[Comprehensive] Refined dollar bills

So when Wade woke up the next day, he was startled by some hyperactive spider squatting next to him.

Seeing him open his eyes, Peter immediately grabbed his shoulder and shook him violently: "Wade! Are you awake! Are you awake! Are you awake!"

Wade kicked over, and Peter nimbly dodged it. Wade breathed a sigh of relief, patted his head, and said with a sullen expression, "I woke up a long time ago, but you are sober."

Peter blinked innocently: "What happened? Why do you say that..."

Wade stood up straight from the bed, and said lazily, "Ask that lucky cat, bro, I need to brush my teeth first—or do you want me to just talk to you about life and ideals? Do you want another one?" A deep tongue kiss?"

"No no no..."

Peter hesitated for a moment, watched Wade take a few steps, and then said embarrassedly: "I just went out and walked a few steps, but I didn't find the way. Is this a theme hotel? Although it's a bit expensive to live here, but If there is Marnie following, it is not impossible."

You know this very well.

"However," Wade thought for a while, and suddenly felt a lot of emotion, "It's a good thing you didn't wake up in Arkham, otherwise, my buddy will not only be led astray by the lucky cat, but also by you."

Peter blinked, "What?"

"Find it yourself," Wade rolled his eyes. "You have some ambition, little spider. You are a good neighbor in New York, and the citizens' favorite Spider-Man."

"But this is Gotham..."

"I know," Wade grinned at him, "so just go crazy! You're nothing here!"

Peter: "..."

I’m so angry, but I can’t do anything about it, I can’t really fight when he hasn’t washed, Peter thinks it’s the worst decision for him to squat and wait for Wade to wake up, this guy is useless at all, it’s better than yesterday’s Go around a few more times, maybe you can find something.

With some kind of nervous and exciting mood, he came out of Wade's room, looked at the square corridor, hesitated for a while, men left and women right, he chose the right.

So he walked along the corridor on the right.

At this moment, Marnie was sitting in the dining room on the first floor, and Alfred, who was sitting on the right, looked at her with a smile, as if he was looking at a panda or a crocodile that escaped from the zoo.

Marnie put down the milk, coughed uncomfortably, and asked, "What's the matter, Mr. Alfred?"

The elegant gentleman told her with a smile: "Welcome back to Gotham first, and then, Marnie, you're in the newspaper."

Marnie turned to look at him blankly: "Newspaper?"

"Yes, the Gotham Morning News," Alfred held back a smile, took out a roll of newspapers from behind, and said to her mysteriously, "Do you want to read it?"

How terrible it is, why look at her with such eyes?

Marnie swallowed, and said cautiously: "Then... let me take a look?"

"okay."

Alfred happily handed the newspaper to her, and Marnie took it and spread it out on the dining table. She originally planned to find the name "Marnie Dole" in some small corner, but she didn't expect the headline on the front page Add another infiltrating photo on the first page.

Marnie: "..."

Leaving aside anything else, what does this gloomy photo mean?

This picture has the atmosphere of a horror movie, Marnie thought.

Behind is Arkham Asylum and the dark sky, and there is a full moon in the sky, and there are two people standing at the door of Arkham, one is her in rags, holding the small money in her hand solemnly, with a solemn expression, as if What weird spells, the other one is Wade Wilson, well, the guy looks even uglier in black and white...

No, the most pitiful person in the audience should be Peter. If he knew that he had slept in this position for so long, he would probably go crazy!

There is no harm without comparison. Marnie originally thought she looked like a psychopath, but compared with the two guys next to her who looked very perverted, she felt that she was still very photogenic.

She was still thinking about it until she moved her eyes and saw the bold and large name on the newspaper.

--Shock!In the middle of the night, these two people unexpectedly appeared at the door of the Arkham Asylum...

Shock your sister!You will take it out of context!And what do the two mean!Is your math so bad!That is clearly three people!Peter Parker cried for you!

Marnie looked down with a livid face, and then understood what the so-called two people meant.

"Of these two people, one looks at the dollar bills in his hand, with an indescribable longing in his eyes. I'm afraid the goal is to rob banks and other places; and the other is a pervert with a terrifying appearance, what is he carrying on his shoulders? According to the police The editor speculates that it should be the corpse of a citizen! Shocked!"

—Shock your sister!

Marnie's heart was broken, she put the newspaper on the table, and said in a very bad tone, "This guy actually said that Peter Parker is dead!"

Peter Parker, who had just followed the scent of milk all the way downstairs, was stunned when he heard this.

dead, dead?

With a pale face, Peter slowly appeared in Marnie's sight, with shock and grief in his eyes: "What? I, I'm dead?"

Marnie turned her head and was about to explain, but saw Peter's expression became more painful: "Then what's the situation with me now? The whole world has changed when I woke up..."

"...Good morning, Peter." Marnie sighed, and pulled the stool beside him for him, "Don't worry, it's all fabricated by street newspapers."

"Created by the tabloids?" Peter blinked, frowned, and asked seriously, "No wind, no waves, what happened?"

Marnie handed him the newspaper in hand, and explained it to him while he was reading it. Alfred had a good impression of this clean-looking and sunny boy, and thoughtfully brought him a newspaper. breakfast.

