A week later, New York Airport.

"Welcome back, Caesar!"

Looking at the man who got off the plane and walked in front of him, Russell said with a smile on his face, but his eyes unconsciously glanced at a woman who was getting off the plane.

The Firefox, who was intact but had a little confused expression.

Caesar nodded to Russell and said, "The cowboys have good skills, but because of brain damage, memory will inevitably be missing. Perhaps her previous experience has left a lot of trauma to her. She forgot most of the things, and as for the mutual aid club, she forgot everything, and even forgot her name."

Russell was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "I understand."

"Caesar, is this your boss?"

As soon as the two of them finished speaking, they turned their heads and looked around. The extremely lively Firefox walked over, stretched out his hand to Russell, and said, "Hello, I am..."

After a pause, the Firefox patted his forehead with a distressed look on his face and said embarrassedly: "Sorry, I forgot my name."

With a bright smile and a little naughty movement, the Firefox now is not like the woman who seemed to carry many stories before.

"Russell Bloom." Russell smiled faintly and held the outstretched hand with Firefox.

Firefox smiled sly and said, "Caesar said, you are a good boss and can give me a good job."

"Is that?" Russell glanced at Caesar with a blank expression and said, "He rarely praises me. It's a surprise to hear this news from you this time."

“So, my job?”

Before coming with Caesar, Firefox was confused about his future, and even knew nothing about his past due to amnesia.

At that moment, she didn't know who she was, nor did she know where she was going, what she was going to do, and how she was going to live.

So she asked Caesar how she planned her future.

Caesar's answer is very simple. He works for a family and now he has a good boss. The boss has the final say on what to do and what not to do.

So, the memoryless Firefox's eyes lit up, thinking that such a life is a good plan for the unknown self after the amnesia, so he had what he said just now.

"Work?" Russell thought for a while and said, "What are your hobbies or what are you good at?"

"Host..." The Firefox raised his voice, lowered his head and thought for a while, his eyes lit up, and he said, "I don't know if this is a hobby. I am quite interested in ancient things, legends, relics, etc."

After a pause, a thought suddenly came to Russell's heart, his lips curled up, and after a faint smile, he said, "Yes, just have a hobby."

"By the way, you just said, you don't know what your name is, right?"

"Yes!" Firefox looked entangled, then looked at Caesar and said, "The people who healed me told me that Caesar, who saved me, might know, but I asked Caesar, and he said he didn't know what I was called..."

"But, if I don't know what my name is, why did I save me?"

Caesar said indifferently: "It was not me who saved you, but the young master asked me to save you, so why do you save you? You can ask him."

His face froze. Russell didn't expect Caesar to throw the problem to his side.

Noting the confusing gaze of Firefox, Russell coughed lightly and said, "Sorry, I don't know your name either. As for why Caesar was asked to save you, you must not be able to save me if I die."

Firefox nodded and said, "You are really good."

"But where did you save me? Do I have family? I..."

"Sorry!" Russell shook his head gently and said, "I don't know the answers to these questions, but if you want to know, you can find them yourself in the next time."

He really can't remember other information about Firefox. It's been too long. As for the little thing he knows, since Firefox has chosen to forget it, why should he mention it again? Moreover, Firefox has no effect on him or not.

"Okay, okay!" Firefox responded helplessly, and then said, "So, my job?"

"You should follow Caesar first in the past two days! Receive some recovery training." Turning to Caesar, Russell asked, "Is it okay?"

Caesar nodded silently, noting the meaning of resuming training in Russell's words.

"That's great!" Firefox shouted happily.

"By the way, since you forgot your name, I'll give you a name for a convenient name." A smile flashed in Russell's eyes that no one could understand.

Firefox nodded, blinked playfully, and said, "Okay, boss!"

"How about Laura, how about Laura Crawford?"

After pondering for a few seconds, the Firefox smiled brightly and said, "My subconsciousness tells me that I have a lot of feelings about this name."

"So, from now on, I will call you Laura!"

"Okay, boss!" Laura smiled brightly and said, "From now on, I will be Laura."

Russell also smiled at Laura's smiling face, with a hint of being unaware of others and unable to understand.

"Let's go, young master!" Caesar reminded him, opened the door of the car parked in front of Russell, let Russell sit in, and he got into the passenger seat himself. Laura also smiled sly and got into the back seat of the car.

She hadn't asked what she wanted to do and how she calculated her salary!

While whispering all the way, the car returned to the old Bloom house smoothly. When the old butler took Laura to arrange a temporary residence for him, Caesar followed Russell and came to Russell's study, bringing news to Russell.

"You said, those Kentucky cowboys want to buy more sets of cropping?"

Hearing Caesar's words, Russell, who was sitting at the desk, frowned slightly, knocked down the table with his fingers, then looked up and said, "How much do they plan to want?"

"At least ten sets of breeding suits!"

"Da!" The knocking finger stopped suddenly, Russell shook his head and said, "This is impossible. We have had an agreement with S.H.I.E.L.D. and other governments. Special arms such as breeding and clothing cannot be sold to private individuals in excess."

After a pause, Russell said without any negotiation: "They can only get the quantity within the regulations and follow some rules, which is good for everyone."

Although they are not only the game park, selling arms is also their company's main business, this does not mean that they can sell arms without restraint and without restrictions, especially the special product of breeding.
Chapter completed!