Marvel's Metamorphosis Spider-Man

However, there is no such sentence in English, only the words 'the ugly duckling turns into a white swan'.

Of course, stomping also has 'turbulent waves', and Gwen has reason to believe that Big Amy is the one with the largest breasts among the bodyguards she graduated at the same time.

"Of course you have the meaning of existence, you have to help me block the gun!"

Gwen held Big Amy's arm, and Captain Paul's eyes kept glancing at this guy next to him.

American men like big ones.

"Then you have to let me follow me to block bullets for you!"

Big Amy muttered, but gave up.

The boss is so beautiful, I lose my temper just by looking at it, how to maintain professional ethics, wait online, it's very urgent!

But even if Big Amy asks for help, no one will be able to answer it even if it is posted on the Internet.

"Let's go, let's go home."

There is still a little loli at home that needs to be adjusted.

"nail……"

As soon as he got in the car, Gwen's cell phone rang.

"Hello? Elizabeth?"

The note is Elizabeth's name.

"Mama, are you still coming back for dinner?"

Yui's voice came from the receiver.

"Of course I will, I'll be home in a minute."

It feels good to have someone care.

Gwen was a boy who lived alone in his previous life, so no one cared whether he ate or not.

It's not such a bad thing to think about going back and forth, Gwen thought.

"Okay, goodbye mama, be careful on the road."

YUI has no flaws in the phone communication, no one can tell if it is an artificial intelligence if it is just a phone call.

Gwen hung up the phone, suddenly feeling that the system was too scary.

In a sense, the system helped her create a new life.

What kind of fairy system is this?

It is now January, and in the original timeline, Tony escaped at the end of April and the beginning of May. I don't know when Toni in this world will come back.

No matter how much or how little, Gwen will spend at least two months to stop Obadiah's bald-headed destruction plan.

Tsk, I don't know if she has the ability to hold back for so long with her current capital.

"Boss, this is Armadyne's exoskeleton R&D plan, this is GMSSpace's returnable rocket R&D plan, and this is BNL's home intelligent robot butler R&D plan."

It's a pity that Emily didn't let Gwen have too much time to be dazed. Since she was compounding whether there was any missing information just now, she directly stuffed a stack of research and development proposals as thick as the Encyclopedia Britannica into Gwen's hands.

"My God! This is murder!"

Gwen wailed as she held the plan as heavy as a concrete block.

"You need to sign everything. If you want to save trouble and sign directly without reading the content, that's your business. Anyway, if something strange happens in the end, you should be mentally prepared."

Emily clapped her hands, sorting out such a pile of information is also very tiring.

It's not just mental work, but also physical work, thanks to Emily's training as a bodyguard.

"I see, I see!"

Gwen's money doesn't come from floods (in fact, it does). You have to know where and how your money is spent.

"Oh, this is not the life I want."

I don’t know why I should be able to spend a lot of time drinking and having various yachts, luxury cars and fashion receptions after I have money, why do I have to read these documents so hard or sit in the car on the way home!

Gwen was puzzled, but couldn't find the problem.

Emily squinted and disdainful, she felt that Gwen was a typical example of being cheap and acting good.

If you are so rich, just watch some documents and sign a few words!

It's not that I don't see people all the time, and I don't know what I do every day. The documents are piled up for several days before being caught and signed.

"I think we should improve our efficiency, and we will all work on tablets in the future. I will write a few programs when I go back."

Gwen frowned while flipping through the R&D plan for the bricks in his hand, while thinking about it.

Emily just pretended not to hear, anyway, you are the boss, you can do whatever you like.

"Boss, we're here."

Big Amy expressed her emotions, and she still called her by her original name. Now it's working time.

"Okay, I'll take these things home and have a look. You can just come back and get them from me. You two can go home and be careful."

Gwen opened the car door, picked up the plan and ran home.

"Hey……"

Emily held her words in her mouth and had to give up.

"Welcome home, Mama."

YUI's voice came from the loudspeaker in the foyer, and the entire series of images of Little Lolita are currently confined by Gwen to the computer room and study in the basement, and only her voice can be heard in the living room.

Most people would only think that it was an AI like Toni's who was talking.

"YUI, scan these documents, summarize them, and tell me the key points, thank you."

Gwen took the brick research and development plan to the scanner in the study.

Although the summary should be done by the secretary, Miss Emily doesn't understand the technical terms written by these researchers, so she can only show it to Gwen.

One of those researchers couldn’t think of writing a plan summarizing key points, and the other was unable to write something simple, which did not meet the rigor of academic research.

"Okay mama."

YUI doesn't have the concept of being tired at the moment, anyway, she can work when there is electricity.

The key points that were quickly summarized were displayed on the holographic projection in Gwen's study.

Gwen is keenly aware of the fact that advanced workstations can improve efficiency.