There was a broken expression when ignoring Peter, and the atmosphere of the three of them was still very happy.Then, Wade also came down from upstairs, and sat next to Peter with a calm expression, reached out and took the sandwich on his plate into his own hand and started to enjoy it. Peter didn't mind it, but took the newspaper in his hand to share with him .

Not surprisingly, Wade's expression froze again.

Yes, the newspaper managed to offend three parties.

"Wade, calm down," Marnie stopped him in time, and Peter quickly snatched the pistol from his hand, Marnie continued to persuade seriously, "We can take up legal weapons and sue this newspaper for infringing on our portraits." right."

Wade smiled grimly: "Okay, you go and sue, I will take care of them."

"No, no, calm down, Wade!" Peter moved the pistol in another direction, and vigilantly noticed if he would find other guns from somewhere.

Alfred was not angry at all, he looked at them with a smile, and looked outside the door from time to time.

Sure enough, not long after, the noisy voices of the three attracted the real owner of the manor.

Alfred smiled, stood up and said, "Master, good morning."

The three people over there also stopped for a while, and Marnie and Peter also said good morning to Bruce.

Alfred brought over another breakfast that had been hot several times, put it in front of Bruce, and said gently: "Young master hasn't come to the restaurant for a long time, it's better to have someone at home."

Bruce glanced at him, sighed, and said, "...I came down to eat because you didn't bring breakfast upstairs today."

"Because I know the young master will definitely come down for dinner." Alfred explained.

OK, nothing wrong.

Bruce shrugged, then noticed the messy newspapers on the dining table.He raised his eyebrows, grasped the point in an instant, stretched out his hand to pull the newspaper over, compared the photos on it with the three handsome (Wade: handsome?) people in front of him, and suddenly realized: "You guys came from Arkham yesterday. Was it photographed by reporters when you came out?"

"What kind of reporter still goes to that kind of ghost place at night?" Marnie complained.

"And you don't need a flash to take pictures." Wade answered.

"That's why the photos are so noisy." Peter added.

The topic became farther and farther away, traveling a hundred and eight thousand miles away from the topic of Arkham at the speed of light.Before Bruce had time to set things right, he was brought over and couldn't help but look at the photos, and nodded in agreement.

The four people at the dining table were speechless for a moment, and the more they looked at the photo, the more disgusted they became.

"Why don't we sue this newspaper," Marnie said seriously, "I'll call Jude from the law school and ask him to use the weapon of law to protect ourselves."

Peter's expression was a little subtle: "You mean Jude?"

"Yeah," Marnie didn't notice, "I shake hands with him at the end of every month, and I often wish him money, raise soldiers for a thousand days and use them for a long time, and it's time for him to shine."

"I don't know any Jude," Wade said impatiently, "I suggest we take a guy and fuck him."

"Rejected." Marnie and Peter said in unison.

Wade smiled and said, "You don't like this photo?"

Such a leisurely tone immediately attracted the mournful gazes of the three people, and Marnie asked quietly: "Could it be that you like being photographed as crazy?"

"Or an ugly murderer?" Wade became angrier as he thought about it, and couldn't help but want to take out a knife.

Peter stopped immediately: "Although I don't like being called a corpse, I don't think it's a good idea to use knives and guns. Let's take up the weapon of the law—"

"Oh, that's right!" Alfred seemed to be remembering something, and interrupted the wonderful conversation of several people with a smile, then got up, walked quickly with a strong body, and turned on the TV hanging on the wall.

"Today's news is still talking about this matter, so I recorded a segment." While explaining, he turned on the TV and quickly called up the video.

"According to reports," the handsome news anchor said solemnly, "two murderous psychopaths escaped from the Arkham Asylum with countless drugs in their hands. The Gotham Police Department told us today that Arkham Asylum Mu has been cleaned up and down by the police, and I appeal to all citizens not to go out at night as much as possible to ensure their personal safety!"

Toxic.

Marnie was completely shocked, pointing at the TV and almost yelling: "They determined that I was mentally ill just based on a photo! Damn! Does this make sense!"

"That's what I think makes sense—" Wade looked back at her, "Did you dare to say that you weren't talking to money?"

"……Yes."

Wade spread his hands: "Look——"

"You're the crazy one!" Marnie smashed the newspaper directly on the back of his head, and then said with a dark face, "Go, bring the guy and fuck him."

Peter, the only one who remained sane, hadn't given up on saving his companions. He tried his best to persuade everyone to calm down and not fight. Fighting would result in demerits and no scholarships.

Bruce was listening to their negotiation, and he also felt that there was something special about him. He got excited and signaled to Alfred, so his old man came forward, and after listening to him whisper for a while, his face was slightly surprised, and then Silently went to the side to make a phone call.

So when the three over there began to discuss whether to use a knife or a gun, Wade said to them with a gentle face——

"The matter has been settled," he put down the bitter coffee, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was not bitter at all, but rather interested, "I asked Alfred to call the newspaper office and make it clear that I know you guys, Let them clear up the rumors as soon as possible."

three:"……"

What else can this say?

Damn rich.