Across Marvel: I Lost Iron Man

130 Three Years
"Isn't it? I've decided to wash my hands in the golden basin, and these two black uncles are going to hit the guns?"

Little Spider rolled his eyes for a while, and made up his mind that as long as the two black uncles didn't go too far, he wouldn't show his real body.

Thorough tiger Michael said, walking in front of the little spider, without hiding it, he directly stretched out his hand and said,
"Boy, hurry up and take out the valuables on your body, so as not to suffer from flesh and blood."

Little Spider shook his head, his pockets were cleaner than Lian, except for a company-issued computer and a mobile phone in the computer bag on his back, all the money he had just given to the New York City bus system.

The little spider shook his head, expressing that he had no money.

"Shame on your face? What is that on your back? Bring it here!"

Michael pulled hard, but didn't move, the other end of the backpack was firmly held in his hand by the little spider.

"Hey, you kid, are you courting death?"

Michael lifted up his clothes, revealing a shining dagger and said

"Let me go, or I will give you a white knife in and a red knife out."

The little spider didn't speak, but still shook his head.

There were two robbers in total, one with a knife and one with a gun. They seemed to be desperadoes. The little spider didn't pay attention to them at all, but there were too many people in the car and the space was narrow, so it was difficult to use their skills.

Brother Dao heard the movement here and asked

"What's the matter bro? What happened?"

michael turned back and said

"There's a Lengtouqing over here, and he won't give me life or death."

Just when he turned his head, a young man who didn't want to sit outside the aisle on the right suddenly stood up, grabbed Michael's right wrist with one hand, and then blocked his neck with an arm, strangled him severely, and Michael died of suffocation Passed out, and was thrown to the ground by the young man.

The little spider secretly praised, this young man's fighting skills are good, his shots are quick, precise and ruthless, without any sloppiness.

Suddenly, the little spider's expression tightened, and the hand of another robber one meter away had already touched the handle of the gun at his waist, but there were still two people between the young man who had just shot and the robber, and it was impossible to get through.

The little spider jumped suddenly, grabbed the roof of the car, then jumped over with lightning speed, turned over and grabbed the arm of the last black uncle, with a little force,

"Kaba—"

A crisp sound.

Brother Dao's arm holding the pistol has been broken.

What followed was Brother Dao's screams like killing a pig. The little spider thought he was noisy, so he punched him on the head. Brother Dao's screams stopped abruptly, and he passed out.

"it is good--"

Only then did the melon-eating crowd in the carriage burst into applause, applauding these two brave New York citizens for their righteous actions.

The driver also pulled over to the side of the road. He had just seen two black robbers being knocked down and took out his cell phone to call 911.
Spider-Man doesn't have time to talk nonsense to the New York police, he's still waiting for class.

"Driver, open the door for me."

Perhaps seeing his heroic figure just now, the driver didn't dare to talk nonsense, and obediently opened the car door.

The little spider walked down from the crowd and let out a long breath.

He turned his head and saw the yellow-haired young man who had just made a move also got out of the car, stepped forward and said with a smile

"Hi, my name is Peter, Peter Parker, you were really awesome just now."

As an ordinary person, even if he has two brushes, he will definitely feel terrified when he sees a robber with a knife, but this young man still chooses to take action, which shows that he is full of justice.

"Hi, my name is Watson—"

The two briefly exchanged a few words, and Watson left in a hurry, as if he didn't want to talk more, the little spider shook his head strangely, he didn't want to be famous because he was Spider-Man, but why didn't the young man in front of him want to? Woolen cloth?

Captured two robbers and rescued a bus of people. This reward is very generous, but he just left?
Is he also some kind of masked hero?
Forget it, everyone has their own secrets, and I don't go too deep into it.

Looked at the phone, bad!

It's already 8:40 and we're going to be late in 20 minutes!
Little Spider tightened his backpack and ran to school.

On the other side, Watson, wearing sunglasses, walked into an office building and entered the elevator. He chose the eighteenth floor.

The elevator goes up slowly,

Watson's eyes flashed the scene when he was in the police training school.
"27149, this is a long-term undercover project. Your records in the police academy will be deleted. Only George Stacey and I know your identity. You have accepted an extremely dangerous mission. Please don't clear?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Joe sir, I really can't hold on any longer. I'm either being questioned by the police or beaten up by young and Dangerous boys in New York every day when I go to the street. You want me to stand up? How can I stand up? Why don't you try it?"

"Ding--"

The elevator stopped on the eighteenth floor, the top floor.

Watson watched the elevators open, shook his head, took a deep breath, and walked out.

The sky in New York is a bit overcast today, but the sun can still be seen breaking through the dark clouds.

Watson sat on the edge of the roof, feeling the cold winter wind, lit a cigarette, and the acrid smoke was inhaled into the lung cavity, stimulating the cells in his body to jump continuously.

"You said, how many times have you been arrested because the moonlight is hurting people this time? I tried everything possible to tell the prosecutor that you have mental problems and told you to see a psychiatrist, and you beat people everywhere. Are you really a psychopath? ah?"

George Stacey walked over in a black suit and a pair of sunglasses, and stood beside Watson.

"Have you forgotten whether you are a policeman or a thief?"

The tall and thin figure blocked the sunlight, Watson firmly pressed the unfinished half of the cigarette on the ground, and stood up abruptly from the ground

"It's clearly agreed to be three years, three years after three years, three years after three years, almost ten years—boss!"

George Stacey frowned and said,
"Can you treat me better? Now I am the only one in New York who knows your identity. I will delete all your files when I go back. I don't have to worry about you being a young and Dangerous boy all your life."

Watson became angry for a while, he pointed to his yellow hair and said

"What do you still think of me? Remind me every day that I'm a policeman. When I dream, I always say, put down the gun and don't move. I'm a policeman! Is that so?"

Watson yelled angrily.

George moved his lips and said
"When will Tony stock up?"

Watson turned his head, leaned on the railing of the roof and said

"do not know."

George shook his head helplessly. He also understood that his proud subordinate often loses his temper.

A policeman with a bright future has become an undercover agent. This kind of dark life is really difficult, and those with poor mental quality may even go crazy.

(End of this chapter)