[Comprehensive British and American] Hacker company in operation

Although unwilling, the red-haired man and Mohawk were taken into the police car.

This is Uptown, and the rules of Hell's Kitchen don't apply here.

The blond boy, like other onlookers, walked through the crowd, standing on tiptoe for a while before walking away from behind the reporters, before striding away with his bag on his back.

When Peter changed his clothes and rushed out of the alley, there was no trace of the other party.

——Peter Parker Aka Spider-Man, in order to stop the farce happening right in front of his eyes, he found a place nearby to change into a uniform, and transformed from an ordinary middle school student into a Spider-Man who can lift a pickup.

Then he watched helplessly as the person he had just rescued picked up the schoolbag.

If he hadn't gone in time, the coat and trousers would probably have been picked up too.

He tapped his forehead in frustration: "I should have stopped him..."

However, he was Spider-Man at the time, not the owner of the schoolbag. How could he have that position?

What's more... The boy's clothes are shabby, and from the condition of his skin and hair, he is probably an unattended vagrant. If it weren't for the homework due the next day and his half-written thesis in his schoolbag, Peter might not Will go to each other.

He struggled in his heart for a while, then turned his head, pinched his nose and started digging through the trash can.

"...Maybe he lost all the books in the bag and only took the bag? After all, those books are worthless."

But he didn't find anything. The mobile phone in his pocket rang several times, and it was his classmates who were looking for him.

"Go and meet them, or rather, go and find the boy?"

The big boy hesitated for a moment. With his excellent dynamic vision, he could see the trembling hands pressed under the schoolbag, the panic hidden in the numb eyes, and the state of obviously needing help.

[I have something to do, I will take a taxi back first, you can go back by yourself. ]

He ended up sending this message.

Maybe, that homeless man needs help... Something might have happened to him, Peter suspected that he was being coerced by someone!

……

Rosie switched from [Manual Exploration] mode to [Automatic Exploration], and entered a series of commands for No. [-] to complete.

The degree of completion of automatic exploration is related to the employee's ability, skill, and personality. There are no orders that are too dangerous, and it can barely be completed with a No. [-] personality.

After inputting, she cut out the control interface, stared at the [main task] on the main interface for a long while, and then pushed the computer aside.

[Main task: Rebuild Aoqia Group]

【①Repair damaged database】

【②Confirm Ocha's threat status in front of the whole world】

【③ Become the richest person in the world】

[Task Reward: A Wish]

【Current stage: Stage [-]】

【Repair database 1%】

[As a villain group, please occupy a territory by illegal means]

The main task is located in the middle of the interface alone, and you can see it as soon as you turn on the screen.

The moment Rosie saw the reward, she knew exactly what she wanted to wish for.

She wants to go home.

The world in which superheroes exist is fine, with sparkling personalities, touching emotions, characters adored on the screen come to life...but what does that have to do with her?

"I don't even know who's under the Spider-Man hood...I've only seen one super-English movie," she lay on her back on the bed, and most of the movie she watched a few years ago had long been forgotten, "I Must go back."

Rosie has only watched one "Avengers 4"!

This movie is too out of the circle, and she was a companion who was dragged to the theater to watch the movie. After watching it, she only remembered the name of Iron Man and snapped her fingers, as well as "Aliens have invaded the earth again" and "Americans are living in dire straits." and "Quantum Mechanics Is Really Ridiculous".

She murmured and repeated: "...I must go home."

Go back to the place where the room is not cramped, there is no smell of cosmetics, the stomach will not growl, the door will not be broken into by strangers, back to the place where you will be nagged by your mother, and you can have dinner with friends at any time... Because that's what she can't enjoy now, it's a sense of security, it's a backing and an anchor.

The tense spirit eased with the situation, and Rosie picked up the cold hot dog bun, which she asked No. [-] to leave at the door.

The body supplemented with sugar and carbohydrates sent out a signal of exhaustion. She moved the dressing table to block the door, leaned against the head of the bed, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

This sleep only lasted three hours.

It was almost dusk, and the open window let in deep orange light. The sun slowly sank on the other side of the sky, and the other side of the sky was smudged blue, with several distant planetesimals inlaid.

When Rosie opened her eyes, she first saw her blond hair hanging beside the pillow. The hair blended with the sunlight, as if scattered with gold. She was in a daze for a long time before recalling her situation.

She patted her face lightly.

Wake up, get up and work.

Open the employee exploration interface, the scenery outside the room comes into view, and the dusk gradually deepens.

No. [-] did not follow the order to look for Rosie, but sat in a convenience store two streets away, and across the road was a bar. He seemed to be in a daze, but a bubble popped out of his head.

[It seems that someone is following me. 】

[Just behind me. 】

Rosie pans the camera slightly.

Behind No. [-], a black-haired boy seemed to be picking items in front of the shelves. He touched the bottles and cans a little frizzily, and turned away as if inadvertently. His eyes did indeed glance over No. [-] secretly.

Over his head is the name "Peter Parker," the student who was nearly run over by a pickup truck.

Rosie controlled No. [-] to open her schoolbag, and the other party's books were still in the bag. She was speechless:

Why do people follow you, do you really not count?

