[Comprehensive] My little sister in battle clothes

Peter felt that he had the potential to be a scumbag.

Because Melissa really stopped looking for him!

His days in the past week have been relatively peaceful. The students may be tired of making jokes, and they are not very interested in seeing him.Peter went to class every day, did homework, designed Karen, and went out for a drive every day, and the days returned to their usual calm.

Friday is Peter's lucky day, and for whatever reason, every criminal likes to go out on the last day of the workday.Peter wandered around the city like an empty taxi looking for customers, just to catch a good opportunity to do justice.

"Come on!" He somersaulted, landed firmly on the ground, and hooked his fingers at a large dog opposite him.

The big dog made a purring sound from its throat, and with a fierce light in its eyes, it suddenly rushed towards Peter!

Peter jumped and rode on the back of the big dog. He pinched the big dog's mouth tightly with one hand, and took out the muzzle with the other hand. No matter how hard the big dog struggled, he would not let go, and he insisted on sealing the muzzle in the mouth. On the big dog's mouth.

Crash!Applause came from all around, and Peter re-tied the broken rope to the collar of the big dog. He grabbed the rope tightly and asked, "Whose dog is this!"

A middle-aged man walked out tremblingly: "Pete is usually very good..."

"Huh?" Spider-Man, who suddenly heard his name, was taken aback, and then reacted, twitching the corner of his mouth and looking at the big dog with the same name as himself but looking extremely ferocious.

"I don't know what's going on today." The middle-aged man's legs were shaking: "Suddenly I was very excited... I almost attacked a pedestrian..."

"Did you eat something?" The big dog was still struggling, and Peter held it firmly with one hand: "This is not allowed, don't get close to it!"

"It's just ordinary canned food." The middle-aged man squatted down, trying to show his affection to the big dog: "Hey, Pete..."

Wooow woof woof!The big dog jumped forward, scaring its owner to sit down on the ground.

"Come back!" Peter pressed Pete's head down. It seemed to have taken a stimulant, and all the muscles in its body were exerting force. The strength of a large dog was greater than that of an adult male.

Finally, the veterinarian came belatedly, and they injected pete with anesthesia, then tied him up and carried him to the car.The middle-aged man followed behind step by step. Peter thought and thought, but still followed: "If you have the test results, can you send them to me?"

The middle-aged man was taken aback: "Of course, but how can I give it to you?"

"I patrol around here every night!" Peter posted a wave of advertisements for himself by the way: "You can call me for any questions! Just call my name! I can hear you everywhere!" He turned around, Send a wink to the citizen's door: "Remember to find Spider-Man!"

After helping three elderly people to cross the road, and helping a girl get a balloon that floated on a tree, Peter squatted on a billboard, watching the passing vehicles below.

"Tell me, did I make a fuss over a molehill." Peter unbuttoned his mask and rubbed his hair.

"Any big crisis starts with a little clue." Karen gave Peter a compliment: "It's good that you have such a keen sense."

Be praised!Peter does a backflip on the billboard: "I have a hunch." His eyes are firm: "I think I'm going to find something big!"

Two days later, Peter met a middle-aged man in this block again.

"Pete hasn't been discharged from the hospital yet." The middle-aged man looked haggard, and he was carrying a bag with a puppy's head printed on it: "It seems that the matter is a bit serious, and the police have been involved. It is said that the report must be sent to the police first." bureau."

Peter nodded. He comforted the middle-aged man who was worried about his pet dog, and watched him leave.

After he left, Peter remained where he was: "Karen, look up the address of the pet store on his handbag just now."

Soon, a map appeared: "No. 32 Bethan Street, Dogger's Pet Shop, business hours: 10:00 to 22:00."

"Very good." Peter jumped onto the tree a few times: "I think we need to go there tonight."

"Before that, I suggest you go home first." Karen said, "Your aunt answered the phone and she went out. It seems that someone will come over later."

"What!" Peter almost fell from the tree: "Shit!"

