The world needs more heroes

Peter's voice was full of joy, and Philomena turned on the loudspeaker, wiped off the dripping water on her body with a bath towel, and said casually, "Very good, what's wrong?"

The relationship between Philomena and Peter Parker can probably be said to have improved a bit. The girl no longer rejected Peter's kindness, but Peter also tried not to face Philomena with a sense of guilt.

"I heard that Supergirl and Overwatch have started to take over Metropolis recently. Have you encountered any problems?" Peter's question made Philomena's heartbeat stop for a moment, and then she returned to normal and asked: " No, why ask?"

"No, just asking—" Peter on the other end of the phone was a little annoyed, he couldn't tell Philomena that Overwatch actually had conflicts with the Justice League and the Avengers.

If asked how he knew, wouldn't he have revealed everything?

Peter on the phone didn't change his usual chatter, and he was still chattering about what happened after Midtown High School resumed in the past few days, including Lightning, Mary Jane, and Ned, etc. Philomena was curious about him Why can every day be so interesting and rich.

Obviously, the life of going to school and after school is extremely boring.

The girl listened to Peter's words in silence. Until she changed her clothes and even took out the microwave food from the cabinet, Peter's words did not stop.

"Click." The sound of the microwave opening caught Peter's attention: "Filomena, are you eating microwave food again?"

"It's convenient." Philomena took the time to reply.

"And it's unhealthy!" But Peter disagreed very much. After all, half a month ago, he was a health inspector who delivered food to the government every day, and now he caught Philomena eating junk food. Of course, he must be careful. Think about it brokenly.

Peter Parker was not blindly disadvantaged in getting along with Philomena, for example, he discovered Philomena's weakness.

She really, really hates people talking about her endlessly.

Accompanied by Peter's thoughts, Philomena, who took out the microwave food from the cupboard, felt the veins on her forehead twitch slightly. Two minutes later, she slammed the microwave in her hand. The heated rice fell back into the cupboard, picked up the phone and yelled viciously at Ling Yi.

"I'm going out to eat, shut up!" Filomina hung up the phone with a "di" sound, and the clothes she was wearing were not home clothes, so she picked up her wallet, stuffed her phone into her pocket, and walked out.

When the door was opened, there was a man standing at the door of the house that had not been lived in for a long time. He was wearing a leather jacket commonly used for riding heavy motorcycles. He was taking off his motorcycle gloves at the moment. He turned his head when he heard the sound.

It was an extremely handsome face, and Philomena had only carefully looked at this person in her database half a day ago.

Richard Grayson, aka Nightwing.

Philomena raised her eyebrows in surprise. Since she moved to the metropolis, Ye Yi will indeed take time to take care of this city that has lost its patron saint, but she has never run into each other. As long as Ye Yi catches up in advance When she arrives at the scene, Philomena will stop her actions and hand over the villain to the opponent.

Everything is based on the first principle of not revealing your identity.

However, he was so careful to avoid Ye Yi, why did the other party appear in the apartment opposite him that seemed to have been unused for a while, did he realize his identity?

The moment this guess appeared, Philomena felt sweat dripping from her forehead, and her palms were slightly wet. She put her hands into the pockets of her trousers as if nothing had happened, pretending that she didn't know anything, Slightly frowned: "Are you the owner of this house?"

Philomena spoke preemptively, and the person standing at the door smiled gently, his blue eyes slightly bent, and he didn't seem to have murderous intentions: "Hello, you are the one who bought Mrs. Merison's house. Well, I'm not the owner of the house here, but his...friend, entrusted by someone to come and see his house."

"Oh." Philomena looked at the man suspiciously, then shrugged, and pressed the elevator without saying a word.

The elevator is on the lower floor at the moment, and it will take some time to get to Philomena's floor. The girl pulled out the coiled headphone cable from her pocket, and stuffed it in her ear casually, expressing that she refused to be a thousand miles away. outside attitude.

The young man standing opposite looked at Philomena in surprise, then turned his head and took out the key from his pocket. After opening the door with a click, he nodded at Philomena regardless of the flying dust at the door. Head straight into the apartment.

"Ding!" The elevator arrived at just the right time. When Dick Grayson turned around and closed the door, he found that the girl standing in front of the elevator looked away. Her ice-blue eyes carried an aura that would make ordinary people terrified. She stepped into the elevator, the movements of her feet were light and silent, like a cat.

The elevator door closed slowly, while he held on to the door and was stunned for two seconds.

