I Am In Marvel

? Takuto Club.

The location of the building hasn't changed at all, but it looks more spacious than the expansion of the site on both sides.

There is still a red carpet in front of the club building. The doorway is still brightly lit and has a pleasant atmosphere. The doorway is still low-key and luxurious old-style reception desks and corridors. Stepping into it allows one to experience the elegance of celebrities decades ago.

"Sir? Sir..."

After the moustache waiter yelled softly and at the end of the road, Kyle speeded up the threshold in a daze, his eyes passing by all the familiar layouts and items in the club.

Since I left here last time, let alone this dance club, even Europe has never returned.In a blink of an eye, more than sixty years have passed.

What is the matter is human and non-human? This is the matter is human and non-human!

Things are still there, and they can be disguised as existence by new things, but some people are no longer there, disappearing into the long river of eternal years.

This is the inevitable sadness of all creatures in the Marvel Universe, except for a few races.

"What on earth did you bring me here for?" Kyle whispered coldly in the air of nothingness, and quietly clenched the five fingers that dropped his hands.

just now.There are really not many things that can touch the sexual aspect of others-but it just so happens that Takuto Club is one of them.

"Sir, trouble you..."

Two tall gate guards wearing suits with bear-back and tiger-waisted waists, their vigilant eyes fell on Kyle who was standing at the door, and each stepped forward to stop him and drive him out.

After all, the Takuto Club is a social place for celebrities. There is no certain identity, and it is recommended by members. Not to mention the membership card of the club, even the gate is not eligible to enter.

And those who have membership cards, after a few years, they won't make mistakes.

The two guards stepped forward to the meteor and reached out to Kyle domineeringly, but the next moment, all their movements stopped abruptly.

A powerful coercion in the shape of a substance was suppressed like a mountain!

With a sigh of relief, Kyle released his clenched fist, ignoring the guards on both sides, and continued to walk into the corridor with just the right light, and walked to the reception desk where the waitress stood.

"Hello, sir. How can I help you?"

The waitress on duty was pale, and greeted Kyle quickly, and glanced at the two guards not far behind Kyle.

The door guard, who was retired as an elite Russian special force, was holding each other reluctantly at this time, and constantly waved his hands to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead, seeming to be frightened and panicked.

What is going on that can scare a Russian man who is not afraid of heaven and earth into this?

Kyle thought for a while, and calmly said to the waitress: "I want to check the consumption record of membership card No. 006."

He originally came for a mysterious person, but now he wants to ask another question.

"Membership card consumption record?" The waitress was stunned, and said with a distressed face: "I'm very sorry. Our computer system is not authorized to view the membership card consumption records, and the top ten membership card is our club. The specially made supreme membership card will only be issued to members and guests with special identities, and no one has the authority to view the cardholder’s consumption records."

System permissions, what is this?

Kyle smiled, tapped the screen of the electronic watch with his finger, and shrugged to remind him: "Weiss, it's time for you to work."

"No problem, Master."

In response, Wisdom extended an antenna to invade the host data of the club’s building with radio waves

"Sir, you are..." The waitress was feeling inexplicable, and then the lights in the reception desk and corridors, and even the entire club building, went out in an instant.

The light flashed a few times as if the line was in poor contact, and then it resumed normal lighting.

Immediately afterwards, Weiss's voice sounded again: "Found it, Master."

"Tell me to see." Kyle's eyes flickered, and he gave instructions in a deep breath.

"Broadcast for you."

Weisi's eyes turned sullenly and cast three-dimensional three-dimensional graphics, clearly listing the consumption records of the membership card in numbers and English.

Kyle glanced briefly, and the first one was the first consumption record in early 1944, that is, the day when Steve drove a fighter plane and fell into ice. After his return, he came to hold a late dance party.

There are detailed records on the number of people, consumption amount, etc. above.

The consumption time is only accurate to the year, month and day. It should have been a handwritten record of the shop assistant. Later, when the computer became popular, it was re-registered into the computer system for retention.

After that day, he handed over the 006 card to the waitress and asked her to give it to Peggy Carter.

Kyle looked down and was suddenly taken aback.

At the end of 1944, there were more than 30 consumer records, all of which were recorded by Peggy Carter himself.

At the end of 1944, the date of the last consumption record was less than half a month away from the death date recorded on Peggy Carter's grave.

It is hard to imagine that a woman who is seriously ill and dying frequently comes to this Takuto Club almost every day.

If there are no relatives or acquaintances of her here, that is, there are precious memories that she can't forget.

"Carter." Kyle muttered to himself.

At this moment, he thought of many things, and the picture of the memory finally stayed at the parting with Carter.

The farewell kiss in the evening sunset.

Kyle shook his head lightly, taking back the emotional emotions of human nature, and looking rationally at the bottom of the recorded images shown by Weiss.

From 1944 to 2007, a blank was left, that is, after Carter's death, no one came here to spend with the 006 card.

Until 2008!

This year, this month, one day ago, there was a consumption record that has not yet ended!

"Who actually used Carter's card?"

Kyle didn't need to think about it, the mysterious figure appeared in his mind immediately.

"Open a single room, 301."

After reading the last important message, Kyle picked up Wess on the table. The figure disappeared from the place in a flash, turning into a blurry shadow and passing through the corridor at high speed.

The waitress opened her eyes wide and looked like a ghost. She was about to scream when she was covered by someone's big hand.

While panicking, she looked intently and saw that it was her own doorman who was holding her mouth. The two tall and sturdy Russian men calmed down.

"What are you doing? Why didn't you stop that man just now..." the waitress asked puzzled.

"Block? How do we block it?" One of the guards said with a wry smile: "You haven't recognized, who was that just now?"

"Who?" The waitress blinked.

The other guard patted his chest with lingering fears, "You are in your mouth all day, the legendary legend who came to the club during World War II!"

"No way?"

The waitress was a little dazed for a while, silent for a moment, her mouth widened in surprise, "By the way, I actually forgot even such an important thing. The number 006 was originally the number that the Takuto Club handled for that person."