"Lauguage!" Karen said angrily, "You want to see the captain again, don't you?"

There was no time for Peter to quarrel with Karen. He hurried back to Queens, and slipped in through the window. Just as he retracted his battle suit into his belt, there was a knock on the door of the room.

He quickly picked up the white T on the back of the chair and put it on his body. The door was suddenly pushed open, and Mei leaned in with half her body: "I knocked on the door this time?"

"Thank you." Peter grabbed another pair of pajama pants and put them on: "What's the matter?"

"Do you still remember what I told you at the weekend?" Mei rolled back the broken hair beside her ears: "Our new tenant has moved in!"

"New tenant!" Peter was taken aback: "What new tenant!"

Karen reminded in a low voice: "She told you at 2:47 on Sunday afternoon that someone rented the bedroom next to yours, and you agreed."

"I...!" Peter tried to remember, but couldn't remember.Mei shrugged: "Okay, so you know now?" She pushed open the door directly: "Come out and introduce Mr. Senior to you."

Peter's combat uniform belt was still wrapped around his body. He put down the wide hem of the T-shirt, blocked the gold-red belt with the spider logo in the middle, and walked out with his hair casually.

As soon as he went out, he saw a huge pile of luggage. A man with long curly hair and glasses was sitting in the living room. He had fair skin and looked about 30 years old. He put his hands on both sides of his body. Stand up: "Hello, this is Mr. Parker."

"Call me Peter." This person didn't look difficult to get along with, Peter stretched out his hand: "Mr. Senior?"

"You can call me Pound." The curly-haired man grinned, as if his muscles were twitching: "Thank you for renting a room to me."

"Pound is a painter." Mei brought the teapot and refilled him a cup of tea: "I like art very much. If we have time, can we chat?"

Pound didn't seem to know what to do, he didn't dare to raise his eyes, he didn't even dare to look at the beautiful Mei.Peter secretly added another point to him. An honest man would not mess with his aunt while he was away.

"The kitchen is free to use. There is a washroom in the room, and the water heater is in the kitchen." Mei saw his restraint, and simply gave up the greetings: "If cleaning and meals are needed, we will do it on a weekly basis..."

"No, no need!" Pound waved his hands again and again, and he picked up the 28-inch suitcase first: "It's good that I have a room."

May nodded: "Okay. Peter, help Pound move the luggage in."

"No, no need!" Pound uttered the loudest sound after entering the room. He might feel that his reaction was a bit harsh, and his face suddenly flushed: "I will do it myself."

Peter was speechless. He watched Pound move the suitcase in little by little, then turned around and closed the door gently.

"He's so weird." Peter scratched his head: "He doesn't seem to want to get in touch with us."

"An artist." Mei took the cup away: "It's a bit of a quirk." She laughed suddenly, bent down and whispered in Peter's ear, "But he paid a year's rent at once! You can buy a pair New sneakers!"

At night, Peter lay in bed.

"Actually, I don't need new sneakers." He sighed suddenly: "My aunt always recruits some strange guys for the rent."

"For example, the electronic drummer from last time." Karen's voice also sounded lingering: "He was so loud, my signal was interfered."

"And that hooligan from last time!" Peter clenched his fists, "How dare he treat my aunt...!"

"You've already taken revenge." Karen comforted, "Don't worry, I don't think Mr. Senior is this kind of person."

Peter lowered his fist: "I also think that he looks very timid. Karen, when I'm not around, you must help me keep an eye on the house. If that guy dares to make any strange moves, tell me as soon as possible."

"Okay." Karen agreed.

Peter looked up at the clock. It was already ten o'clock. He jumped out of bed, took off his T-shirt and pajama pants, and opened the window: "Let's go, Karen!"

He shot out spider silk and stuck to the opposite building. While jumping, a set of spider suits that dazzled even in the night sky was assembled on him, and he disappeared quickly without anyone noticing. In a window, a hand sewed the slightly opened curtains together.