"This kid looks really fierce."

The vicious-looking girl is walking in the metropolis in the evening at this moment. The bachelor apartment she lives in is not far from the park. Every day when she commutes to and from school, goes shopping, and acts of chivalry, she always sees the superman standing in the center of the metropolis from afar. .

She stopped as usual, and looked at the tall golden statue from a distance through the air in the middle, with no expression on her face.

After a few seconds, she asked in her mind: [Why did Grayson appear there?That house belongs to Wayne? 】

【searching. 】Athena's reply came very quickly, and less than a second later, her stereotyped voice sounded again: 【The owner of the house is Jonathan Kent, who currently lives in Smallville, Kansas. 】

Kent?

Philomena narrowed her eyes slightly. The surname Kent is not uncommon, but there are many strange things that happened to Kent.

Kara Kent, who is suspected of being a super girl, belongs to Jonathan Kent's house but allows Nightwing to come in and out at will, the dust that has not been cleaned for two or three months.

If this house belonged to Jonathan Kent, then the man who was Carla Kent's guardian, wouldn't let Carla live here?

The house has been vacant for so long, but until today, someone who has nothing to do with their family has appeared there.

The house seemed to be waiting for someone who would not return.

The street lights were on, and unlike the Gotham Philomena had seen on the news, even though Metropolis had lost Superman, it seemed they hadn't lost hope.

People in twos and threes walked on the road together, chatting and laughing at the same time, the night wind blew across Philomena's face, lifting the girl's hair that was hanging by her ears.

A mouth-watering aroma came from the restaurant in the distance. Filomina paused, and decided not to waste her walking time. She turned a corner and opened the door of the restaurant on the street.

This is a Thai restaurant, and it seems that there are not many customers. Philomena was lucky to get a double seat by the window because she was the only one.

The menu handed over by the waiter was full of beautiful things. However, Philomena, who has been eating out since she was a child, has tried all kinds of cuisines from all over the world. She skipped a long list of dishes such as lemon fish and momo chacha, and chose a dish of fried pork and Green Curry Coconut Chicken.

These two dishes are classic Thai dishes. If a restaurant cannot make these two dishes authentic and delicious, it is impossible to have such a good business.

A small, finely carved silver basin was placed on the table, and the slight gap under the lid revealed the aroma of rice. Filomina took out her mobile phone and checked Twitter before serving the food.

#Overwatch

#nice

#Metropolitan Museum Robbery

The entries under the popular trend were completely occupied by these related words. Philomena raised her eyebrows in surprise, and clicked on the first search tag named [Overwatch].

As soon as she opened it, a video that had been retweeted tens of thousands of times appeared in front of her. The person who posted the video was a well-known superhero fan and also had a strong editing ability.

Gilbert[email protected]: Overwatch, it turns out!

Philomena, who was wearing headphones, clicked on the video directly. At the beginning of the video, there was a slightly shaky picture, which was obviously recorded by a mobile phone, and there was a sound of exclamation, which immediately attracted everyone's attention. force.

"Look! It's them! It's Overwatch!"

"Boom!" The jazz drum beat heavily, as if hammering on the heart of the viewer. Philomena held her breath slightly, and the screen instantly went dark. The next second, the character who appeared was her Angel used in a terrorist attack.

The gilt gold flowing out of the angel's staff in the picture is not dazzling, and it is gentle like a holy light that wraps the wounded. The seriously injured and dying people recover their heartbeat and breathing under this holy light. On the shaking screen, someone A voice appeared: "Who are you, are you an angel?"

The blond woman noticed him and smiled: "I'm Overwatch."

Immediately afterwards, the picture flashed by, and the numerous videos of Philomena saving lives in New York and the Metropolis always ended with "I am Overwatch."

The last thing that appeared on the screen was an oriental woman with a bun and a heavy winter coat. The strangely shaped gun disappeared into the air in her hand, holding a green stone that had been frozen into an ice brick, and smiled slightly: "I My codename is Mei, and I belong to Overwatch."

After the voice fell, the screen entered a deep black, and a huge white font appeared in the screen: "They are Overwatch."

"You're watching that Overwatch video, it's so well edited." At this moment, a voice sounded beside Philomena. The girl took off her earphones and turned her head to the left. The person who spoke was The waiter who took the order for her just now, a woman in her 30s, smiled, her black pupils looked like star chess under the reflection of the light: "They are a group of good people."

"It felt like when Superman was alive."