Anti-Hero Lola [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

Karen marked the best dodge path for Peter in the eyepiece. Peter's spider web aimed at the street lamp not far away. He flew into the air, but when he crouched on the street lamp and looked down, he was surprised to find The guards were not injured at all by this glance.

But they are indeed in a hurry.

Because all their guns... exploded?

Peter was a little confused, but the guards with guns were even more confused than him. They were all confused and playing with their most familiar partners, and they couldn't pay attention to Peter's movements.

The failure rate of modern guns is extremely low, and there is no reason why such accidents will happen one after another. It cannot be a coincidence-but before that, these guns fired bullets very well. What did they do when they didn't notice? Seeing Peter looking down from the street lamp, they quickly gathered together and slowly spread out.

They were all ordinary people. If they lost their guns, their attack power would be about zero in front of Peter.

Both these people and Peter were well aware of this fact.

"...Did you see what happened just now, Karen?" Peter asked. He vaguely felt that Laura must have done something, and he felt an inexplicable touch because of it.

Sure enough, Laura would not just throw tricky things to him.

As expected, she just has a little bit of a personality... How should I describe it, Peter thought, a little willful.

"Abnormally high temperatures were detected in their gun barrels." Karen said, "Initial judgment: The interior of their guns has been destroyed in advance."

Laura did it, thought Peter.

But how did she do it?

The "a little wayward" Laura walked into the building leisurely.

The interior of this building is very quiet, without any signs of activities belonging to intelligent creatures, but it is not completely quiet. Standing at the door of the building, Laura can easily hear the mechanical sound coming from the inside of the building.

The sound of crawler tracks sliding, the sound of steel equipment colliding together, the sound of plastic friction, the sound of rubber products absorbing sound... All the sounds are weak and orderly, like an ensemble.

Laura listened attentively, and scanned the surroundings for another week.

Her eyes paused for a moment on one of the tracks upstairs, and she thought about it for about half a second.

Then, in the surveillance, the little girl wearing a big red cloak, with her thick red hair coiled behind her head, walked towards the elevator without looking back.

The camera installed in the lobby rotated the lens according to her movements, and then, in the surveillance camera in the elevator, Laura pressed the number "3" on the elevator, and then began to look at herself in the mirror in the elevator.

She lightly patted a smear of black ash at the corner, and twisted a strand of red hair that had slipped from the top of her head behind her ear.

There was a small diamond stud in the lobe of her ear, which she turned until it was at the angle she felt most comfortable with.

The elevator stopped, and she put her hands in her pockets and walked out of the elevator calmly.

"What the hell is this woman doing?" the person in front of the surveillance screen said angrily.

The four mechanical arms behind him are dancing, which makes him look like a deformed spider with teeth and claws.

"Be quiet, doctor." The person standing behind him said coldly, "Since that experiment failed, your temper has become worse and worse. This is not a good sign for a smart person."

He was wearing a green uniform without a mask, but that exposed face was no longer a human face.

His skin was an abnormal blue color, covered with weird pustules-like protrusions, and his lips were so thin that they could be opened and closed, even if he opened his mouth to reveal sharp animal fangs. Teeth, sticking out a lizard-like slender tongue, people will not be surprised.

However, the deep voice that came out of this mouth was as smooth as a polite gentleman.

It has to be said that a person's voice is as deceiving as a person's face.

Rolla stopped and walked in front of the tracks, and carefully looked at the things on each track.

On the first track is a small toy soldier with a tall black felt hat and a red gold-rimmed uniform decorated with double-breasted buttons. He is holding a gun in one hand, standing on one foot, and his body is straight.

"Why do you only have one leg?" Laura asked.

She raised her finger, and soldiers with only one leg on the track slid past her finger one after another. After hesitating for a while, she gently put her hand down again.

"I already have a crippled boy," she said to herself. "Let me see what else there is."

She walked to the second track, and on this track was a beautiful mermaid princess with long golden hair, blue eyes, and a sweet smile on her cheek.

Laura shook her head: "It's neither a human nor a fish—that's weird."

On the third track was a set of figurines: a little girl, a lion, a scarecrow, and a crude robot; Lola liked the lion somewhat, but wasn't too interested in the rest.

On the fourth track is a snow-white rabbit, also wearing a delicate waistcoat.

Laura picked up one, looked at it, tried to stroke it, and then put it back.