"The meal is ready!"

Elizabeth's voice came through the speakers, and Gwen had installed dialogue fixtures in every room, so there was no more 'mom screaming for me to eat' anymore.

"I'm coming!"

Gwen rubbed her hands excitedly, Elizabeth's cooking skills are getting better and better.

While Gwen was immersed in the gentleness and eating delicious original Kobe steak, the poor richest man in the world was eating unpalatable expired canned beans.

There was also a half-drawn blueprint in front of her, which was composed of strange-looking armor.

NO.Chapter 143 Culture is very important

In fact, terrorist organizations are not so easy to mess with. Mohammad bin Abdul now has a deep understanding.

He didn't want to enter this business at first, because there are seven brothers in his family, and he couldn't get rid of it.

Back then, with a strong sense of responsibility, he decided to go out to find a job. Who made him eat the most.

Maybe the family can relax a bit without his mouth.

So when he was young, he wandered alone on the streets of Kushik, eager to find a job that took care of food and housing.

That's right, he doesn't even expect to make money, as long as he can eat enough.

It's really because his strong physique requires more energy intake, which is not a good thing for poor people.

But he didn't expect a broken military truck to stop in front of him, and two strong men got off from it, put him on the truck and left in a hurry.

Mohammad was afraid. Although Afghanistan has never been a peaceful country, children from poor families have never seen a gun. The first time they saw it was when the muzzle of the gun was pointed at their head.

He knew that this thing could kill him, but since he didn't drink much water, he couldn't do it if he wanted to take a pee to express his mood, so he could only tremble and dare not move.

He also didn't know the rules of raising his hand when he was pointed at a gun.

When the truck arrived at a campsite, he was thrown to the ground roughly by a strong man with a gun. With a strong body, he didn't feel anything wrong, and quickly stood up and shrank like a quail.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a bald man wearing a scarf nodding in satisfaction, and he didn't understand what it meant.

"Yes, this physique is very good. You are a new member of the Ten Rings from today."

The bald head speaks affirmatively.

"Do you care about the food?"

Muhammad just wanted to know that.

"Enough!"

The bald scarf patted him on the shoulder and pointed to a tent next to him.

In a tent that is not surrounded on all sides and has only one roof, four big men are making food with their sweat.

"I do!"

Muhammad didn't hesitate, in fact, he didn't have time to hesitate, and the gun pointed at him behind him hadn't been put down yet.

But as long as there is enough food to control its fullness, it doesn't matter what it does.

"Cheer up, take him to dinner."

The bald head of the scarf looks like a king of the mountain, and the movement of reaching out also feels like a big bag.

Maybe the Ten Rings would be fine if they stayed, Mohammad thought.

So a few years later, he also changed from a boy to a bearded uncle.

In fact, he doesn't know what the purpose of his organization is, anyway, as long as the people above tell him to do whatever he wants to do.

Because he has a lot of strength, he usually stays at the stronghold and works as a guard while moving things.

According to the scarf bald boss, he is too big, and it is easy to expose the target to be hit by the enemy outside.

So in the past few years, although he has also practiced marksmanship, all he shoots are training dummies and wild animals from tooth-making sacrifices, and he has not shot a single living person.

Although the terrorists are extremely vicious, they will not attack ordinary people at their doorstep casually. Those people are the foundation.

Whether it is living supplies or fresh blood, they are all obtained from ordinary people.

Terrorist organizations that continue to develop in a steady stream also understand.

Today is the time when Mohammad is on duty again. He is squatting in front of the monitor, coiling handmade cigarettes.

In a desert where materials are scarce, it is good to have a cigarette. It is difficult to obtain that kind of finished cigarettes, only this kind of shredded tobacco that is dried by itself.

Apart from reminiscing about the past, rolling cigarettes was his only way to relieve boredom at this time.

It's boring to watch the surveillance and not be able to play cards.

"Hey, what are they doing?"

His immediate boss, the leader of this stronghold, another bearded man asked Muhammad who was squatting in front of the monitor.

"I don't know, probably at work."

Mohammad can't even read the words, let alone understand what the woman on the monitor is doing.

By the way, this woman is really good-looking, with her legs and chest, Mohammed fantasized about this woman who was sweating profusely making weapons in the cave and had sex with him several times, and every time he would put his hand into his crotch.

It's not good to go on like this, he feels that he is getting more and more spiritless day by day.

"Look carefully and let me know if you have any questions."

The bearded man's reassurance was ignored by Mohammad. He didn't believe that this thin-skinned and tender American ocean horse would make trouble.

After all, she is a woman. This cave is full of men, and it is an unprecedented restraint not to take her to the Fa-rectification on the spot. It is she who should be afraid.

In a sense, Muhammad is still a 'simple' countryman, and he can't understand how treacherous the city people are.