Agent of a certain comic

Chapter 552 The Little Transparent Electro-Optic Man
Mark Manor.

After Mark got out of the car and walked into the lobby of the main building, he immediately saw Lailiz packing her things again.

Lailisi is as busy as a hardworking bee.

After Mark went to the bar and poured himself a glass of bourbon, he finally couldn't help but said, "Lailis, my dear, you know it's still a month before you go to Georgetown."

Lailisi said without raising her head while arranging her small box, "I know, but it's okay to prepare in advance."

Mark could only shrug his shoulders.

Whether he went to Midtown College or Yale, he always followed him in a small broken car and a simple suitcase.

It's not like Lai Lisi today.

Good guy.

I can't wait to pack my little nest into the suitcase and take it away.

quite a while.

Lailis, who was packing her small bag, suddenly looked up at Mark, who was sitting leisurely at the bar and swiping his phone, and asked suspiciously, "Didn't you go to work just now?"

Mark raised his head and said, "The deputy director is here. I can finally get away from the tedious daily affairs. It just so happens that Kate went back to Yancheng Lake yesterday. I will take you to the big family tonight?"

Who else is the big guy that Mark knows?
Tony Stark is a first-class rich family.

Laili shook her head and said, "Sorry, I have an appointment with Gwen and Peter to go to Times Square tonight."

Mark didn't force it, but just shrugged and said, "That's a pity. Are you sure that good friends are more important than food?"

Lailiz looked at Mark while tightening the box and said, "Yes, I'm sure."

Night falls.

Near Times Square.

Three young men were wandering around.

Peter, who was always unwilling to take care of his messy short hair, scratched the back of his head and looked at Laili and Gwen, who were walking side by side, and said, "Um... I mean, two ladies, shouldn't we find a place to eat?"

Lailis smiled and turned to look at Peter, who was obviously not in a good state of mind, and said, "What's the matter, how long have you been tired?"

Gwen laughed beside him without saying a word.

Peter rolled his eyes and said, "How long has it been? We went out at two o'clock in the afternoon, and it's already six o'clock now, but you haven't bought a single thing."

"It's normal that I didn't buy it, I didn't see a suitable one."

"...In that scarf shop, you stayed in front of a blue scarf for half an hour."

"It's only July, so it's not time to buy a scarf."

"...then you still watch?"

"We were thinking about what coat would look good with that scarf."

"Then……"

"And now it's July."

"..."

This conversation directly made Peter, the little spider with a super IQ, run his little head at a high frequency, trying to connect his channel with that of Lailis and Gwen.

but……

Peter has never successfully connected the channels of the two women.

Subsequently.

Peter sighed, which even drew Gwen's squeeze: "Did you sigh like this when you were a superhero fighting criminals?"

This is a trap.

But Peter shrugged without noticing it and said: "To be honest, I think being a superhero is much better than going shopping with you."

Laris averted her gaze a little unbearably.

Can't the idiot hear that Gwen is complaining?

Gwen's face darkened suddenly.

She now deeply doubts whether it was a wrong feeling to find Peter to fall in love at that time.

But okay.

It took a while for Peter's EQ to go offline, and after seeing his girlfriend's face clearly, he waved his hand and said, "Gwen, that's not what I meant."

"Then what do you mean?" Gwen followed up and said: "Peter, don't you think we have more important things to face than being a superhero? For example, what will happen to our future? Sample?"

Peter was stunned.

at this time.

Boom!

Not far away, there was a sudden loud explosion on the south side of Times Square.

The three young men suddenly turned their heads to look.

But I saw a truck flying heavily in the air and then smashing hard on the ground.

The crowd gathered on the south side of Times Square instantly ran towards the outside like a frying pan.

not far away.

Five or six police cars approached quickly with their sirens sounding.

Peter looked at Gwen.

Gwen was silent for a while and said helplessly, "Go."

Peter moved the backpack behind him to the front as if he had heard the imperial decree, and ran towards the alley not far away.

next second.

The New Yorker's good neighbor, the Amazing Spider-Man Peter Parker, went online smoothly.

Lailis and Gwen also ran over in a hurry.

On the south side of the square.

A blue-skinned man with a hood who had just come back from the dead suddenly flickered the lightning around his body, and looked at five or six police cars surrounding him in some surprise.

His name is Max Dylan.

Self-presence-99.

Even his immediate boss can still call him by his first name after working with him for more than a year.

The biggest reason for Max Dylan is that one day people will remember him, or get his name right once.

"Get down on the ground."

"Damn it, lay down immediately, immediately."

"Stop."

"Get down on the ground for me."

"Sir, stop and lie on the ground."

"I want you to get down on the ground immediately, for your own safety and the safety of everyone else around you, immediately."

Countless policemen who got off the police car surrounded and pointed their guns at Max Dillon and shouted loudly on the walkie-talkie.

Now Max Dillon, who has changed from black to blue, has never faced the scene of being watched by many people. He looked around in a panic and said in a voice that only he could hear: "It's not my fault."

talking.

Max Dillon stretched out his right arm forward as if hoping someone would help him.

next second.

Max Dillon was shocked.

However, he could be seen on the walls of Times Square and even the surrounding buildings, one by one on the big screens.

Blue Max Dylan.

at this time.

The restless little heart of Max Dillon, who had been transparent since childhood, beat a little.

People are watching him.

Max Dillon cried out inwardly.

Yes.

People are finally paying attention to him.

this moment.

Max Dylan, like all narcissistic people, looks at himself on the big screen and extricates himself.

The surrounding sounds seemed to disappear.

In the eyes of Max Dillon, there are only countless big screens left.

he is drunk...

but.

The NYPD is not drunk.

Seeing that the blue-skinned weirdo's warning to them was empty, the NYPD police officers who have never been good-tempered directly dismantled the tear gas bombs in their hands and threw them around Max Dillon.

Max Dillon looked at countless cans with smoke and threw them at his feet in horror and said, "No, no, no, stop, don't do this, don't, wait...it's not my fault."

Max Dillon panicked, his heart beating rapidly.

next second.

bang...

(End of this chapter)