Princess Disease

Aunt Mei was not at home, so the living room was a bit messy, with all kinds of large cardboard boxes piled up all over the floor, clothes thrown here and there, and it was hard to find a place to leave them.

"I'm sorry," Peter opened the door to Lucy, and said a little embarrassedly, "I'm packing up."

"It doesn't matter," Lucy said without changing her face, "my house is much messier than this."

Peter felt that Lucy might be comforting him, so he just nodded and didn't answer. He hugged the door and walked behind, letting Lucy walk in.

"Go to my room," said Peter, "it's better."

"Okay," Lucy asked, "do you have a computer?"

"Yes," Peter hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "It's just a little slow, I assembled it myself..."

"As long as it works."

Peter felt that Lucy looked different today than usual, but he couldn't say what was different, so he had to attribute it to the changeability of women.

In the small bedroom, Lucy sat awkwardly on the bed. She watched Peter turn on the buzzing old computer, pull out a receiver from his schoolbag and throw it on the table.

"Connect to the computer, load the map, and you can search for Bella's location at this time," Lucy said, "It's just a bit slow and there is a delay."

Under Lucy's command, Peter connected the receiver. While waiting for the map to be refreshed, he glanced at Lucy curiously: "That..."

"I know what you want to ask," Lucy interrupted Peter first: "Everyone has secrets, I don't ask you, and you don't ask me, okay?"

Peter made a gesture of surrender: "I don't want to ask your secret, I just want to know how do you think that is kidnapping?"

Lucy rolled her eyes: "Please, Bella is such a dog, you may not be able to be her bodyguard when you grow up, let alone those passers-by who can't be found in the crowd. "

Peter was ashamed.

"Just kidding, this is just one aspect," Lucy shrugged. "Bella hinted at me. She promised to find me this Saturday to attend a party that didn't exist, and..."

Lucy paused for a while, then gave Peter a sly smile: "Those two men have the wrong aura, they must have killed someone."

Peter didn't want to talk anymore, and Lucy wouldn't answer him properly at all. Nine out of ten sentences were false, and it didn't make much sense. Anyway, their purpose was to find Isabella's location and rescue her safely. Nothing else matters.

To be honest, after experiencing it personally, Peter is not really worried that Isabella is in danger. Now Isabella is a walking weapon. If someone really wants to hurt her, it is not necessarily who is unlucky. Woolen cloth.

But what bothered Peter a little was that Isabella could completely ignore those kidnappers—let alone two, it would be useless to have twenty more, but she was coerced by those people and left. He looked very concerned.

"Lucy," Peter frowned: "When you met Bella, was there anything unusual about her?"

Lucy didn't react: "What's abnormal?"

"What I mean is..." Peter organized his words: "Theoretically speaking, Bella won't be afraid of the gangsters who kidnapped her at the school gate, and she can completely knock down all those criminals by herself. But she didn't—what do you think is the reason for that?"

Lucy wondered how I knew what Bella thought!She didn't even have the slightest intention of resisting at that time.

"Is it possible that those people threatened her with something...or someone?" Lucy thought for a while, and said, "For example, Mr. Stark? I called Mr. Stark just now, but the person who answered the phone It's Jarvis."

Peter shook his head slowly: "Probably not, Mr. Stark is safe around."

Lucy spread her hands: "Then how was he kidnapped last time?"

"Uh... this is an unexpected situation," Peter coughed, "is there any other possibility? Let me say one thing, for example, those people threatened her with our high school classmates, saying that if she didn't follow along, she would be bombed." Lost school or something..."

Peter denied his point of view after speaking halfway: "Of course I just said it casually, this is unlikely."

Lucy stared at Peter blankly: "Why is it impossible?"

"Don't be funny," Peter opened his eyes slightly and looked at Lucy: "I..."

Peter and Lucy looked at each other for a moment, he covered his face and groaned: "Oh, no, don't do that."

"There are not many things that can threaten Isabella Stark." Lucy clenched her fists: "Just count the targets and pick the weakest among them."

In Isabella's social circle, who is the least able to protect themselves in the face of terrorist|threats?

The answer, of course, is the ordinary teachers and students of Midtown High School.

While Peter and Lucy were silent, the map on the computer was finally refreshed, and a red light spot was galloping along the road.

"I found it!" Peter cheered up, "Let me see... where are they going? Are they going out of the city?"

"Lucy, call Mr. Stark and tell him that we have found Bella's location," Peter stared at the screen without blinking: "There is no way to move the computer...you stay here, Keep in touch with me, I'll go."

"Are you going?" Lucy frowned: "What are you going to do? Haven't you already called the police?"

But I am not at ease!Peter turned his head to look at Lucy, with a clear meaning in his eyes.

"Peter," Lucy took a deep breath: "There are at least three people on the other side, adult males with extraordinary skills, they may be professional killers, and you are just a student. Leave it to the police and Mr. Stark, okay Is it? I didn't come to you to let you take risks, do what we can."

