The reason for shopping was naturally to celebrate the successful divorce of Natasha's stepfather and biological mother. How could she be worthy of herself if she didn't go shopping on such a happy occasion?
What women call shopping is actually almost as intense as fighting the god of death.
Facing ordinary people, Bella can still crush them even without makeup, but she must be more cautious with the little beauty Natasha.
She spent an hour putting on makeup and taking good care of her hair. She picked and chose from her old clothes and finally found a gray-purple T-shirt. She ripped the collar open and deliberately exposed her left shoulder. She wore floral shorts and a pair of flat boat shoes on her feet, just to highlight her long legs!
Her advantages are that she is tall, has long legs, and has a standard model figure.
Natasha naturally didn't want to be a foil, so she also dressed up carefully. She had a curvaceous figure, and her slightly smaller sweater, stretched by her figure, revealed a tantalizing navel. She wore raw-edge denim shorts and high heels. She was slightly shorter than Bella, but the allure of her figure and eyes made up for that slight flaw.
"You should work on some of that. As a friend, I have to say, you're really too small," Natasha said pointedly, her chest puffed out.
The remark stung her heart. Bella scoffed. "You're just blind and ignorant! This is the ideal figure. Look at those supermodels, then look at me. Aren't they similar? A British psychologist has studied them,"
She rambled, not forgetting to rub salt in Natasha's wounds.
"But you, look at your height! I'm wearing flats today! You look shorter than me. Do you like people looking down on you?"
Come on, let's hurt each other!
Finally, Bella expressed her own opinion: "I don't need high heels! Look at me? How relaxed and at ease! Even in a gunfight, I could outrun you."
Shopping was just a sideshow. Natasha's mother had used their shared assets to set up an education fund for her, and now she needed to go to the bank to handle some paperwork.
The two of them spent some time in their room studying the invisibility cloak Bella had confiscated. To call Bella scientifically illiterate would be an absolute slur! Her physics knowledge was essentially that of a high school senior in her previous life.
Natasha was far superior. The beautiful girl dabbled in all disciplines, but she was different from those super-scientists. Mr. Fantastic, Reed Richards, wanted to explore the mysteries of the universe, while Tony Stark wanted to change the world through science and technology.
Natasha was just playing around, far behind them in terms of her level. Furthermore, at her young age, she only had a basic understanding of optical invisibility. Improving on the existing foundation would take three to five years.
They studied until nine o'clock, then left for the bank.
"Wow! Is this your car?" the young woman exclaimed, stunned by the truck's revamp.
She touched the silver-gray exterior, measured its height, her face lit with excitement. "Can I try it?"
Bella refused without hesitation. Just kidding! What if the young woman in the pickup truck suddenly showed up and said, "Take me home?" That could easily lead to misunderstandings. What if she was mistaken for a scumbag? Now, only she could drive this truck!
They both had cars, but Natasha insisted on riding in hers, leaving her own in Bella's garage.
As soon as she got in, the young woman noticed something unusual about the truck.
"Huh? What kind of air conditioner is that? It's blowing really hard! Is it a commercial brand? I feel instantly cooled down. It's amazing!"
Amidst the chilly wind, Natasha exclaimed in admiration for the truck's built-in air conditioning.
Arizona's state flower is the cactus! From this, you can imagine how hot the climate here is! It's almost June now, and the temperature is so high that it's simply appalling.
But as soon as Natasha got into the pickup truck, she felt the cool breeze blowing on her face, which was really comfortable!
Bella laughed dryly. Of course it's comfortable in the summer, but what about in the winter? She thought that if she drove this car in the winter, she would probably have to wear a cotton coat.
Using Jacob as an excuse, she said that this car was modified by her Indian friend. Bella guessed that Natasha would never meet Jacob in her lifetime, right?
Bank of the West, this was their destination. As the name suggests, this is another old-fashioned bank with a very modern style.
There was no mobile payment, and there were a lot of people handling business in the bank. The two sat aside and waited and chatted.
Natasha seemed to be complaining, but she was actually showing off that she seemed to have grown a little bit older. Bella immediately began to humbly ask for advice.
"Eat more foods rich in collagen and vitamins, drink 1500ml to 2000ml of longan water daily, swim regularly, and get plenty of rest,"
Natasha rattled off her experience, while Bella scribbled furiously in a notebook. All this was going to be tested!
Before she could achieve her dream of shifting fat at will, she needed to keep in mind and master some scientific methods. Wouldn't these methods be helpful? Being looked down upon daily? She had to save face, too!
"Bang, bang, bang!" Gunshots rang out in the empty bank lobby, and the two women chatting quickly turned to see what was happening.
"Ladies and gentlemen! We're robbing the bank!" Three men in masks and top hats filed in, firing shots at the ceiling. Then, women's screams echoed throughout the hall.
Several of the female employees' eyes glazed over, their legs and feet weakened, and they collapsed to the ground, dazed.
Natasha gave Bella a strange look. "You're such a badass!"
Bella glared at Natasha. It was clearly you who had the bad luck!
"How could you possibly escape in this situation?" Natasha hinted at what Bella had said about her wearing high heels.
Hey, if we wanted to, we could still escape!
Forget about invisibility, just her physical prowess alone. With a full burst of energy, Bella could reach a hundred meters before the robbers could react! With that crappy pistol's range, a hundred meters was more than safe enough.
But she didn't reveal her true colors. Instead, she shared her observations:
"Look at these three guys. Their knees are bent awkwardly. Even though they're trying to straighten them, the hunchback is still visible. They're wearing gloves, but their limbs are stiff. The way they pull the trigger is unnatural. The recoil of the pistols is affecting their hands to some extent."
Natasha concluded directly: "They're elderly, and by the looks of it, quite old."
The two discussed in hushed tones, then sighed in unison. Such a pity! What kind of system would allow three eighty-year-old men to disregard their own safety and take the risk of robbing a bank?!
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