Marvel turns into Iron Man

Tightening the tie of his suit and school uniform, and taking out his mobile phone, Miles looked at his somewhat messy room and sighed.

Putting the stuffed shoulder bag on his right shoulder, holding the locked suitcase with his left hand, he opened the door of his bedroom.

"Myles, if you want me to drive you there, I think we'd better get going now—"

The tall and thick police officer Davis reached out to grab his son's suitcase, patted him on the shoulder and said.

"Sorry, Dad, I still prefer to walk there by myself, after all, the school is not too far from home."

Miles reached out to pick up a dark brown leather notebook placed on the back of the sofa, but shook his head towards his father.

He looked at the neatly ironed police uniform on Officer Davis, and at the green nurse's uniform on Mrs. Morales.

His father is a policeman, and his mother is a nurse at a community emergency center.

The composition of the family is really complicated. There is a policeman, a doctor, the security department and the medical department.

"Okay okay, I love you too, bye Mom, I'll be back on Friday—"

At the door, after enjoying the kiss from his mother for a few seconds, Miles dragged his luggage and set off on the road alone.

It was the first time he left home to go to boarding school, and he didn't look nervous, so proud of him.

Looking at the back of her son going away, Mrs. Morales waved her hand lightly, with a knowing smile on her face.

"Yo, good morning, how's it going, bro?"

"Good morning, just passing by, how are you doing recently—"

Miles' home is near Brooklyn Middle School, which also has its own high school.

Originally, if I hadn't drawn the quota of the vision, I would have continued to study in Brooklyn Middle School.

This also directly led to the fact that on the way to school, he must pass through his alma mater to get to Vision Middle School.

There are students from Brooklyn Middle School on the road, and there are also many old classmates who will say hello to Miles when they see him.

But more, they are still talking about this lucky boy who can enter the high school of Vision for free.

On the way to the new school, Miles was in a happy mood, and the specific performance was probably the happy appearance of bouncing around.

Accompanied by the sound of music coming from the earphones, he pushed his luggage and pasted the painted notes on the road as he walked.

But when he tried to put the sticker on the street sign at the intersection - he succeeded, but also failed.

The sticker was indeed left on the road sign, but when he landed, he accidentally stepped on his AJ's shoelace.

Losing his balance eventually caused him to fall at the intersection and fall into the mud.

If the car coming from a distance hadn't stopped in time, it might have run over him.

He struggled to get up from the road, and then saw the car parked beside him.

It was a black and white police car with the words NYPD written on it, and red and blue police lights flashing alternately.

But the most important thing was the cop in the police car—Jefferson Davis, his dad.

"Oh, no..."

Miles looked up at the sky helplessly, wondering why God let him meet his father here.

At home, he rejected his father's proposal to drive him to school, but here, he met him in this way.

Especially - before he fell, he just put a sticker on the street sign at the intersection.

A few seconds later, Miles Morales was sent to the back seat of a police car surrounded by barbed wire like a prisoner.

The police car did not know how many troublemakers had been delivered, and Miles could smell a sour smell mixed with alcohol from the sofa.

Maybe the person who was locked up here before him was a little gangster who got drunk and made trouble, and then vomited a car in the police car.

"To be honest, Dad, I can go to school by myself... It's really inappropriate to use the bus for private use."

He leaned helplessly on the back of the seat, with resentment written all over his face, as if he was somewhat dissatisfied with his father.

"It's okay on Saturday, little bastard, and tear off the things you posted while walking."

"That's not all I posted—I don't even know who posted those."

"Need I remind you of the two on the mailbox next door on Clinton Street?"

"Okay...that's exactly what I posted...."

Choked by his father, Miles lowered his head like a defeated rooster.

It can be seen that Officer Davis seems to have paid close attention to Miles, especially when he was on duty in his own jurisdiction.

Perhaps, Police Officer Davis had never tried to send his son in the police car escorting prisoners, the air in the car was a bit dull.

"Myles, look, there's a new cafe on the corner over there, have you seen it?"

After about 2 minutes passed, he saw a newly opened cafe on the side of the road and took the initiative to start a conversation.

"Of course I saw—"

Miles leaned on the back of the seat, looking at the screen of his mobile phone without looking up.

Seeing that his son didn't seem to be interested in chatting with him, Officer Davis frowned.

"So, I didn't see clearly just now, what's its name?"

"Foam party."

"Heh, Foam Party, what an interesting name, there are so many people queuing up, did you see that?"

"Of course I did, and I'm not blind, Dad."

After the short and embarrassing conversation, the air in the police car became cold again.

"The city has experienced several small earthquakes since the severe earthquake that occurred two weeks ago."

"Earthquake experts believe that it is only an aftershock after the earthquake, which is a normal phenomenon for the release of residual energy after the earthquake ends."

"According to the official spokesperson of the Justice League, a professional team has been dispatched to conduct further investigations."

On the side of the road, in the window of an electrical appliance store passing by, a huge TV was broadcasting the news this morning.

Officer Davis glanced and saw the red and blue figure appearing on the TV screen.

"Spider-Man...it's Spider-Man again, these superheroes know how to hang around every day."

"Our police jobs have been taken away by them. Last week, the branch fired several people."

"Damn it, don't these vigilantes have laws governing them."

Not everyone has a positive attitude toward those superheroes, especially those who have been robbed of their jobs.

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Next month, you know, I won't say much