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Early morning, New York.

The light reflected from the Nasdaq big screen shone through the brown glass into the British-style café.

"According to our news, a vicious incident occurred in Germany yesterday, and the Avengers immediately intervened to stop the crime."

"However, it is regrettable that Wanda Maximoff, codenamed Scarlet Witch, caused nearly sixty casualties due to her negligence!"

The large-screen TV hanging on the wall was broadcasting a news report.

"How despicable! These superheroes are just wreaking havoc everywhere under the pretext of their status!"

The well-dressed, bearded boss placed the coffee on the young man's desk, stared at the TV, and cursed in disgust.

"Uncle Crewe, you really believe the media's one-sided story!"

The young man sitting on the leather sofa picked up the silver spoon and stirred the Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee without even turning his head, responding nonchalantly.

As he stirred with his silver spoon, the rich aroma of coffee filled his nostrils, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

"Griffin, I experienced it myself! I saw with my own eyes that damn green monster smash my house with the car I bought with a loan! They are fake! That's the house I spent more than ten years saving to buy!" When Crewe mentioned this, his already broad chest rose and fell violently.

On that day, he witnessed unprecedented despair, and even now, he was still shaking with anger.

"Uncle Crewe, this is the third time you've said that. And didn't I compensate you with a better house and car later?" Griffin picked up a small piece of sugar and put it into the coffee, shaking his head helplessly.

Whenever there is news about superheroes on TV, Crewe can't stop cursing.

"That's different. Even so, they can't do whatever they want!" Crewe put his hands on his hips, and his gray beard trembled with the breath he exhaled.

Facing Crewe's answer, Griffin put down his coffee and shook his head, "No hurry, sometimes we shouldn't make conclusions too early. Let's wait and see!" He knew better than anyone that the Avengers were not to blame for what had happened.

However, those media outlets intend to force the Avengers into the spotlight through overwhelming public pressure.

The purpose of doing so is nothing more than to force Tony Stark and others to agree to the government's next superhero plan.

To get the Avengers to fully agree to government oversight. In this practice, Wanda is the most critical victim.

The reason he knew all of this so clearly was because he himself was from a different world.

Griffin picked up the coffee in his hand and took a sip of the rich brew, his eyes lost in memories.

More than a year ago, he had traveled through time and space to this world. And he also received the golden finger that time travelers must have.

[Life Surprise System: Enjoy Life, Enjoy Rewards!]

As the name suggests, as long as he enjoys a high-quality and comfortable life, rewards may be triggered.

For example, random rewards such as [Millions of US dollars], [Unlimited lubricant], [A hard and indestructible stick], etc.

[Ding! You tasted the premium Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee!]

[Reward: 100,000 US dollars!]

"My dear Mr. Griffin, bullets don't fly for long!" Crewe's elegant British accent brought Griffin back to reality.

"That's hard to say. Time will eventually prove what I say." Griffin put down his coffee cup and casually placed a stack of US dollars on the table.

Just as he was about to push the door open and leave, he seemed to remember something and turned back, saying, "Uncle Crewe, your coffee today is still very delicious. See you tomorrow."

After saying that, the oak door of the coffee shop slowly closed, and the copper bell on it rang crisply.

"This kid…" Crewe looked up at the figure through the brown glass of the shop door and smiled, then reluctantly stuffed the bills into his cash register.

Griffin, who has a unique charm in his every move, is the biggest customer in his store.

Every day, he would walk into his coffee shop on time at four o'clock in the afternoon and leave calmly after slowly sipping a few sips of coffee.

And every time before leaving, he never forgets to leave a tip of one thousand dollars.

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The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the green pine trees. Under the light, the pine needles looked like needle tips painted with gold. A black Cayenne was driving on the road leading to the suburbs.

"You have to live somewhere else once in a while!"

Griffin controlled the steering wheel with his right hand and placed his left hand outside the window to feel the breeze while singing.

The scenery not far away made him feel happier.

His destination this time was a manor he owned in the suburbs.

That was a manor obtained through system rewards. Although it was located in a remote area, the scenery was exceptionally beautiful.

As they got farther away from the city, there were fewer and fewer houses around. Even if you drove more than a kilometer, you might not see a house.

The long road was like a ruler, going straight into the woods. In the quiet environment, you could occasionally hear the chirping of birds on the roadside.

"It's f**kin TR3YWAY!"

"It's King of New York looking for the Queen!"

....

A lively song came from the Bose speakers. Griffin, who was driving the vehicle, also hummed along with the song.

This slow-paced life made him feel that life had a lot more fun. Just as he was swaying slightly with the music, a woman in a red coat staggered out from the woods ahead!

"Fuck!" Griffin's face suddenly changed when he saw the figure that suddenly appeared. He steered the car frantically with both hands, and his right foot almost braked directly into the fuel tank.

With a sharp brake sound, the Cayenne stopped steadily a few centimeters away from the woman in red.

Bang!

But, the woman actually fell heavily on his hood.

"A scammer?!" Griffin was stunned at first, and his next thought was, 'What the hell is happening?!'

Seeing that the woman didn't raise her head for a long time, Griffin hurriedly got out of the car. When he saw the woman lying on the hood, his face froze.

The woman had red hair, and her milky white big boobs were about to burst out from under the pressure of her T-shirt. The blood-red coat on her body added a touch of indescribable beauty.

And she actually exuded a strong malt aroma.

Griffin was stunned for a long time before he murmured, "This... is Wanda?"

"It's actually Wanda." Griffin took a step closer, and after a closer look, he confirmed that the person on his hood was indeed Wanda.

He never expected to meet Scarlet Witch in such a remote place. But she was lying on the hood, her breath carrying a strong smell of malt.

Even without getting close, he could tell that she must have drunk a lot.

"Huh! You... why are you so drunk?" After hesitating for a long time, Griffin pulled Wanda's hand to his shoulder and planned to help her up.

Wanda, who was like a puddle of mud, raised her blurry eyes, and the area around her eye sockets was slightly red.

After noticing this strange face, Wanda asked with a choked voice, "Who... who are you?"

"Ms. Maximoff, you are drunk." Griffin grabbed Wanda's wrist hanging on her shoulder and lifted her up.

"No... I'm not drunk!" Hearing this, Wanda broke free from Griffin and fell directly onto the hood of the car.