[Zhongyingmei] The correct posture of the villain's whitewashing

"We need manpower, and there are countless mutants hidden in Manhattan. At least in this regard, they are much easier to convince than ordinary people."

"This is an ability detector I modified based on the principle of ability shielding. Peter, you are in charge of the South District, and I am in charge of the East District. Remember, don't waste a lot of time on mutants who can't be persuaded."

At the entrance of the Avengers Building, Daze looked at the old-fashioned Swedish watch on his wrist.

"We'll meet here in an hour."

Putting on his brand new uniform again, the little Spider-Man gave a not-so-standard salute: "Got it, sir!"

After speaking, spider webs shot out from his wrists, and he swayed back and forth among the towering buildings. It seemed that this was the first time he had executed an "organizational order". This made him even more excited than usual, and he could hear the exclamations of passers-by along the way.

"My God, Spider-Man!"

"Where is the need to fight criminals?"

"Hurry up, I want to take a photo with him before he disappears!"

"Nancheng District, Nancheng District, Nancheng District—"

From the central city to the south city is just a matter of moving fingers for Spiderman. After all, such a modern city full of skyscrapers is tailor-made for Spiderman, and there is no need to worry about traffic jams.

However, it is not easy to find one or two hidden mutants in the vast crowd.

Holding the detector in his hand, Peter Parker swung back and forth in the crowded place several times, but the machine didn't move at all from the beginning to the end.

There must be mutants hiding in the crowd in Manhattan. Both they and ordinary citizens know this clearly, but it is impossible for him to get a machine to scan them one by one, not to mention that he has no way to explain this kind of behavior There is no way to explain why he did it.

The wall clock not far away showed the time, and it had been half an hour since he came out.

Although it has not been recognized by the Avengers, as a superhero who has been alone since his "debut", Peter Parker actually wants to have an organization in his heart, and if he returns empty-handed this time, join the revenge The hope of the Raiders Alliance is even slimmer!

On the roof of a bank on Wall Street, Little Spider-Man squatted on the eaves and scratched his hair in distress.

Just when he was thinking about changing places, such as Brooklyn to try his luck, the power detector on his waist suddenly started to vibrate like crazy.

Peter Parker regained his energy, and immediately stared at the crowd with his eyes wide open.

At this time, several loud and harsh gunshots erupted all around, and the surrounding crowd screamed, and then began to flee in all directions.

Three hooded bank robbers stepped out of the bank, holding a hostage in their hands, a small man with glasses who looked like a bank employee.

Peter Parker couldn't help getting closer, and then the detector on his waist vibrated even more.

Could it be that there are mutants among these four people?Could it be the three robbers?

Thinking of this, Little Spider-Man couldn't help frowning.

As a superhero fighting criminals, he really doesn't want to be with these criminals.

Or maybe it was the hostage?

In short, there are.

Spider-Man, who wouldn't sit by and watch a robbery, stood up, and just as he was about to jump on the roof of the car and yank the criminals down, someone did it first.

"boring! Eyes on this, a boring bank robbery!"

"The most common standard gun, black stockings with two holes cut out, a modified Hummer, a money bag, three stupid robbers and a poor Mr. Mole!"

There was a strange and exaggerated voice from somewhere. When he heard this sentence, the hostage mole's expression twisted, and then he yelled out of his polite appearance: "Damn, hate, I'm being killed Others are pointing guns at their heads, what else do you want from me!"

The voice that was originally far away suddenly became very close again, so close that it seemed to be right next to my ear.

"Then you pointed the gun at him too."

As he spoke, the cold barrel of the gun touched the temple of the criminal who was holding the mole.

The criminal turned his head in horror, only to see a hooded, red and black, enlarged face with white eye sockets.

He was indeed close to the ear.

"Let me introduce myself—"

Before he finished speaking, the robbers on both sides pulled the trigger on him.

"Hey, stop, I haven't even started talking, you guys are serious!"

The man in the red uniform climbed onto the roof neatly, twirled his guns and casually threw the pistol behind him: "Listen, I'm on a mission to save the poor little mole right now. I was taking a nap at home before this emergency call. Do you know how important a nap is to a person? You people who don’t have sex at first sight certainly don’t know, so—”

His voice suddenly became deep and magnetic from the original laugh: "It's best, nothing dares to stop me."

After finishing speaking, the surroundings fell into a brief silence.

After the three robbers saw the man pretending to be aggressive on the roof of the car, they reacted one after another, holding up their guns and shooting.

"Where did the tights come from—!"

"What? Leotard idiot?"

After hearing this, the man who jumped to the back of the car to avoid a wave of bullets stretched out his little finger and made a gesture of picking his ears.

"I'm sorry I may not have heard you, are you going to say that to me again?"

"You stupid tightsuit-"

Before he finished speaking, the robber let out a scream.

The man withdrew the rifle in his hand, and pointed at the other two robbers: "Do you want to shoot too? Or say."

He dropped the rifle as casually as he dropped the pistol just now, stretched out his hand and slowly drew out the double knives on his back, and his voice became low again: "Do you want to try this? This is no joke."

The robber pulled the safety catch in his hand: "If you dare to come over, I will shoot him in the head!"

Hearing this, the man immediately stopped what he was doing, and sat down on the roof of the car.

Just when the robber thought he was about to compromise, he suddenly said, "You shoot."

Mole couldn't believe it: "What the hell are you doing!"

The man stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation: "Go ahead, go ahead."

This time even the robbers didn't react.

After waiting for a while, the robber still did not shoot, and the man shouted as if his patience had run out: "Go!"

The robber shook his hand in fright and pulled the trigger directly.

The Mole closed his eyes in despair.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

The imaginary gunshots never sounded.

There was a burst of laughter that made people itch when they heard it.

"I know you want to ask, where did the bullet go?"

The man sitting on the roof of the car smiled exaggeratedly, then took out the bullets in the pistol from his pocket and slowly let go, the bullets fell from his palm to the ground one by one, making a crisp sound of jingling.

"It's here, it's here, it's all here! Hahaha, do you want to use air to tear up tickets? This is really a good idea for energy conservation and environmental protection. Report it to the Stark Energy Cleaning Department and maybe they will adopt it."

"Then now—"

The man picked up his weapon again, and three screams sounded in his ears one after another. When he came back to his senses, the robbers were already lying on the ground, motionless.

The man took the weapon and patted Mole's arm: "Remember that your life is worth as much as the commission. Don't take yourself too cheaply. Everyone's life is extremely precious, Hani."

Mole couldn't help shaking the goose bumps on his body.

The man retracted his weapon and sat on the robbers' modified Humvee naturally, then stretched out a hand from the car window and snapped his fingers.

"Tell me where are the people who always show up after the fact?"

As soon as the words fell, the buzzing of police cars came from the streets of Wall Street.

The man laughed, turned up the rock music in the car, and drove off in that Hummer.

Just halfway through the drive, there was a sudden "boom" on the roof of the car.

Then, the little spider hung its head from the roof of the car and pressed it tightly against the windshield.

"Hey, hello?"

"Excuse me, are you a mutant?"

Manhattan Teaching Center New District, midtown high school senior year resumption day.

"Peter Parker."

"Peter Parker?"

No one responded after calling the name twice. The young teacher with long beige hair couldn't help but look at the student's seat, and couldn't help shaking his head when he found that it was empty.