[Comprehensive] Little Spider's troubles about flat chest

Deadpool and I finally found the killer of Mr. Sandwich.

That's right, it wasn't Deadpool who killed him.

The opponent is a monkey called Killer Monkey, who specializes in killing bastards who bear blood debts.

In fact, he came to New York with Deadpool—after all, Deadpool had a lot of blood debts before.

After we caught the killer monkey together, Deadpool went to the detention center.

The police felt that Deadpool was more threatening and decided to lock him up for a while.

It made me think for the first time that they were quite sensible.

That time when I carried him back and used a spider web to shuttle between buildings, he actually yelled "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Look at me.

However.

Thinking that Deadpool did not kill Mr. Sandwich, but also helped him catch the murderer-although he still frightened many passers-by with knives and knives on the street.

But I couldn't help but hesitate.

He can't die, and he has more combat experience than me.

Although he has killed people in the past, and many superheroes hate him, but to be honest, these things have passed, I feel that he really wants to change, this time he has restrained a lot under my nose, at least not who hurt.

Deadpool has been clamoring in front of her to learn how to be a superhero from me, to make everyone think he is a good person-although I think his purpose is not pure, after all, this is never defined by "others".

However, I think... I can indeed supervise him to a certain extent, otherwise I don't know what he will do if the lunatic Deadpool is detained in the police station for a long time.

And I don't know why recently, as opposed to superheroes, supervillains with special abilities have gradually emerged.

A gang leader with no special powers like Jin Bin gives me a lot of headaches, not to mention a lunatic called the Green Goblin who is always doing everything possible to target me recently!

I really don't know how I attracted their attention because I just want to be a good neighbor and help others?

But I can't back down, I have a responsibility to protect my New York, and one more superhero can help more people.

With this in mind, I sneaked into the detention center where Deadpool was locked up late at night while Aunt Mei was asleep, and punched a big hole in the wall.

"Little spider? Why did you come here? Did you come to visit the prison? But why did you smash such a big hole in the wall? Oh, it's not good!" His big red head came closer to me and asked one after another.

"You leave here for a while, after the limelight, maybe you can come to New York to find me again." A bit guilty, but still serious.

The next second, as if he had realized what I meant, Deadpool widened his eyes in surprise, then pointed his finger at his big face, "Hey hey—— dear bug, you are here to save me ?"

I frowned and didn't speak.

In the next second, Deadpool stretched out his hands and rushed towards me, "My God! I really love you so much! I've decided! From today onwards, we're extraordinary friends!"

I hurriedly turned around to hide, after all, I still remembered that I was actually doing "bad things", and whispered, "Who is Chaofan's good friend with you!?"

"You!" He looked at me and nodded vigorously, "Although your figure doesn't look like Andrew Garfield at all, and I don't know which parallel world spider you are, but you are cool and domineering. The dragging deadpool and the weak and kind little spider complement each other so well, so they should be super friends~"

I clutched my head, my heart was broken.

Why is he saying something I don't understand at all?

But I decided not to put up with him, "If you keep yelling so loudly that the prison guards will be here soon, then you can't even think about leaving!"

"Oh——!" Deadpool dragged out his voice—I have to say that his voice was actually pretty nice, "You still care about me so much, I'm really... so touched!"

I couldn't take it anymore, and then I lifted my leg and kicked him hard through the hole I punched earlier.

Deadpool lay on the ground in a large font, supported his waist and wailed, "My pelvis..."

Looking at Deadpool's appearance, I felt a little guilty, thinking that although he has a strong self-healing ability, it doesn't mean that he won't be in pain, nor is it my reason to treat him like this.

"Are you alright?" I asked apologetically after knowing my mistake.

Deadpool opened his mouth and was about to speak when a lot of footsteps sounded, and I heard someone whispering in the distance, "Deadpool escaped from prison! Ask for help!"

And Deadpool obviously heard it too, his ears moved, and Deadpool, who was lying on the ground a second ago, immediately jumped up, and then stretched out a hand to the wall behind me and moved over—emmm this Is it against me?

