Marvel Road to Survival

Gwen was in a daze. The box was a drawer-shaped structure, and a drawer slowly stretched out. Inside was a one-piece body suit with a hood behind the collar. .huangjintong.org

The upper body is snow white, with rose-red spider web patterns on the lining of the hood and the inside of the joints. The lower body is black, forming a beautiful dividing line with the upper body at the waistline.

The entire tights is smooth and shiny. If you look carefully, there are fine raised spider web patterns on the clothes, which reflect the light and create a beautiful ripple-like halo.

Gwen was immediately fascinated by this outfit. No matter the color, style, or pattern design, it all met the girl's ideal standard of perfection.

A pair of bracelets with a white background and a rose-red spider logo on them. A snow-white spider hood, with spider eyes outlined in rose-red lines shining brightly.

and a letter

Dear Ms. Spider-Woman:

Stark Industries is committed to stable development and world peace, and the great Iron Man is making great contributions to this end.

When we learn about the emergence of a street vigilante with a good heart in New York City, we realize that Stark Industries has to do something about it.

We provide you with a set of equipment that can ensure personal safety. This is a cross-generation product designed by the genius scientist Tony Stark. It is powerful and extremely intelligent.

ai: Miss Suit will provide you with 24-hour service, and Stark Industries servers and satellites will provide you with reliable technical support.

Please read the instructions carefully

by: Stark Industries.

Gwen unconsciously fell into a habitual daze.

"Why did Stark Industries give me gifts? Is their boss a fan of mine? But where are the instructions?"

Gwen decided decisively to try it on before talking about it. This is the first decision every girl will make when seeing beautiful clothes.

The one-piece body suit was not tight at all. Gwen looked at the fat spider suit and frowned in the full-length mirror.

"Do they think I'm a fat little girl?" The girl suddenly thought of someone who was once fat as a ball and couldn't help laughing.

He picked up the hood and put it on.

"Miss Battlesuit is at your service"

The jumpsuit tightens instantly and fits the girl's body curve without a trace of excess, and leaves enough room to allow for extensive movement.

"Bind id: Gwen Stacy"

A big sister's female voice came to the girl's ears, which was very Stark.

"Wow smart AI, black technology!" Gwen jumped up excitedly.

Qiao Qi sat in front of the black sandalwood tea sea, washing the tea with a ceramic teapot familiarly, and the hand-painted teacup was filled with steam and refreshing.

After a night of trying, Qiao Qi basically figured out the rules of using Nightcrawler's ability - teleportation.

The current limit is about 180 meters that can be accurately positioned, which is also the coverage range of Qiao Qi's spiritual body.

Beyond this distance, you can only use vision locking to locate. Qiao Qi's abstract imagination is not enough, and he is not sure about the nature of the spatial anchor point. Once the mental body is not positioned accurately, he will lose accuracy. This is very dangerous and may cause After teleporting, he found that his body was combined with other things.

It is necessary to meditate in advance to communicate with the anchor points in different spaces in the sea of ​​consciousness. In an emergency, a trace of the spiritual body can be left on standby in the sea of ​​consciousness so that one can quickly travel between the two worlds. However, this will cause the inner and outer spiritual perceptions to lose balance and the spiritual body will be damaged.

The anchor point in the different space is not fixed. If he walks to the other side of the volcano in the different space and returns to the real world, then the next time he enters the different space, he will appear where he left last time.

Qiao Qi summarized the three elements of teleportation:

First, when entering a different space, don’t look up at the sky. Absolutely not

Second, there are unknown creatures in the craters. Stay away from all craters.

Third, stay in a different space for as short a time as possible. The shorter the time, the better.

"Teleport should be used as little as possible. If you happen to hit a volcanic eruption, it will be so cold. There are so many unknown things in that space. Not only the volcanoes and the red sky, but also the abyss under the mountains, there seem to be unknown dangers." Qiao Qi pinched the Cup of tea, drink it all in one gulp

Vanessa Gallery, dusk.

The exhibition hall was empty, except for a graceful figure standing in front of the oil painting titled.

The woman was very nervous, her body was shaking, her face was stiff, and tears rolled down her cheeks.

puff

A big hand penetrated the woman's back and came out from the front. It was a diamond palm with complex facets, holding a steaming and slightly trembling heart.

The woman's seven orifices were bleeding in a horrible shape, and her face was filled with resentment.

Whoosh whoosh

The man in a hospital gown sat up from the bed. His face and body were covered with cold sweat, and the sweat soaked his chest and back.

White ceiling, white bedding, white walls and floor

The lights were bright and there was a canopy bed in the middle of the large, empty room.

The man gasped for air, his heart still shaking, and his eyes showed extreme fear.

"Fisk, you finally woke up" came a female voice.

On one side of the room, the secret door opened, and Vanessa, whose heart was ripped out in the man's nightmare, walked in.

Behind her was a middle-aged gentleman with an outstanding temperament and a hale and hearty spirit. The man had meticulously combed silver hair, gold-rimmed round glasses, a straight suit, and a tie with high-end hand-embroidery.

The mountain-like giant man sat on the bed blankly, looking at the woman. He seemed to be shocked that she appeared here. After working hard for a long time, I finally spoke in a hoarse voice: "How far has things come?"

"It's too bad that the Defenders sent some high-level officials to prison, and they also instigated a group of people to rebel," the woman said expressionlessly.

"How long have I been here?"

"Forty days, the operation was successful. Dr. Kenji Koyama replaced your spine with an alloy. Dr. Whitehall's medicine ensured your vitality," Vanessa was explaining to Fisk. The silver-haired man looked at the man with a smile.

"The external affairs are not important. Inform Dr. Xiaoshan to prepare for the next operation. I need to replace all the bones in my body. I need strength. When I return to that city, those betrayers will commit suicide out of fear of crime." Jin Bin's voice was hoarse, with a murderous look in his eyes.

"These will greatly shorten your lifespan. The alloy and cell-strengthening potions were originally prepared for the dead soldiers." Vanessa had a gentle look on her face. She sat on the edge of the bed and held Kingpin's generous palm.

"Power Vanessa Only power can protect you from harm. Is Wesley still alive?" the man asked.

"He was in prison, and Jorge Garcia arranged for many bastards to take turns living in his cell." The woman's voice was filled with resentment.

"Give the remaining bit to Commissioner Robert and let him get Wesley out."

"No, I have almost exhausted all my energy to save you this time, and the rest will be used to prevent risks." Vanessa said firmly.

"My Muse" Kingpin cupped the woman's cheek with his generous palm.

"That dinner in the restaurant changed you. It's all thanks to your ability that I can survive these days when I'm sleeping. Nothing is more important than you. You shouldn't do these dirty things. Wesley is more suitable." Kingpin had a rare tenderness on his face, and he looked lovingly into Vanessa's eyes.

"Hey, Sir Fisk, you seem to have forgotten that there is another person here. What is your follow-up order for cell strengthening medicine?" Dr. Whitehall held a handkerchief and wiped the corner of his mouth.

"All" Kingpin waved Whitehall away.

"It's always a pleasure to work with you." Mr. Whitehall bowed, folded his handkerchief carefully, and turned to leave.

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