The end game [Zhongyingmei]

The hot soup was tumbling in the pot, and the aroma quickly traveled along the wind for a long distance, and drifted straight to Peter and the others.

Peter: ...

Ned: ...

I don't know whose stomach growled first.

Gabriel's hand that drank the soup suddenly stopped, and his ear, which was hidden between the strands of hair, moved slightly.

Archangel had the worst luck in boxing games, and was the last one to get the kettle. Sisley had already lay back in the tent and took a nap. Abaddon and Ken were roasting beef around the charcoal fire. looked at him.

"They." Facing two concerned gazes, Gabriel said dryly, "It seems that they are very hungry."

"Peter and his friends?" Abaddon asked. "We can send them some food."

Ken was the first to get to his feet, looking for clean utensils to use in the picnic basket, clear water bottles for hot soup, and paper bags for turkey sandwiches.

——Is this all right?

Holding these two things, he lightly touched Gabriel's finger.

"enough."

said Gabriel, standing up after him.

"Shall we go together?"

Abaddon glanced at the tent and asked, "You, me, Ken, Sisley, Yogel."

"Great."

Sisley's voice muffled from the tent.

"Forbidden."

Mephisto gags her mercilessly.

Five minutes later, Peter and Ned's picnic spot received a second visit.

He was still grilling chicken meatballs the way Abaddon said, but the rustling of the grass was getting closer, it was the sound of soothing, soft footsteps.

Peter looked up, just in time to see Sisley and her friends walking towards this side along the gentle slope.

The sunlight illuminated her icy blue eyes like sparkling lakes, and also illuminated the handsome men and women around her like God's private collection.

"Wow." Peter heard Ned utter a meaningless syllable.

----Wow.

He also said in his heart.

"Hi!" she said with a smile, "Meet you again!"

Peter couldn't help smiling along with her. He ran out of the range of the picnic blanket to meet Sisley, and graciously took the slightly heavy paper bag in her hand.

"I'll get this."

"This is for you."

Peter's voice overlapped with Sisley's, the two looked at each other, and couldn't help laughing again.

Perhaps it was because she was about the same age as her, but Peter always felt that there was no sense of estrangement between him and Sisley, and they were very close when they met for the first time.

The only daughter of Bruce Wayne... No matter where this identity is obtained, it will explode in traffic and public opinion.

Peter had a very mysterious feeling: Sisley was looking at him as a friend.

"Wait, these...are all for us?"

Inviting them to sit down on the picnic blanket first, and opening the paper bag, Peter took out four turkey sandwiches in surprise, and then looked at the oily roast beef and the full bottle of vegetable soup.

"Wow, that's too much!"

"Of course."

Sisley sat down on his picnic blanket, and said quite naturally, "There are a little more people on our side, so we brought a lot of food that we probably couldn't finish."

Little Spider: Favorability 50!

"Thank you!"

said Peter with bright eyes, and Ned came over to thank her and introduce himself to her.

"You're welcome." Sisley said softly, "Nice to meet you, my friends actually want to know you too."

She pointed to Ken and Gabriel behind her, but Yogel just smiled in the corner, with no intention of coming over.

"Oh... nice to meet you!"

While the little spider took the soup he had been coveting for a long time to the fire to heat it, he jumped back nimbly and shook hands with everyone.

Although Ken and Ugel were silent throughout the whole process, Gabriel said a few more words and successfully established the foundation of friendship with Peter; after 15 minutes, the little spider now knew the names of each of Sisley's friends—— Remember their faces, because each Sisley is truly an unforgettable beauty.

"They're all right," Ned whispered in his ear.

Peter also "hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" to think of those guys in Midtown High School whose nostrils turned up when they were slightly popular, and he became more and more fond of Sisley and her friends by [-] points.

——Except for Sisley herself, the rest of Sisleys are very thoughtful and pretend they didn’t hear it.

Soon, Peter's chicken meatballs were also baked.

The charcoal fire was sizzled by the fat, and the aroma of the chicken began to spread quietly.

"Let's have a bunch!" The little spider warmly entertained, and Sisleys naturally had no reason why they shouldn't.

Ned also dug out a few cans of Fat House Happy Water, and each of the two Sisleys drank a can, entertaining everyone to their heart's content.

"I was going to deliver something, but I didn't expect to come back with more food."

Gabriel touched his stomach and sighed plainly.

“The chicken meatballs are quite delicious.”

Sisley slumped in the tent, looking at the bamboo sticks with unsatisfied interest.

"If you like, I can do a lot more for you." Abaddon lazily replied from the side, the black-haired young man curled up on the deck chair, enjoying a rare sunbath.

Before Sisley could answer, her phone vibrated silently.

"Whose phone number?" Abaddon opened his eyes alertly and asked her in a low voice.

