foreigner's journey

Chapter 1224 Talks, Conflict

Heather had already tidied up the rental house, and the broken furniture had been replaced in the second-hand market.

Gwen had already changed into the Ghost Spider suit and was sitting cross-legged on the sofa reading comics.

Because Heather told her that the weird-looking punk girl knew Gwen's true identity, so she simply faced the possible battle in her strongest state.

The punk girl who can kill Iron Man in seconds and is suspected to be a member of a mysterious organization is worth her full attention to deal with.

"Will she really come, Heather?"

Gwen's spider mask was halfway on her head, looking behind her.

Heather was washing dishes at the sink. Without turning back, she said, "Even though she looks crazy, I feel like that punk girl is a very stubborn person. She's the type who will definitely do what she promised."

"Hey... you think highly of her."

Gwen nodded and asked casually:
"So, is she cute?"

Heather stopped washing the dishes and tilted her head to think for a moment: "From a normal person's aesthetic point of view, she is a very beautiful girl."

"…You're dating a pretty girl at night, but you're even inviting a female classmate who you're pretending to be in a relationship with to your house. Are you deliberately looking for trouble?"

Gwen got angry, threw the comic book aside, turned her head and made a face at Heather.

Heather said helplessly: "This just shows that I have no trust in her at all. I have placed my life and property in your hands, Ms. Spider."

This was a good answer. Gwen nodded with satisfaction and picked up the comic book next to her again.

Knock, knock, knock! There was a knock on the door.

Heather and Gwen looked at each other, the former wiping her hands on the towel and going to open the door, while the latter put her mask on and stood up from the couch.

When I opened the door, it was indeed the crazy girl standing there.

This time she wore a cute bunny ear baseball cap, and her long light green hair was combed into a neat shawl. She didn't dress too casually, wearing a long-sleeved jacket two sizes too big, super short shorts and small leather boots.

Seeing that it was Heather who opened the door, Rebecca smiled and greeted her: "Hi! At 8 o'clock in the evening, a super cute girl is on time for the appointment!"

"Just you?"

Heather moved aside to let Rebecca in, and glanced at the corridor outside, but didn't see anyone else.

"That's annoying! Can't we just be alone together? We have a whole night to study... Hey! Why is this big butt spider here too?"

Rebecca changed her attitude faster than turning the pages of a book. She was teasing Heather with a smile on her face one second, and the next second, when she saw Gwen, she immediately pulled out two pistols from her waist and pointed them at her in displeasure.

"What's so big... How rude!" Gwen was angry and embarrassed, and her ears behind the mask turned red with anger.

Heather sighed, "You said that Ghost Spider should be allowed to sit in on the trial. This is also for my own safety."

"I was just kidding! What kind of nice guy would bring his girlfriend along when dating a pretty girl at night? Are you trying to pick a fight on purpose?"

Rebecca spoke her twisted logic with confidence.

What kind of nice guy would date another girl when he already has a girlfriend? It's so tiring to communicate with this guy...

Heather rubbed her brows: "...Sit down first, or Dr. Pepper?"

"Yes! Is it iced?"

Rebecca, who had turned the page in the blink of an eye, jumped and pushed Gwen aside, sitting down on the sofa, her little legs dangling as she waited for Heather to bring her a drink.

After getting drinks for Gwen and Rebecca, Heather sat in a chair across from the couch, "Can we talk now?"

Rebecca pulled open the ring of the can, took a big gulp of the carbonated drink, and then wiped her mouth with satisfaction. "Of course. I came here this time to explain to you about the Berserker Ring."

As she spoke, she glanced at Gwen.

Heather immediately said, "I trust her completely. There is no need to avoid her on any topic."

Gwen said nothing, but moved a little closer to Heather.

Rebecca curled her lips: "Tsk, you are still so good at coaxing girls...then I will put it bluntly."

She fished a small cloth bag from her pocket and handed it to Heather:

“Since you were able to activate the Berserker Ring and did not go crazy or die afterwards, it means you have passed the test and officially joined our organization.

This is a keepsake and also a gift, please keep it."

Heather didn't take the small bag, but frowned at Rebecca: "I have no intention of joining your organization."

"This is not up to you. Remember what I said? If you really use this ring and survive, it means you have accepted the 'contract'. The contract has been established, and the Berserker Armor saved your life. Am I right?"

Rebecca was holding the can with a smile on her face, her legs swaying as she spoke cheerfully:
"After the contract is signed, you can no longer leave."

"Then as long as I defeat everyone in your organization, no one will come to threaten or force Heather, right?"

Gwen couldn't listen any more and took a step forward in anger.

Click! Rebecca raised her pistol and pointed the black muzzle at Gwen's forehead: "If you dare to move again, I'll open a hole for you to ventilate."

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"If this is your attitude, then I will fight to the end to protect me and my friends."

Heather stood up, clenching her fists.

The next moment, black mist rushed out from behind him and condensed into a ferocious berserker armor on the surface of his body.

The dark berserker stood in front of Gwen, his two scarlet eyes fixed on Rebecca.

Rebecca was stunned at first, then pursed her lips in grievance: "Why is this... She is obviously the outsider."

At this moment, a fourth voice suddenly sounded in the room -

"Can everyone please calm down a bit?"

The three of them looked in the direction where the sound came from at the same time.

I saw an elegant woman standing at the door.

Her long silver hair was tied into a ponytail. She was wearing a white women's suit and white high heels. Her beautiful face had an indescribable maternal glow, and her blue eyes, like the sky and the sea, looked at Heather tenderly.

As if it had some kind of magic, the moment this woman appeared, the tense atmosphere that was about to explode began to ease.

“Big sister…” Rebecca sniffed with red eyes.

The silver-haired woman turned her gaze to Rebecca and said in a slightly more serious tone: "Rebecca, apologize to Miss Ghost Spider. You used very vulgar words to her and pointed a gun at her. This is very rude."

Rebecca's cheeks puffed up like a pufferfish, and she angrily yelled at Gwen, "I'm sorry!"

Gwen didn't know how to respond now, so she just waved her hand: "Uh, it's okay."

Then her hand was gently held by a slender hand that was so white that it seemed to be shrouded in light.

"You are such a strong and lovable kid. This is a gift, please don't refuse it."

Gwen looked up and saw the silver-haired woman very close to her. Her smiling face reminded Gwen of her deceased mother, and she could not feel any hostility in her heart.

Gift? Before she could react, she suddenly felt a warm current emanating from her hand, which quickly spread throughout her body.

All the old injuries she had suffered from fighting criminals and super villains disappeared under the influence of this warm current. Gwen hadn't felt so light and comfortable in a long time.

"Let her go!"

The Berserker rushed towards the silver-haired woman, and Gwen quickly reached out to stop him:
"Wait a minute Heather, I am not injured. On the contrary, this lady has used her magical powers to heal me."

The Berserker stopped and lifted his visor to reveal Heather's cautious expression: "Are you from the same organization as Rebecca?"

"A wise judgement."

The silver-haired woman let go of Gwen's hand, turned to look at Heather, and said with a smile:

"You can call me Mercy. Now, let me tell you more about our organization."

(End of this chapter)