Going downstairs.
Mindy was sitting on the sofa, bored out of her mind.
"It's the weekend again? No, Chloe isn't here..." After asking, Mike realized something was off.
"Heh heh~ Obviously, skipping school." Mindy smiled proudly.
Proud of what, a chicken leg?!
Is this something to be "proud" of?
"Did you call Marcus?" Mike asked Skye, exasperated.
"I did. He said he was sorry, that he was busy and couldn't get away, and asked if we could look after Mindy for a while."
"What did you say?"
"What else could I say? I couldn't just kick her out onto the street."
"Why not?" Mike grumbled, "This place is turning into a daycare."
Mindy bared her teeth at Mike.
Mike was, of course, just joking. He would never do something so cruel. How difficult it is to be a ruffian! Putting such a violent loli on the street, is that not against public morals?
"At this moment, you should make a tearful, pitiful expression..." Mike tugged on Mindy's ponytail.
He didn't know why, but when he saw a button, he wanted to press it, and when he saw a ponytail, he wanted to tug it.
Mindy tilted her head and body, freeing her ponytail.
"Like this?"
Mindy closed her eyes and brewed for two seconds. When she opened her eyes, her eyes were filled with tears, making her look pitiable. She blinked, and large tears rolled down her cheeks.
If Mindy were to say to a Police officer at this moment, "This perverted uncle wants to do strange things to me," the Police officer would undoubtedly draw his gun without hesitation and present him with a pair of exquisitely made "silver handcuffs."
"Tsk tsk, look at what a natural actor is, isn't she amazing?" Mike said this to Skye.
Here, he wanted to criticize Skye; she couldn't even act cute. When others act cute, it feels like they're gently punching your heart. Skye... Oh my goodness, it's like she's smashing a boulder on her chest.
"Wow! That's amazing!" Skye was stunned. How did she do it?
This skill would instantly kill most actors.
"What's so great about this? Anyone can do it, right?"
It wasn't false modesty; Mindy truly didn't think it was anything special. She considered impressive things to be being able to fight, being good with guns, and being skilled with knives. Although she wouldn't admit it outwardly, Mindy thought Mike was very powerful.
After Big Daddy died, no one trained Mindy. Of course, she could teach herself. The internet is so developed now that even atomic bomb formulas can be found online. Don't even mention it, as long as the raw materials are complete, the almighty netizens can whip up a "Big Ivan" or "Little Boy" for you in minutes.
Mindy was just lonely and wanted some companions.
Marcus's concern for Mindy was undoubtedly genuine, but he could never replace Big Daddy, and his ideas were completely opposite to Big Daddy's. Marcus had always been negating Big Daddy's views, trying to twist Mindy's worldview, which made her very resistant internally.
As for "Kick-Ass" Dave... This guy was head over heels in love. He wished a day could be forty-eight hours, twenty-four hours to become conjoined twins with his girlfriend Katie, and the remaining twenty-four hours for intimate activities. Young men and women in passionate love, experiencing their first taste of forbidden fruit, are mostly like this; they have no time for anyone else. It was good enough if he could say hello to Mindy during his post-coital clarity.
Believing that Skye, who had similar experiences, saw Mindy's true feelings, she was very kind to the little loli.
Similar people either huddle together for warmth or hurt each other.
Mike opened the refrigerator and took out a fresh-keeping box containing sandwiches prepared by Skye. Mike's irregular schedule meant his wake-up time was inconsistent, so Skye made some sandwiches for him to eat after he woke up. If it weren't for Mike's superhuman physique, he would currently look like a kidney-deficient man with panda eyes and unsteady steps, just like some programmers.
"Have you eaten yet?" Mike casually asked Mindy.
"Of course." Mindy disdainfully glanced at the bacon sandwich, then turned her head away, thinking, "It doesn't look good. The bacon is overcooked, and the tomatoes, lettuce, and green peppers are wilted. It must not taste good... Yes, that's it!"
Where was the supposed natural acting? Why was she so obviously craving it?
Marcus's kindness to Mindy was real, but he was a single, divorced man and a busy Police officer. Breakfast was either oatmeal with milk or toast with juice; fried eggs and sausages were considered carefully prepared.
"There's another turkey sandwich. Want to try it?" Mike sighed inwardly and took out the remaining sandwich.
"No..."
"Really not? I can't eat anymore, and it's about to expire... No choice, I'll have to throw it away." Mike feigned regret.
Throw it away?
Please, a superhuman physique requires super-sized nutrition. Even if he had two more large steaks, he could still eat them.
Mindy was clearly tempted.
"Alas, this was made by Skye herself. It's such a waste to throw it away."
"Then, then... Since it's Sister Skye's effort, it would indeed be a waste to throw it away. Alright, I'll reluctantly eat it." Mindy's eyes darted around guiltily.
"You don't have to force yourself, you know."
"What's it to you!"
Mindy took a fierce bite of the sandwich, treating it as if it were Mike. Her slightly chubby cheeks puffed out like a squirrel's stuffed with pine nuts.
Skye watched the interaction between the big and small figures, a slight smile playing on her lips. "There are still steaks and lamb chops in the fridge. Which one?"
"Steak." After thinking for a moment, Mike said, "This batch of lamb chops is a bit gamey; it needs to be marinated, but the texture is really good."
Mindy glared at Mike: "Didn't you say you couldn't eat anymore!!!!"
"Yes, I can't eat any more sandwiches. My stomach can only hold one sandwich at a time. The rest is for meat."
"Do you take me for a child!"
"You are a child."
"Liar!"
"Oh, you saw through me. I'm so scared."
Fifteen minutes later, Mike was enjoying his steak at the dining table, while Mindy rested her chin on the table edge, muttering, "Eating steak first thing in the morning, you'll get fat, you'll get fat..."
"How childish are you?"
"You'll get fat, you'll get fat..."
"Heh! No, you! No, you! No, you!..."
Skye: ╮(╯▽╰)╭, two childish ghosts.
At noon, Marcus, driving a Police car, picked up Mindy and took her back to school. The latter's pouting mouth could hang a soy sauce bottle.
Mike and Skye went out together, planning to find a small warehouse. Skye needed to practice combat and firearms, and she couldn't practice shooting in the apartment, as ricochets could kill people.
The agent provided several options, and Mike felt the locations were all good; the key was up to Skye.
The agent, Dyson, was a middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses, slightly messy hair, and coffee stains on his light blue plaid shirt. He gave off the impression of "I'm a salesman, I work hard, but I always mess things up."
Dyson's eyes lit up: "Nice car!"
"I think so too." Mike was driving the gold saleen s7 that had been gathering dust in the garage. He revved the engine... The wind today was a bit noisy.
Hell's Kitchen has many vacant small warehouses, mostly concentrated on the west bank of the Hudson River.
Mike was familiar with this area. Here, he had broken a few people's legs, all from the Big Foot Gang, and killed a group of Vampires.
Dyson drove his pickup truck in front, leading the way. The plan for today was to see three warehouses, the closest being on the west bank of the Hudson River.
As the car stopped outside a warehouse with aggressively growing weeds, a group of hip-hop dressed, heavily tattooed men wearing gold chains emerged. They were initially aggressive, but upon seeing the gold sports car, they instantly froze.
Dyson also froze.