She stopped in front of the fifth track, which was a palm-sized sculpture group: a blue-gray man stood on a base, smiling, with a dead bird lying under his feet.

"You're not the best," murmured Lola, "I've got what I want out of all these toys, but you're my favorite."

She raised her hand, picked up one of the countless sculptures on the track, and put it in her pocket.

Luckily the pockets of this dress are big enough to hold this toy.

Well, Laura patted her pocket and thought with satisfaction, now she can go see those people.

Seeing that Lola finally started to walk towards where they were, both Doctor Octopus and the Green Goblin couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

"You did a great job, but apparently you have no concept of time," Dr. Octopus said to Lola. "Hello, Carmen—I'm Dr. Octopus."

"Hello," Lola said, looking over at the man in the green uniform. "Who are you?"

"Oh, let me introduce to you, this one is the person who issued this task, Mr. Green Goblin." Doctor Octopus pressed his hands against his chest, while the four mechanical arms behind him crawled on the ground, He quickly moved in front of Laura—then slowly descended from a high place, "I'm afraid you are not old enough to drink alcohol, would you like some drinks, little girl?"

"I can drink," Laura said. "Is there coffee?"

Doctor Octopus's robotic arm stretched out to the rear, and after a while, a robotic arm lightly "pinched" a small cup of steaming coffee with its paws and handed it over.

"Please." Doctor Octopus said softly, and his mechanical hand passed the cup of coffee to Laura again, "You're welcome."

The Green Goblin was expressionless.

Lola looked at the quilt of coffee, and Dr. Octopus actually made a latte flower on the surface of the coffee. It was a bird wearing a crown—but it was really, really cute.

"Thank you." Laura took the cup of coffee.

Holding the coffee cup with both hands, she carefully turned it around, then lowered her head, and took a sip without damaging the garland.

Doctor Octopus falls to the ground.

A faint smile appeared on his ugly face. Behind him, the four mechanical arms were working hard, and soon moved the small square table and three chairs. Then he raised his hand and gestured towards Lola. He gestured: "Please sit down."

"As a villain, you've been too kind," Laura said. "Shouldn't you be a little more vicious, to show your deterrent power?"

She complied and sat down.

"Those tricks of intimidation and threats can only be used on people who will be intimidated by such tricks." Doctor Octopus showed a kind smile on his ugly fat face, "It's not necessary for a professional girl like you." This is the trick."

"That's enough, skip those boring formalities, and let's get back to business," the Green Goblin interrupted Doctor Octopus impatiently, "Just like the mission statement, you give us Spider-Man, and we'll give you 100 million."

——I didn't expect that Peter's worth was quite high.

The Green Goblin is much more boring than Doctor Octopus, and his tone of voice is very bossy: arrogant, rude, self-righteous, always wanting to get the greatest return at the least cost, without considering whether this kind of thing is feasible or not.

Now, for example, he said: "We're asking for a fully disarmed Spider-Man, not this sprawling Spider-Man out there."

"You didn't add this one before."

"Now you know," said the Goblin, raising his hand and aiming the weapon in his arm at Lola, "Go and catch Spider-Man for us, or get nothing but..."

"What?" said Spider-Man, who was lying on his stomach at the far window, halfway into the room—it seemed he'd been sneaking in here for a while.

He obviously heard the conversation between Laura and the Green Goblin, the white eye patches on the mask were all stretched out, it looked like his eyes were wide open: "Carmen!" His tone was a little hurt.

"I can explain." Laura said calmly, "I will explain."

The Goblin had switched weapons.

"You want to sell me to them?" Spider-Man rushed in, dodging the Green Goblin's shot with a few dodges, remembering yelling at Lola amidst the gunfire, "I—I trust you so much !I thought we could form a team! Just like the Avengers!"

"At our age, shouldn't we use a younger Titan as an example?"

"They are not my idols!"

"Well," said Lola, "you're right."

The Green Goblin and Spider-Man were already in a mess, spider silk and bullets were shooting at random. It was quite amusing that they were beaten and rolled over by each other. Lola just sat in place and admired it with relish for a while.

"You don't work for us," Doctor Octopus said to Lola, "do you, Carmen?"

"This is Artemis' mission," Lola responded with a shrug, "not mine."

"It seems that she didn't keep a secret." Dr. Octopus was supported by the four mechanical arms and rose up. "Maybe I should pay a good visit after finishing you..."

He fell from mid-air to the ground.

The four mechanical arms rolled and slid a long way on the ground.

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