"That's all I can do!" Peter was very stubborn: "Trust me!"

"What do you want me to trust you with?" Lucy said helplessly, "Don't be like that, Peter."

Peter stared at the blinking red dot on the computer and fell into silence. Seeing that he did not refute, Lucy took out her mobile phone and called Tony again.

This time the person who answered the phone changed from Jarvis to Tony. Before Lucy could say hello, Tony said, "Hey, hello, sweetheart, thank you for telling me the news."

"Uh...Uncle Stark, this is what I should do," Lucy suddenly became embarrassed, she jumped off the bed, took two steps out with her head down, and finally made up her mind: "I'll hit this The purpose of the call is to tell you that when I was talking to Bella at the school gate, I felt that something was wrong, so I secretly put a bug on her...I know it's not right..."

"Thank you, son," Tony felt Lucy's uneasiness, he softened his voice, and comforted: "Maybe this matter is not right in normal times, but as a father at this time, I just want to thank you for doing this. "

Lucy breathed a sigh of relief.

"So take it easy, okay?" Tony continued, "I'm not going to ask why you have a bug. It's none of my business. Now I just want to find Bella, and we all want to bring her back quickly."

Lucy nodded, and then she thought that Tony couldn't see, so she said, "Peter and I found Bella's location with the help of this bug, and the car is still moving out of the city. If you need me, I can send you the monitor." past."

Tony's voice sounded a lot more relaxed than when he first answered the phone: "That's great! Where are you? I'll pick you up!"

"Peter—" Lucy yelled, turning around to see only the empty computer desk, the slowly spinning chair, and the open window.

Peter is gone.

"No! Damn it!"

Peter jumped out of the opened window with the monitor in hand. He walked along the wall, passing through a pile of wet clothes to dry and sheets fluttering in the wind. The top of the girl's head quietly crawled, and finally landed lightly.Looking up at the location of his room, Peter closed his eyes and apologized to Lucy in his heart.

I'm sorry Lucy, I don't trust others, I must find Bella in person, I can't lose anyone close to me.

In order to prevent Lucy from catching up with him, Peter deliberately took a detour to another street. The location here was very remote, and the surroundings were empty, and there were basically no people there.

The monitor showed that the vehicle was still moving out of the city without stopping, and it would never be possible to catch up with them with only two legs. Just when Peter wanted to flag down a taxi, the mobile phone in his trouser pocket Remembered the ringtone.

It must be Lucy... Peter pursed his lips, took out his phone and was about to turn it off. Before he pressed the button, he glanced at the screen and found that the name on the caller ID turned out to be Harry Osborne.

"Hello, Harry?" Peter hesitated for a moment, but still connected to Harry's phone: "Why—"

"Why didn't you tell me! Am I the last to know!" Harry's voice sounded a little angry, just when Peter was yelled into confusion, Harry sighed and whispered: "Sorry, brother , I know you're in a bad mood right now... we're pretty much the same."

Peter froze for a moment, then realized that Harry had finally heard the news of his uncle's death.

"Aren't you very busy over there?" Peter said dryly, "At home... Aunt Mei is not in good health. I do all the things, and... I'm very busy."

"We are in the same boat now," Harry said with a wry smile, "Should we hug each other and cry?"

"Leave the crying thing aside, Bella was kidnapped," Peter suddenly had an idea in his mind: "I know where she is... Brother, can you lend me a car?"

Peter thought about it carefully, and he felt that if he had to ask someone for help, it would be the safest choice to ask Harry for help.

Only Harry will not stop Peter from rescuing Isabella, not only because they are friends, but also because Harry knows that Peter has the ability to rescue Bella, and he knows what wonderful things happened to Peter—Peter was killed by a spider. Bitten, mutated and strong, possessing special functions... This matter cannot be told to Lucy, nor can it be rashly told to Tony Stark.

Fifteen minutes later, Harry pulled up beside Peter in a Lamborghini and shook his head at him: "Get in the car."

"I don't seem to intend to take you with me," Peter said slowly, holding the door of the car with one hand, "Just lend me a car... don't want this, I won't be able to pay for it."

"When do you still care about this?" Harry was speechless: "Lamborghini runs fast, aren't we in a hurry?"

Peter insisted: "Then you leave the car..."

"Tsk, do you think I'm slowing down?" Harry was angry, he rolled up his sleeves, took out a pistol|gun from the car and slapped it on the co-pilot's chair: "I brought equipment!"

Peter looked blank.

"What's more, do you want to see it?" Harry pointed to the front of the car enthusiastically: "In the front trunk are the arc pulse | gun and cluster | gun that I brought along from the research and development department. It’s inconvenient to be able to do this, the battery is a bit big... I didn’t expect them to study weapons|weapons, my dad seems to have never approved this project, after all, everyone knew that Stark Industries’ weapons are the most powerful, basically It's all monopolized..."