Debt Sell Yourself Daily [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

Peter ended his patrol early on the weekend and arrived at the address given by Halle on time.

This is a high-end community located in the east of Queens. Peter stood in front of Halle's house, a little tangled. He didn't expect Halle to invite him directly to her house. He knocked on the door hesitantly, and Halle soon After opening the door, Harley wore a loose sportswear and tied her hair into a high ponytail today, looking youthful and energetic.

"Hi, Harry." Peter greeted her, looking a little embarrassed.

"Well, come in, Peter." Harry handed him a pair of house slippers.

Peter changed his shoes and went in. He had been to Halle's house before, but not here, in Long Island.

"Is Uncle Osborne not here? Don't you live in Long Island?" Peter couldn't help asking.

"I don't live with my father. It's close to the school. I usually live here." Harry replied.

Harry brought Peter to the basement, and Peter said "wow" as soon as he entered, "Cool!" He said, looking at the high-tech scene in the basement.

"Of course." Harry said proudly. It was not easy for her to transform the basement into this, let alone expensive and hard-to-buy experimental equipment.

"It's really cool in here, I mean it's like a movie scene, wow, this computer is my favorite model, is it the highest configuration? It must be right? Whoa, this is a boxing machine? This The colors are so cool, what is this big guy for? My god, this place is really amazing. I wonder if Mr. Stark's lab is like this. I adore Mr. Stark, he is such a genius , his invention is really amazing, his Iron Man suit is amazing..." Peter didn't need anyone to answer, he became excited as soon as he entered here, jumping up and down and talking in his mouth Non-stop, a small milk voice spoke very fast, and the topic changed several times, and Harley couldn't get in the conversation at all.

"That's enough, Peter." Harry couldn't stand his blah blah, and had to interrupt him by raising his voice.

"Oh, sorry, I got a little excited." Peter, a little shy at realizing what he'd done, said again, "I'm so sorry."

"It's nothing." Harry waved his hand indifferently, and said jokingly, "I thought you were ready to talk, after all, you don't talk much when you see me."

Harley has never been talkative, and Peter always talks a lot. In the past, Peter told Harley to listen, and they got along harmoniously.

"You still remember." Peter was a little happy. After meeting Harley again, he didn't know what to say, after all, he was unfamiliar.

"I've always had a good memory." Harry didn't want to say more, and got down to business, "Come on, let's test your ability today, the White Queen remembers to record."

"Okay, miss."

"I wanted to ask last time, the White Queen, is she your AI steward? Just like Mr. Stoke's Jarvis?" Peter looked at the White Queen's projection curiously.

"Almost, the White Queen did help me a lot."

"Wow, this is awesome." Peter said in praise, a little envious.

"It's pretty good." Harry wanted to end this topic quickly: "Let's start testing your abilities."

In fact, Harley only needs to get Peter's blood, but the White Queen wants to record the abilities and physical qualities of some superpowers for reference. Anyway, there is a ready-made one here, so we can meet together.Harry was very comfortable with Peter.

"The first is strength, hit it." Harley pointed to the place marked with an arrow in the middle of the silver-white machine that resembled a 'boxing machine' and said, "Use all your strength."

"Really? Won't it break? I have great strength." Peter tentatively punched the machine, and the machine beeped, and a number was displayed on the upper screen.

"Mr. Parker's strength is around 6 tons, but I don't think he used his full strength." The White Queen's voice sounded, and she answered truthfully what she 'saw'.

"Hit it hard, Peter. This is no ordinary boxing machine, and you won't break it."

"Okay, okay." Peter took a deep breath and hit it with all his strength.

"Mr. Parker's strength reached about 18 tons this time."

"Wow, that's amazing." Harry exclaimed.

Peter scratched his curly hair shyly.

"Let's test your speed and reflexes. I know that you made the spider silk you shot yourself. Is it your ability to climb the wall?"

"Oh, that's my ability too, just like the hair tufts of a spider that allow me to climb." Seeing Harry staring at his hands with bright eyes, Peter hurriedly added, "Of course I don't have hair tufts, just to describe .”

"Okay, let's test it together." Harley didn't care, and pointed to a huge cuboid-shaped device: "The White Queen opened it."

The White Queen immediately carried out the order, and the device made a beeping sound and lit up, like a transparent luminous container made of glass.

"There will be small balls coming at you inside, you have to avoid it and don't get hit." Harry explained: "In order to test your adsorption ability, I will adjust the friction between the ground and the wall."

Peter nodded to show he understood. "Go in." Harry pointed to a small opening that opened at some point.