She could almost imagine how this student who lost contact with her friends inexplicably found the homeless No. [-] carrying the bag, and how she noticed that the bag seemed to belong to her, but she was embarrassed to go up to ask directly, so she could only grind I followed the other party slowly... Now that I think about it, the other party's bag was thrown in the trash can. It is very likely that he met criminals who robbed him in the street. After robbing the money, he was robbed of the bag.

It was found that there was nothing in the bag and it was thrown away, and the boy was unable to meet his friends because of this.

The reason was self-explanatory, and Rosie noticed that Peter was dawdling, only occasionally sneaking a sneak peek at Number One, because Number One had never turned his head, and of course Peter didn't know that there were still eyes looking at him.

Rosie sighed, the bag couldn't be returned to him, it contained the things she asked No. [-] to buy, but the notes and books must be useful for students, she asked No. [-] to put twenty dollars into the book, got up Handed the book directly to the boy.

The boy froze for a moment, obviously he didn't expect that he had been discovered long ago.

No. [-] directly forced it into the opponent's hand, and then pushed open the door of the convenience store.

He was here precisely to spy on the bar across the street.

——The bar is called "The Axe Bar", which is a meeting place for the Irish mafia and is also the apparent property of the mafia boss, George Wilming.

The system has recorded the license plate numbers of all the people entering and leaving the bar, as well as everyone's face... Not only that, every message, every license plate, every face and every conversation has been recorded by the game system from Rosie's time travel to the present However, it is far from reaching 1% of the task requirements of [Phase 1], which may be [-]% of the world's information.

And now, more importantly, Eddie Weir, George's son, appeared on the screen. He was tall and thin, with short black hair and fierce eyes. He was one of the two Rosie met when she first traveled.

Behind him was a blond man with slightly long hair tied into a pigtail and a long camel-colored windbreaker. He was suspected to be the other "driver", Wood Wiggrent.

They walked away one after the other, and number one was about to follow, but was grabbed by the arm.

Then, a twenty-dollar bill was stuffed into his pocket, and Peter grabbed his hand: "I don't think you're a bad guy, and you need the twenty dollars more than I do."

Number one was carrying the other party's schoolbag and froze in place.

Peter lowered his voice, as if to avoid someone: "Do you need help?"

Rosie also froze in front of the screen.

[Voiceprint of Peter Parker has been collected]

[Voiceprint, pitch, speech rate, and language habits are matching...]

【Matching succeeded】

[Spider-Man's true identity: Peter Parker]

【Database Repair 0.455%】

【Repair database up to 0.46%】

【Spider-Man profile updated】

Rosie silently overturned the guess she had just made.

The information of so many people only accounts for 0.005% of the database, and the real identity of Spider-Man alone accounts for 0.455%?

Rosie felt as if she had grasped something, but before she could think about it, she realized that the two of them were about to lose sight.

But before he took a few steps, Peter also followed. Rosie originally wanted to remind him, "The law and order in Hell's Kitchen is not good, you'd better go home early", but thinking that this is Spider-Man who can lift a car, and Shut up.

"It's getting late." Seeing that he didn't respond, Peter said, "The law and order in Hell's Kitchen is not good. You'd better go home early."

After he finished speaking, he left with winking eyes, as if he was just a kind-hearted person who was superfluous, and No. [-] frowned, and fumbled for the dollar bill in his pocket. With the help of the light, he saw clearly the hastily written words on the bill. telephone number.

No. [-] didn't respond, and followed the departing target with his head down.

Now it's his turn to follow the two original debt collectors. To Rosie's suspicion, the direction of the two is getting more and more deviated, and they even left the area controlled by the Irish Mafia and came to the pier ruled by the Russian Mafia. district.

Number One crouched behind the container, using two mirrors to observe their behavior.

The "IOU" that is unknown is still an unexploded bomb. Although the police's involvement will make the Irish people chaotic for a while, it may not cure the root cause. For her own safety, she must cut off the root of the matter.

The mirror trembled.

[Someone shot...Wood shot Eddie! 】

【I should put the mirror away, I might be found out. 】

Although No. [-]'s idea was cowardly this time, it was correct, Rosie agreed to his request, and the blond boy hid himself more concealed by the cover of the rain cloth.

After a long while, following the sound of footsteps going away, No. [-] waited for another half an hour, and went down to check the crime scene at Rosie's request.

"Killed the son of my own boss on the Russian territory...Wood wants to provoke a war between the two gangs?" Rosie frowned and thought about it when No. [-] rummaged, "He is not loyal to his organization, he wants to What are you doing?"

Following the smell of blood, Number One found Eddie Weir's body.

The once arrogant man now has his eyes wide open, lying on the side of the pier covered with rags, his body will be found by others in the morning, and Rosie thinks that she might be able to take the opportunity to do something.

Number one's hand touched blood——

[Eddie Weir's blood has been collected]

[Iris of Eddie Weir collected]

Rosie raised an eyebrow.

Number One touched the corpse's hands.

[Fingerprints of Eddie Weir have been collected]

[Iris, fingerprints, blood, looks, voiceprint all collected]

[Confirmation of Eddie Weir's death]

[Pinch face "Eddie Weir" can be imported]

The blond boy squatting in front of the container was silent for a while, carried the corpse on his back, and walked to the pier step by step. Then, he cut off the dead face of the corpse, and pushed the corpse into the sea.