[Zhongyingmei] I continue for 1 second for myself

"Why are you still standing? Are you not afraid of death?"

Janna took a small step, covered half of the ATM with her body and pulled out her own magnetic card, then raised her hands over her shoulders to help the magnetic card slide into her cuffs.

"You, stand with them!"

Janna was about to squat down when she was driven to the other side, where she was with other bank customers.

Even when she was pointed at by a gun, Janna did not panic. Her professional instincts allowed her to calmly observe the four bank robbers.

The leader has well-developed limbs and a big body, with a machine gun in his hand, pointing in the direction of the crowd where she is, threatening a female teller in a rough voice to put the money in a bag and hand it out from the counter, otherwise Just killed one of their customers.

The speed of the machine gun is 800-1000 m/s, and if it is slowed down by ten times, it will be 80-100 m/s under her perception.

To those who are close at hand, it seems that there is not much difference.

Janna once again felt that her ability was very weak.

Jana heard the woman on the right begging God in a low voice, but unfortunately her God not only failed to help her, but the robbers also hated her for making noise.

"Shut your mouth!" A pistol pointed directly at the woman.

However, instead of stopping reciting, she sped up her speech and increased her volume because of fear.

"To shut up!"

It should be normal for the villain to talk too much, but this one put his thumb on the safety of the pistol while talking.

The keen Janna pinched out the magnetic card on the cuff with two fingers, raised her arm and let go over the cuff with her fingers.

She recalled the training she had received as a policeman. It was not difficult for her to snatch the gun from the robber's hand in about ten seconds and then put it on his forehead.

If the machine gun is replaced by a pistol, she can't stop bullets, but she can stop people before the bullets are fired.

The magnetic card was detached from the finger——and at the same time Janna stood up straight and rushed towards the robber one step away, just when her outstretched hand was still a short distance away from the pistol | The thin white line shot from somewhere crossed the air parallel to her line of sight, and she hit the gun body one step ahead, "slapped" it stuck to it and scattered, and the invisible impact force|knocked the pistol into the air.Janna watched her target get further and further away from her hand...

Hand | At the same time as the sound of the gun hitting the wall and the crisp sound of the magnetic card falling, Janna stretched out her hand in a strange posture, just a little bit more can hit the gangster in front of her who has not yet reacted and raised her hand. A palm, a perfectly harmonious friendly exchange between the police and the robbers, or...a little bit of embarrassment.

All three guns were aimed at her.

"what did you do to me?!"

The gangster in front of him took a step back while speaking, and firmly held the hand holding the gun with his other hand, like a victim.

Janna looked at the pistol that was wrapped and stuck to the wall by a strange substance, and then at her open palm.

If she didn't see clearly what happened just now, she might suspect that she had learned Qigong.

It was obviously a great thing, but she felt extremely... wronged.

"I……"

Just as Janna opened her mouth, there were three more crashing sounds.Three new displays had been affixed to the bank walls, next to the pistol.

The thin thread on the gun body made Janna very familiar...

At the same time, applause came from behind her—the applause of the hostages who had just been taken hostage.

If you heard me right, there were people cheering for her.

Wait... What's wrong, she's not, she's not, don't take it for granted.

Janna, who denied the three consecutive times, was in a very delicate mood, as if she was stuffed with a pennant and praised with applause even though she had done nothing.

But now is not the time to be guilty. Compared with the applause of the crowd, these bank robbers are more sure of what she has done, and the burly man in the lead comes straight to her.

Janna was thinking about whether this precarious body could withstand her set of manipulations, a red and blue shadow had passed her, and kicked the man with two big elbow muscles to the wall, becoming the fifth display Taste.

"My God, it's Spider-Man!" A little boy couldn't help but shouted out.

Janna should have thought of that when she saw the special silk threads on the guns. The person who gave her the applause was the superhero whom she thanked three times in a row.

She also set up a huge flag, hoping that she would not thank him again. As a result, this crazy hero in Subway Amway directly saved her life this time.

"It's not good to attack a lovely lady." Spider-Man, wearing a red, blue and gold battle suit, uttered a rough and low magnetic voice with its own three-dimensional surround.

Janna thought for a while, and it seemed that this big boy from the same school used some special equipment to disguise his voice in case she would recognize his voice.

After Spider-Man kicked off their leader, the remaining three saw that something was wrong and tried to escape.

Two of them were directly wrapped around the waist by two balls of silvery white silk thread, and were pulled towards Spider-Man.

And Janna grabbed the shoulder of the man who had been startled by her just now, turned him to herself, and stretched out five fingers in his frightened expression.

"Actually, I wanted to tell you that I didn't do anything just now..." I didn't do it.

Halfway through her words, the robber fainted in fear directly in front of her.

Janna: "..." What a disgrace to the criminal world.

There was another round of applause behind him, for Spider-Man and...her.

So the guilty Janna ran away with shame.

Leaving aside what she didn't do, but in those few seconds—less than a second for a normal person—she was moving too fast.

"Miss?"

She heard the stereo surround sound calling her.

Excuse me, farewell!

Then Janna was caught up.

Not to mention chasing, as a poor girl who suffers from congenital heart disease and cannot exercise vigorously, Spider-Man can keep up with her by raising his legs.

"Thank you for saving me just now." Janna thanked him calmly, not knowing his purpose.

Spider-Man's high-tech tight suit, shining in the sun.That might be the difference in money compared to the crumpled Halloween costume she saw at the supermarket.

"I'm actually here to give you this, and you should have dropped it."

Spider-Man handed out a magnetic card, Janna's bank|bank|bank card.

It was only then that Janna remembered her bank|bank|card that she threw on the ground mercilessly.

"Thank you." She thanked again.

"No thanks ma'am, that's what a superhero does."

He twisted a little when he said it in Peter's boastful tone of the night, but in the muffled transfiguration.

If it wasn't for the mask, he might still be blinking at her through the fabric—I've already said that Spider-Man is the coolest and most handsome!

"By the way, I'll keep it secret for you ma'am." Spider-Man suddenly remembered something.

Janna thought for a few seconds, realizing that Peter would have been there by the time she got up.

Just as I was about to say something, I heard him say: "I will never tell anyone that you are a mutant."

???

Janna: "Huh?"

"Goodbye ma'am!"

"Wait, I'm not..."

However, Spider-Man Peter Parker, who was already immersed in the hero's rescue of the beauty and once again relieved himself, didn't pay attention to her words at all, and pulled himself back into the air with the spider silk, leaving Janna in place with a bewildered expression.

...Forget it, it's not a big problem.

Janna was still touched, and she might be even more moved if Peter turned off his surround sound.