[Comprehensive British and American] The villain is beaten daily

Peter Parker, a male high school student, nicknamed a nerd, has good grades, but his limbs are uncoordinated.

But, this is before.

For Peter, he is not the original Peter Parker.

He is now, Peter Superhuman Parker.

A few days ago, after being bitten by a miraculous spider, Peter discovered that his eyes were no longer short-sighted, and his body could still absorb static electricity. Through this mouth all passed to Peter the same.

Most people will show off when they get superpowers.Although Peter still has reason, but it’s about the same as showing off. He almost told the bastards who bullied him to be careful. I’m no longer the nerd I used to be. .

After all, he is still a high school student, and 15-year-olds have the possibility and the right to make mistakes.

However, he almost lost Uncle Ben, who was more like his father than his father, because of the mistakes he made and because he looked on coldly.

—almost.

If it weren't for the superhuman in front of him.

He could feel the girl's hot breath hitting the side of his neck, and the spider sensed screaming like crazy in his brain, he was vigilant, grateful and intoxicated, it was torture.

Peter felt that his face must have turned red.

Standing in front of him was a woman with a good figure, half of her face was covered by a mask, the only recognizable thing was probably her scattered ginger-red hair.But there are so many people in the United States, and there are so many red-haired people. Six of his classmates are red-haired... Wait!Peter what are you thinking!

The teenage spider who is not yet a superhero is at a loss.

He felt that there was something else he needed to do, but at this moment, he was more worried about Uncle Ben, whose life and death were uncertain.

The spider sensor in his head was still warning like crazy, and Peter knew that there was still uncle Ben's blood on the glove that brushed his chin.

At this moment, he had already forgotten his inexperienced superpowers, and his light brown eyes were almost begging: "My uncle, he—he—"

Lydia withdrew her hand.

She brushed her fingertips, her voice still elongated: "Sent to the hospital."

Peter breathed a sigh of relief.

He picked up the mobile phone that was about to fall apart, and forced a smile on his face.

"I... thank you so much!... Which hospital did you send him to? Me, me, me—"

He wasn't finished yet.

The ability brought to him by the spider allowed him to clearly perceive a series of movements of the girl.

She was already tall, and Peter couldn't be more than five centimeters taller than her.The red-haired girl clicked her tongue and took another step forward. Although her arm was so thin, it was so powerful. Peter couldn't even react. He could only clearly know that the arm passed through him. bent his knees, and directly picked up the boy.

Peter:? ? ?

Lydia laughed.

Her laughter is crisp, like an innocent girl who is ignorant of the world.

Lydia picked up Princess Peter, stopped at the entrance of the hospital, and nodded his face again: "Peter...isn't it?"

Peter Dazed Parker: Nod.

Lydia said, seeming to take it for granted: "You are a helpless boy, don't go out alone at night, and be responsible for your own safety. I don't guarantee whether I can meet you next time."

After speaking, she brushed her hair, turned and disappeared at the hospital door.

Peter opened his mouth blankly: "...Huh?"

Lydia, who was in a special state, had no idea what she was doing. She had 5 minutes left. During these 5 minutes, she rescued a drunk girl, beat the bastard who almost got her way into a pig's head, and then caught two The car thief threw it at the gate of the New York Police Department and turned back to the metropolis.

The time is just right.

Lydia hummed a song, put hot water in a particularly good mood, and was about to take a bath. At this moment, the full sense of power receded like a tide, and the pure human Lydia "returned".

She fell to the ground with a plop.

[System, tell me, am I dreaming? 】She covered her face, 【I...what am I doing...】

The system is as erratic as her: [What are you doing...]

【what? 】

[Lydia,] The system speaks earnestly, [Come on, work hard, I apologize for doubting whether you can protect the earth before. I think you can not only protect the earth, but also the universe. 】

Lydia: "..."

***

Lydia had enjoyed the gentle morning call from the housekeeper, and opened her eyes in a daze.

Her body was sore as usual, but three times in a row, Lydia was able to carefully stand up against the wall.

Still don't have to go to school today, Lydia calculated her pitiful single-digit points, and let the system restore her.

She had breakfast and gave her little sister a break. This time, she dressed normally and got on the train to New York with her bag on her back.

She's still going to New York.

Don't get me wrong, she's not going to apologize to the boy she molested yesterday, she's planning to find a place to try to learn to control her "cheat finger".

There is no way, the two cities closest to the metropolis, Gotham and New York can be chosen, and everyone is willing to choose New York instead!

After all, Big Brother Lan couldn't let him know about this matter, nor could he let his brother know about it.

She checked some relevant information on the Internet.

She can be said to be anonymous, so naturally she can't go to those famous and luxurious training venues. On the contrary, those places that she avoided before are suitable for her after all.

Lydia thought and thought, and gave up the idea of ​​going back to Hell's Kitchen, or Harlem.She rummaged online and finally found one that seemed to fit her.

——A safe, anonymous place that provides what you need, as long as you pay, a place suitable for training and venting.

The red-haired girl is standing in front of this store now.

This is a dilapidated store, as if it was remodeled from an abandoned factory.The place is big enough, but it doesn't even have a signboard. If she hadn't seen it online, she might not have found it at all.

Today, Lydia is wearing a light pink tracksuit, new shoes, and a peaked cap pushed down very low.

She stood in front of the boss who lowered his head and was fiddling with his mobile phone. For three full minutes, no one looked up at her.

Lydia licked her lips and finally spoke: "Sir..."

"Five dollars an hour, if something breaks, you will be compensated according to the price."

The boss with Mediterranean hair still didn't bother to look up, and didn't take his eyes off the phone. He fumbled to open the drawer and threw a key to her.

Lydia didn't catch it, however.

She had no choice but to bend over to pick up the key with a blushing face. She didn't bother to ask any more questions. She looked at the house number on the key and searched for it one by one.

Fourth floor, 4302.

With a smile on the corner of the girl's lips, she pushed away from the training room.

Unexpectedly, this room can be said to be clean. There are two piles of sandbags on the floor, both of which are a bit old, but the pile on the left is old but still usable, and the pile on the right...is broken.

Lydia looked at the big sandbags that had been broken, and swallowed subconsciously.

She breathed out twice on her palm, rubbed her palm, stretched her wrists and ankles, and stood beside the sandbag that was suspended in mid-air.

She took another two breaths on her fist, showing a substandard boxing action.

A punch hit the sandbag.

The sandbag barely shook his face.

The back of Lydia's fair hands turned red, and the girl with well-developed tear glands had red circles around her eyes, but the tears could already be held back.

She clenched her fist, turned her head, and put the boxing gloves in her bag—no wonder Clark, who was shopping with her, was speechless—put them on her hands.

She steadied herself and landed another punch on the sandbag.

Hands and wrists seem to be a little sore...

And the sandbag turned half a circle without shaking, as if silently laughing at Lydia—what a weak chicken.