Marvel turns into Iron Man

"It's that kid molesting girls in public. It's disgusting."

"More than that, I heard that they smeared glue on their hands and grabbed the girl's hair and didn't let go, so the girl had to cut off her hair."

"He was the one at the school gate when the school started before, so what happened?"

"His dad is a New York cop, use the bullhorn in the police car to tell him to say - Dad, I love you."

"It's okay for your memory to degenerate, so you can get high marks just like that?"

"Whether I can get a high score has nothing to do with my memory, I just don't take it to heart."

"He's such a weird guy—"

"Don't mention it, do you know that he got into the school by lottery? He's just a lucky kid."

The whispers in the corridor naturally couldn't escape Miles' ears. After all, he was not deaf, and those students who discussed him or laughed at him didn't take him seriously, and just talked about him just now in front of his face. What I did was just to lower my voice a little bit, and I still saved him some face.

However, when these voices talking about him fell into his ears, Miles still felt an unbearable pressure, and those voices continued to reach his mind, the more he thought about those voices The bigger he got, the more he fell into a strange circle.

Miles wanted to escape from this place, but before he could take a few steps, he was blocked by a person.

"Hey Morales, I know you sneaked out last night!"

Blocking his way was a tall and strong adult man wearing a school security uniform. He was a campus security guard who managed the order and safety of students. There were quite a few security guards like him, but the one who stood in front of Miles This is their leader, the security officer.

I'm afraid, the fact that Miles sneaked out of school to find Uncle Allen last night has been exposed, otherwise this person would not have been found.

The thick and deep voice was like a thunderbolt, completely suppressing the discussions of those classmates in Myers' mind. Myers looked at him blankly, and two words suddenly popped up in his mind - play dumb.

Play stupid?

Miles was a little confused.

Play dumb, or you won't escape this level!

"Who's Morales—"

But don't be too stupid! ! !

It was only then that Miles noticed what he had said. Maybe he wanted to escape this level by pretending to be stupid, but he acted like a mentally retarded person. He looked at the face of the security director in front of him. With a grim expression on his face, he realized that it might be time for him to take action.

What is faster than his brain is his body—while he was still thinking about how to break the situation, his body had rushed out like an arrow from the string, completely ignoring other people's opinions, and What a troublesome situation you are in.

The head of security had an angry expression on his face. Since the school started, this was the first time he had encountered such a thorny student who dared to challenge his status.

Miles ran without looking back, rampaging in the corridors of the school. He could feel someone chasing after him, but he didn't dare to turn around, so he could only try his best to get rid of him as soon as possible.

But fortunately, perhaps because of the young man's better physical fitness, he managed to get rid of the chasing security director by relying on various corners in the school building, but this was only temporary, if he didn't Find a suitable place to hide, I'm afraid you will be caught soon.

If he was caught, he had no idea what the head of security would do, notify his female class teacher, notify his parents, or something else.

Obviously, Miles had no room to think about these things at all. He ran in the corridor, tried to push open a door when he saw it, but repeatedly bumped into the wall, until he successfully opened an office door, hid in, leaned against The door panel gasped.

"Okay, okay, it's okay, he can't find mine, probably can't... oh shit."

Miles was panting heavily, but his eyes were looking at the office. When he saw the desk, he even slowed down his breathing for half a beat. There was a photo fixed in a photo frame, and it was the chasing man in it. Looking at his security director, there are two other big guys he doesn't know.

Damn it, I ran into his office in such a panic, isn't this a self-inflicted trap? !

Outside the door, the head of security walked in the corridor with an angry face. The students around him sent them to help, pointing to the direction of the office where Miles hid. In the office, Miles heard footsteps coming from the corridor. Sound, my heart is half cold.

"Morales, what are you doing in my office?!"

Miles just wanted to run, but before he could take half a step, he found that his hand was stuck to the door of the office, and he stretched him directly. What happened to Gwen's hair just now seemed to happen again, and it was At such a critical moment, the expression on Myers' face instantly became ugly.

At the critical moment, he couldn't calm down at all, thinking about what happened to his hand and why it kept sticking to things, so he could only turn around and try to pull his hand off the door panel.

This time it wasn't as bad as Gwen's hair, he managed to pull down his arm, and covered himself in the clothes and jacket that came off, his hands stuck again, this time on It was difficult for him to put his clothes back on, or to take them off completely.

While he was struggling, he scurried around like a headless chicken, tripped over a chair, fell over the desk, and even threw a shoe off his foot.

Maybe he touched the laptop on the table inadvertently, and an electronic Christmas card appeared on the computer screen, and a cheerful Christmas song was released.

The security director outside the door naturally heard the cheerful song that suddenly came out of his computer, and the expression on his face instantly calmed down. It was an adapted Christmas song, but then, he suddenly realized that it is not time to appreciate the song At that time, the most important thing was the kid who made trouble in his office.

"Open the door, Morales, open the door!"

When Miles broke free from the shackles of his clothes, he was surprised to find that he was hanging upside down on the ceiling of the office. He didn't know how he got up, but his feet were already glued to the ceiling, and he didn't mean to separate at all. .

Although his feet didn't mean to let go, the painted walls on the ceiling couldn't hold on any longer. This is an old house, and the ceiling was scraped and painted with waterproof putty. Naturally, it couldn't stand Miles. The whole body was ravaged and shattered one after another, causing Miles to fall down.

However, he didn't fall on the floor, but on the chair in the office. The pulleys of the office chair were suddenly impacted by force, so he couldn't guarantee to stay in place. He slid towards the window with Miles, and then hit By the somewhat low window.

Before Miles could breathe a sigh of relief, he was suddenly overturned by inertia, fell backwards, and stood vertically on the outer wall of the building. If it weren't for the weird strength in his feet Let him stick to the wall of the building, I'm afraid he fell down long ago.

He looked vertically at the sky, not daring to look back, gravity was still pulling him down, the only thing he could rely on was the weird sticky force on his feet, but that force was getting lighter and weaker, making him feel like Feeling loose, in desperation, I can only lower my body, try to go out, and see if I can stick to other places.

He was right, he seemed to be able to walk on the outer wall of the building, but just as he turned the corner, he ran into a group of pigeons head-on.

The pigeons frantically pounced on the strange guy who broke into the route of the pigeons. Miles opened his hands, trying to protect his face, and after the pigeons ravaged him, he was surprised to find that his hands were glued to two more Unlucky pigeon.

Those two pigeons have never seen such a scene, struggling to fly, trying to get out of Miles' hands, Miles was dragged forward by the two pigeons, and then kept bumping into the wall, smashing the school There was a bang bang on the glass windows.