I Am In Marvel Chapter 297: Restarted No. 6 card

?Tiaoniao Club.

The location of the building has not changed at all, but it has expanded the area on both sides than before, making it look more spacious and majestic.

There is still a red carpet on the steps in front of the club building. The door is still brightly lit and the atmosphere is pleasant. Inside the door is still a low-key and luxurious old-style reception desk and corridor. Stepping into it can make people experience the atmosphere of celebrities decades ago. Elegant mood.

"Sir? Sir..."

With the mustache waiter following behind and shouting softly, Kyle walked past the threshold in a daze at speed, his eyes passing over all the familiar layout and items in the club.

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

What does it mean that things have changed and people have changed? This is what things have changed and people have changed!

Things are still there and can be disguised by new things, but some people have never been seen again, disappearing in the long river of eternal time.

This is the unavoidable tragedy for all living beings in the Marvel Universe, except for a few certain races.

"Why did you bring me here?" Kyle whispered coldly into the empty air, quietly clenching the fingers of his hands that were hanging down.

Now. There are really not many things that can touch his human side - but coincidentally, the Tuo Bird Club is one of them.

"Sir, please..."

Two tall door guards in suits with heavy backs and heavy waists, their alert eyes fell on Kyle who was standing at the door, and they stepped forward to stop him and drive him out.

After all, the Tuotiao Club is a gathering place for celebrities. It does not have a certain identity and is recommended by members. Not to mention getting a club membership card, you are not even qualified to enter the door.

Those who have membership cards will never admit their mistakes in a few years.

The two doormen stepped forward and stretched out their hands toward Kyle domineeringly, but the next moment, all their movements stopped abruptly.

A powerful pressure that was tangible and tangible, pressing down like a mountain!

Sighing lightly, Kyle unclenched his clenched fists, ignored the doormen on both sides, and continued walking into the well-lit corridor, and walked to the reception desk where the waitress was standing.

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

The waitress on duty looked pale and greeted Kyle quickly, then secretly glanced at the two doormen not far behind Kyle.

The doorman, who retired as an elite Russian special forces soldier, was reluctantly supporting each other, waving hands to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead, as if he was frightened and panicked.

What happened to scare a Russian man who is fearless like anything?

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

He originally came here for the mysterious man, but now, what he wants to ask more is another question.

"Consumption record of the membership card?" The waitress was stunned and said with an embarrassed face: "I'm very sorry. Our computer system permissions do not allow us to read the consumption records of the membership card, and the membership cards with the first ten numbers, It is a supreme membership card specially made by our club. It will only be issued to members and guests with special status. No one has the authority to view the consumption records of the card holder."

System permissions, what is this?

Kyle smiled, tapped the screen of the electronic watch with his finger, shrugged and reminded: "Weiss, it's your turn to play your role."

"No problem, Master."

Weiss immediately agreed, extending an antenna and using radio waves to invade the host data of the building where the club is located

"Sir, what are you..." The waitress felt confused. Then, the lights at the reception desk, corridor, and even the entire club building went out in an instant.

It seemed like there was a bad connection in the line, the light flashed a few times, and then returned to normal lighting.

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

"Show it to me." Kyle's eyes flashed and he gave the order in a deep voice.

"Broadcast for you."

Weisi's eyes turned bleakly, and a three-dimensional three-dimensional graphic was projected, clearly listing the consumption records of the membership card in numbers and English.

Kyle took a cursory glance, and the first item was the first consumption record in early 1944, that is, the day Steve flew a fighter plane and fell into the ice, and he came to hold a late dance after returning.

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

The consumption time is only accurate to the year, month, and day. It should have been originally a handwritten record by the clerk. Later, after computers became common to the public, it was re-registered into the computer system for preservation.

After that day, he handed the No. 006 card to the waitress and asked her to give it to Peggy Carter.

Kyle looked down and was suddenly startled.

At the end of 1944, there were more than thirty consumption record messages, all of which recorded Peggy Carter's own use.

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

It is unimaginable that a woman who is seriously ill and about to die would come to the Tuotiao Club frequently almost every day.

If there are no relatives or acquaintances of hers here, then there are precious memories here that she cannot forget.

"Carter," Kyle muttered.

At this moment, he remembered many things, and the scene in his memory finally stopped at the parting with Carter.

That farewell kiss under the dusk and sunset.

Kyle shook his head slightly, withdrawing his human sentiments, and looked rationally at the bottom of the recorded images shown by Weiss.

From 1944 to 2007, there was a blank space, that is, after Carter's death, no one used the No. 006 card to make purchases here.

Until, 2008!

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

"Who used Carter's card?"

Kyle didn't even have to think about it, the figure of the mysterious man immediately appeared in his mind.

"Have you opened a single room? 301."

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

The waitress opened her eyes wide ~IndoMTL.com~ and looked like she had seen a ghost. She was about to scream when someone else's big hand covered her mouth.

While she was panicking, she took a closer look and saw that the person holding her mouth was actually her doorman, two tall and strong Russian men, and she calmed down a little.

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

"Stop? How can we stop him?" One of the guards smiled bitterly and said, "You haven't recognized it yet, who was that just now?"

"Who?" the waitress blinked.

Another doorman patted his chest with lingering fear, "You guys have been talking about it all day long. It is said that he was the legend who came to the club during World War II!"

"No way?"

The waitress was a little confused for a moment. She was silent for a moment, her mouth opened wide in surprise, "By the way, I actually forgot such an important thing. No. 006 was the number that the Tuotiao Club handled for that person."