foreigner's journey

Chapter 1204 Accomplice
The night breeze is slightly cool, but it cannot cover the warmth around me.

Heather was pulled by the ghost spider, and the neon lights turned into countless streams of light and quickly reversed backwards, her head was still a little confused.

I was just...involved in a showdown between a superhero and a super criminal?
Although she usually reads some superhero comics to relax, Heather never wants to become a background character in the story.

You have to know that civilians in superhero stories are just numbers. Sometimes the writers don't even bother to count the numbers for you, and simply brush it off as "heavy casualties."

Look at the battle just now. Both Murdoc and the Ghost Spider possessed terrifying physical strength and destructive power. If one of them had hit her with a punch or a kick, Heather estimated that she would not even be able to get into the emergency room and would be declared dead on the spot.

That Murdoch is the King of the Night that JJJJ mentioned, and it seems that he has expanded his territory from Hell's Kitchen to the entire New York City.

This is not good news. If the other party succeeds, either he or Aunt Susan's family will probably fall into the terrifying dark rule.

While Heather was thinking, she suddenly felt her body starting to fall and then landed on the ground.

Only then did he realize that he was gently placed on the roof of a tall building by the ghost spider, and she also landed steadily with an elegant front flip.

It was then that Heather saw the latest and most famous street hero up close for the first time.

She was about 1.7 meters tall, and her entire body was wrapped in a tight white and black uniform. Her head, which was covered with a mask, was covered by a hood.

She was wearing light green ballet shoes, and her posture like that of an elegant dancer and her hot body made people happy just by looking at her.

At this time, Ghost Spider looked around and finally breathed a sigh of relief: "This should be safe enough, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, thank you for the rescue, ma'am." Heather nodded.

Ghost Spider's voice can be heard to be deliberately hoarse:
"I took you five kilometers away from the St. Regis House so that the guy wouldn't hear you. He can hear heartbeats from twenty feet away. He's like a big bat in the night... Be careful next time you see a weird guy like this."

What else could Heather say? He was just helping out a little, but he almost got himself into trouble. He was scared but also a little curious: "Excuse me, who is this King of the Night?"

"Fallen Lawyer, Ninja Chief, King of the Night, Leader of the Hand, Stick Demon, you name it, Matt Murdock has been given every bad name imaginable.

There is not much specific information about him. We only know that his official identity is a lawyer who specializes in helping gangs and powerful people to fight lawsuits and he always wins.

In private, he used his extraordinary strength to kill the previous leader of the Hand and unify this huge ninja organization. Can you imagine? A blind man who can't see is actually the strongest ninja master in history.

Oh, and the most important identity is that he was the most capable assistant of the crime lord Kingpin. "

Ghost Spider put one hand on his waist and talked eloquently.

Following her hand on her waist, Heather's eyes glanced over involuntarily.

Maybe it was because the tights were too tight, but Heather could even see the clear vest line between her waist and abdomen with the help of the distant lights... No, that would be too rude.

Heather came to her senses and quickly looked away. The other person saved her life. Even if she glanced at him accidentally, she could not continue to stare at such a sensitive place.

...Hmm? Wait?
On the other side, Ghost Spider seemed to have finally found someone to chat with, and kept chattering:

"I've had a grudge against this guy since my debut, and there's also Kingpin, that big guy who likes flying vultures. Why can't these guys just give me some peace of mind—"

"Gwen?"

The words stopped abruptly.

Ghost Spider was stunned for a moment, then looked at Heather: "G, Gwen? What Gwen... Oh, you mistook me for someone else, right? That must be a kind and amiable..."

"You're Ghost Spider? Damn, I should have thought of that sooner."

Heather didn't listen to her explanation at all, and looked her up and down:
"Does Peter know about this? Or have you kept it a secret from Mr. George? Is this tights made of spider silk?"

Ghost Spider finally went crazy under the barrage of questions. He pulled off his mask to reveal the familiar pretty face of Heather, but now his face was slightly red with anger:
"Wait a minute! How did you guess my identity so quickly? Even my father didn't recognize me!"

"My senses are a bit sharper than the average person. Although you pretended to have a hoarse voice, I can still hear some of your original voice. And your little movements. When you stand there and chat with people and feel happy, you will slightly stand on your right foot and point your toes on the ground, just like you are dancing ballet. And the gestures you make when you speak..."

"OK OK."

Gwen blushed more and more as she listened, and hurriedly stopped Heather from continuing:
"You observe others too carefully! Do you want to be a detective?"

Heather pursed her lips, but he didn't dare to say the most crucial point.

He is good at quantifying what he sees in his mind, and a waist-to-hip ratio of 0.58 is not an ordinary data.

After a brief awkward moment, Gwen managed to regain her composure. She took off her hood and sat on the edge of the rooftop, looking at the night view of the city in the distance. She sighed softly, "Don't tell anyone, okay?"

"Of course. But I'm more curious about how you got these super powers." Heather sat not far from her and asked softly.

“…That’s a long story.”

"Are we busy now?"

"Right."

Slowly, Heather learned from Gwen the origin of her superpowers. About half a year ago, she was accidentally bitten on the back of her hand by a genetically engineered experimental spider that escaped quietly during a visit to Oscorp, and thus gained spider-like abilities.

Her body functions became far superior to those of ordinary people. She could climb vertical walls through biostatic electricity and gained a special ability to predict danger similar to a sixth sense. She called it "spider sense".

At first, just out of curiosity and fun, she modified and upgraded the biological cables simulated by Osborn Enterprises based on the silk of genetically enhanced spiders, and stored them in a small wrist-shaped ring launcher.

In this way, she can use specific gestures to launch extremely tough and soluble spider silk, thereby achieving high-speed three-dimensional movement.

Then, she ordered a short track speed skater's tights from the Internet and modified it into a spider suit that was quite breathable and tough to cover up her true identity.

Wearing a mask is not about being shy, but to protect those close to you from being retaliated against or persecuted.

At the beginning, Gwen just wanted to be like her idolized father and become an upright and reliable messenger of justice like him.

Even though he was slandered as a dangerous person and a criminal by the Daily Bugle day and night, and even though the New York police regarded him as an "anarchist" and even demanded his arrest, Gwen had no intention of giving up.

She travels across the city every day, doing her best to save others and fight criminals.

Gradually, the ghost spider became more and more famous, the territory it patrolled became larger and larger, and the opponents it encountered became more and more powerful.

Unable to tell others about her experiences and troubles as a superhero, Gwen felt lonely and under great pressure.

The night breeze was cool. The girl sat on the edge of the roof and looked at the boy with glasses beside her:
"Now that I can tell you what's in my heart, I feel a lot more relaxed."

Heather pushed up her glasses frame. "I heard the police are hunting you. I knew your information but I didn't report it. Does that count as complicity?"

"Don't worry. If I'm really caught by the police, I'll give you up right away." Gwen stuck out her tongue.

"Each each other."

Heather extended her hand to Gwen. "Given your poor performance in superhero PR, let me help you."

Gwen hesitated for a moment, but the long-term loneliness and solitude forced her to reach out her hand.

"...Then you have to show some real skills to become my agent."

The two hands are clasped together tightly.

(End of this chapter)