Peter entered the small opening and was immediately closed without any traces. He looked around curiously. It was like a fully enclosed room with nothing inside, and he couldn’t see the outside scene from inside. He watched everything in a few seconds. , there is really nothing to see.He walked towards the middle, waiting for the test.

"Mr. Parker, can we start?" the White Queen asked.

"Yes." As soon as Peter finished speaking, small balls from all directions immediately attacked him, and the sizes and materials of these small balls were also different.He didn't react at first and was hit once, but soon he found a way to hide around inside without being hit again.

"White Queen, increase speed and reduce friction."

Peter immediately realized that the speed of the ball had increased, and now he was starting to dodge a little harder. Peter felt that the ball was getting faster but did not realize that the friction had decreased. Even though it was slippery now, he could still Climb freely on the wall.

"Why isn't it over yet? I'm so tired." Peter panted while hiding, his reaction and speed began to slow down, and he persisted for a while. He began to be hit, and then more and more balls hit him, "Hey, stop Come on, I can't do it, I'm too tired."

The ball stopped and Peter collapsed on the ground gasping for breath. "Wow, I'm really tired, it feels like it's been a long time."

"Actually, 17 minutes have passed, Mr. Parker," said the White Queen.

"What, did I persist for such a short time?" Peter was shocked. Is his stamina so poor?

The White Queen said truthfully: "According to normal standards, you have persisted long enough." It paused for a while: "Mr. Parker, Miss asked you to go out."

"Okay." Peter got up and walked towards the small mouth that just appeared.

"It's really amazing. Your strength, speed, reaction and endurance are far beyond ordinary people. The maximum strength reaches 18 tons, and the maximum speed can reach 700 miles per hour. Moreover, your adsorption capacity has nothing to do with friction. In theory, you It can be adsorbed on the surface of any solid object. It's just because of a spider, it's amazing!" Halle sighed at Peter with glowing eyes.

"Isn't it researched by your Osborne Group?" Peter asked Harry when he saw such a big question.

"I'm not the researcher of it." Harry wondered how it appeared in Osborne.

"Okay, so is there anything else to test?" Peter asked, nodding his head.

"The aspect of testing ability is over. Except for the relatively poor endurance, everything else is amazing, and according to the analysis of the White Queen, your ability may become stronger through exercise or even simple aging." Harry said as he took out the blood drawing equipment, "Now draw some blood, I'm going to do blood analysis, come here."

Peter hesitated and didn't go there.

"What's wrong?" Harry raised an eyebrow at him.

"What is the Osborn Group doing to study these?" Peter paused, pursed his lips and said, "I mean, these creatures are very, very strange, they are beyond our control, I don't know if I made it clear, This thing is dangerous."

"Of course, of course, Peter, you know that even with the advanced medical treatment, there are still many diseases that cannot be cured, especially the absence of genes. The Osborne Group wants to solve these, and Osborne can control it'." Halle wasn't lying, it's just that she was the one who wanted to study and treat diseases, but she didn't want to tell Peter.

"That's right." Peter believed her.He stretched out his arms to her and said, "Then you smoke."

With eyes lowered, Harry drew two tubes of blood and put them in the preservation box. "You asked me a question before, can I ask you one now?" Harry said, looking at Peter.

"what?"

"Why did you do this? Become Spider-Man, to help others? You got such power, you didn't teach those who bullied you in school, but spent time doing these things every day?" Harley was serious very curious.

"Because, because I got this ability, I became much better than them. Of course, I really want to teach them a lesson, but if I do this, what's the difference from them?" Peter looked at Harry with an expression Seriously, "I have this ability, so I should take this responsibility."

"Do you think it's your responsibility?" Halle was thoughtful. Peter was the kindest person she knew since she was a child. It can be said that this is completely different from her. The Osborne family's education emphasizes interests. , a typical capitalist model. Later, Halle spent most of her time in boarding schools. Most of the people there were sensitive and indifferent, with a strong sense of territory. Under the influence of the two, Halle has always been hypocritical and indifferent. , quite different from Peter.

But it is precisely because of this difference that she likes to get along with Peter. Whether it was before or now, staying with him will be very easy.

"Actually, it's just doing some small things." Peter said shyly. He thought he could do better.

"Okay." Harry patted Peter on the shoulder, and walked to a column full of technology, "There is one last item, go in."

Peter regretted it soon after he went in, because he heard that the White Queen was blowing his measurements.

"Mr. Parker is 5.7 feet tall, 154 pounds, 3.5 feet bust, 2.4 feet waist, and 3.7 feet hips."

Peter:? ? ?what happened?Shocked and bewildered.