"It belongs to Dad."

Sisley looked at the call interface and gave him an unexpected answer.

"………dad?"

She picked it up and asked rather blankly.

"Where are you in Central Park?"

As soon as the phone was connected, Sisley heard the rare and urgent voice of the old father.

Sisley: Huh———

"I'm next to the big lake in Central Park," she asked with a guilty conscience despite not doing anything, "what's the matter?"

"Get out of there."

Bruce's breathing was heavy for a moment, and when he spoke again, his voice trembled imperceptibly for a moment.

"immediately."

He said.

At the same time, Peter's cell phone rang crazily.

"kid, are you in Central Park?"

As soon as the phone was connected, the magnetic male voice slammed over his head and face, smashing the little spider until his eyes stared at him.Tony Stark's tone was no longer as contemptuous as before, and Peter could clearly feel his anxiety.

Iron Man's voice was deep, as if a storm was about to come.

Startled, Peter instinctively answered his question first.

"Yes, Mr. Stark, I'm next to the big lake in Central Park, how—"

"Get out of there immediately!" Iron Man interrupted him suddenly, "Now, right now. Aliens have appeared there, and we will come over soon!"

alien.Super hero.The Avengers.

Peter jumped up from the picnic blanket, took his schoolbag in his hand, and hurried to find a place where no one would see to change it.He turned his head and saw his friend next to him with a frightened expression on his face.

"I'll take you out first!" Little Spider said decisively, "You can't stay here, you heard what Mr. Stark said."

"I know!" Ned quickly came back to his senses after being shaken by his shoulders, "but what will they do?"

"What they—" Peter turned his head in the direction of his finger, and saw the cluster of bright lights on the other side of the lake.

"My God."

The little spider swallowed hard.

"You're right, Sisley is still there."

Abaddon was already tearing down the tent when his old father called.

He carried Sisley out of the tent and brought her to the fire source, and then pulled out the steel supports one by one, removed everything, arranged them as they were before, and put them in the lunch basket.

Ken only slowed him by a beat, and then came over to help.The charcoal fire was extinguished in a second, the kettle was tightened, and the lunch blanket was rolled up. Sisley could be used as a mascot throughout the whole process, moving up and down, moving back and forth.

Within three minutes, the lawn was empty except for the lunch basket, and Gabriel had an extra deck chair on his shoulder and a tent bag slung over his back.

The archangel stood up a little sluggishly, accepting the sudden extra weight unexpectedly well.

"Are you alright?" Abaddon, who had hung up the couch for him, asked in a low voice.

"fine."

Gabriel blinked, his expression was very calm, and he shook his head.

Nothing could be heavier than the seraph wings of an archangel, nothing.

A few Sisleys were coordinating with each other, but Sisley was a little unable to react in time, moved a few times in vain, gave up struggling, and became a small salted fish that was moved around with peace of mind.

[Your monocle. 】

The system suddenly went online to remind her.

According to the words, Sisley turned on the light screen, and Sisley cut out the three-star prop "classical monocle" that was prepared for Abaddon at first, but was never used once, and took a tentative look at the distance.

This glance completely took away Sisley's drowsiness.

She stared blankly at the strangely shaped creature on the top of the tree, and couldn't help retching.

"what is that---"

[Silicon-based organisms. 】

The system scanned for a while, and answered her with a rather disgusting dilly dilly.

[Player Sisley, these are aliens. 】

The past few weeks have been so comfortable that Sisley almost forgot the meaning of her first waistcoat that she wanted to keep Eve in the first place.

—————She wants to help the Avengers fight off the aliens who are coming to Earth in the near future, at least give them a space to breathe when the whole world doubts them.

And now, not long after that time.

"You saved Eve's suit, right?"

Sisley quietly asked the system.

[Yes,] the system replied to her, [It is available for you at any time. 】

When Peter took Ned all the way from one side of the lake to the other, Abaddon and Sisley had disappeared with all the picnic supplies.

"It's not safe here. Has Sisley received a call from Mr. Stark? Where is she? Sisley——"

The little spider's question blurted out.

"She has been sent away by Abaddon, don't worry, she is safe."

Gabriel, who was sitting on the grass, replied, reaching out and pushing the frame of the mirror.

"Then why don't you—"

——Escape?

Under the rather terrified eyes of the little spider, Ken took out his kitchen knife from his overalls pocket and his mask from his breast pocket.

He put the mask on unhurriedly, the old white color swallowed the handsome facial features of the blond man, moist blue-gray eyes, and a clear jawline, leaving only old bloodstains and empty eye sockets.

The scene suddenly became a horror movie.

Peter: ...

The little spider couldn't believe his eyes.

The little spider took a step back quietly.

The little spider subconsciously covered the uniform in the backpack.

Ken: :)