"Let's go first, I'll come back to you later! Bye~ my dear little bug!" After saying that, Deadpool made a heartfelt gesture to me with both hands, and then bounced away from here.

Just when I breathed a sigh of relief, several shots rang out, "Oh Shit! Brother's strong calf!"

Deadpool's voice came from not far away, and then the sound of the car's engine passed me towards Deadpool's departure.

Adhering to the wall, I breathed a sigh of relief, and when I was about to leave sneakily, my spider sensor suddenly beeped in my head like a siren. At the same time, a figure appeared from the air. Suddenly rushed out and stopped me.

The other party was wearing an ugly green armor standing on an aircraft, hunched over, and sneered in an ugly voice, "I never thought that Spider-Man would do such a bad thing!"

It's the Green Goblin!

I immediately launched the spider silk and ran to the suburbs quickly.The Green Goblin was obviously a little dissatisfied, and fired a few pumpkin bombs at me. I took the bombs and immediately threw them into the sky vigorously. Although no one was hurt, the bombs in the middle of the night were still Startled many people.

Realizing that I didn't want the bomb/bomb to hurt anyone else, the Goblin started throwing it indiscriminately.

Going on like this is not an option. I deployed the gliding device to use the inertia to come to him, and shot him a spider thread. He dodged it flexibly a few times, but I still glued a thread to his aircraft.

The aircraft flew higher and higher and began to shake violently trying to throw me off.

I started swinging on a swing, then hopped onto the flying machine and punched him hard.

But he didn't show weakness, the Green Goblin's strength was comparable to mine, he punched me back, and I couldn't dodge because I was standing on the swaying aircraft, the severe pain in my abdomen made my body slow down down.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA—" he laughed maniacally, "looks like I can kill you today and become a crime boss in New York."

The Green Goblin, an old fool, has gotten so carried away that no one is flying a flying machine anymore.

I turned around, kicked off one of the small engines above, and the craft began a rapid downward spiral.

Then I used the spider web to follow where he was about to fall.

But what I didn't expect was that the aircraft quickly regained its balance and wobbled towards another direction.

I can't keep up with his speed.

"Damn it!" I hammered the wall angrily, "let him go again!"

Harry Osborne came to the door of the room where his father was.

He has been in there since the meal and never came out again.

"Father?" Harry knocked on the door.

No one answered.

Harry is afraid of his father, but deep down, he longs for his father's love all the time.

He once thought that he was not doing well enough, so he started to study hard when he was still young, and demanded himself with the highest standards.

But his father still never looked him in the eye, and even sent him to boarding school when he was just in his early teens.

And as Harry grew up, his father actually took him back.

The moment he knew it, his heart was full of joy.

He felt that his father must still be thinking about him and caring about him.

But the truth...

Harry's eyes darkened, and he knew his father must be hiding something terrible from him.

Every few days the door to my father's room would be closed, to disguise the fact that... there was no one there.

But he didn't want to return without success.

He knocked on the door again, "Father? I'm going to come in if you don't answer!"

Just as he stretched out his hand and was about to unscrew the doorknob, the door suddenly opened.

Harry felt himself being pushed hard, against the wall behind him.

There was a sharp pain in his back, and he felt that he could barely open his eyes.

The sound of footsteps approached from far to near, and a figure approached him, then squeezed his chin tightly, and said word by word, "You can try again to talk about what will happen when you enter this room."

His voice was not only emotionless, it didn't sound like he was talking to his son.

It's like facing an enemy.

"I regret taking you back."

After speaking, he let go of his hand, allowing Harry to fall on the cold floor, and left here without hesitation.

Harry opened his eyes with difficulty, and silently curled himself up tightly into a ball.

There were a few indistinct weeping sounds, but soon, the sound disappeared immediately. He clenched his fist tightly, and his nails were deeply embedded in the flesh.

He is Harry Osborn.

And my father said that tears... are the most useless thing for Osborne.