Marvel's Metamorphosis Spider-Man

Matching Gwen's current figure with C in the front and D in the back, it is quite attractive to wear, at least better than the black and white guy with blue soles on the poster.

Don't say no to high school students who make their own battle suits, aren't they good Spider-Man?

According to Tangyuanjing’s words, life still needs a sense of ritual.

Gwen took off her hood and threw it into the system space. At the same time, she took out a bottle of water from inside, opened the cap and drank.

"Wow... woah..."

A police car roared low down the street below the building.

Wherever he went, chickens and dogs jumped, and even the newspapers on the roadside that reported the stop were blown away.

"Wow, no, I haven't finished my rest yet."

Gwen put the remaining half bottle of water back into the space, sent a white viscous liquid towards the maintenance crane of the building overhead, and then jumped down the building.

"Damn...the headgear...forgot to put it on..."

In mid-air, Gwen saw the glass of the building reflect his face, and the mask he took off just now was still thrown in the system space.

Quickly pulled off the hood, the wind was a bit strong, she only had time to put it on her head.

As a result, she landed on the sidewalk on the side of the street, but she found that there was darkness in front of her eyes.

Feelings are wearing the headgear backwards.

Holding the sides of the headgear with her hands, she turned the headgear around, and she could feel her hair being brought to the corner of her mouth.

"Bah!"

Gwen, who had eaten the hair, tried to get it out of her mouth, but found that the headgear was too tight, which was completely futile.

"Cough cough."

Suddenly, a man coughed in front of him.

Gwen raised her eyes, and there was a middle-aged man in a suit standing in front of her.

"My mother! Dad... get out of the way, ahem, I'm going to punish the criminals."

George Stacy was standing in front of Gwen with a cup of instant coffee in his hand.

The flood rushed to the Dragon King Temple.

Gwen almost blurted out calling her father, but fortunately she changed her words at a critical moment.

"Miss, the road is so wide, why let me get out of the way?"

George looked at the "woman in black and white" in front of him with a smile. The act of arranging his headgear just now did not look like a serious hero.

"I...well, I'll leave if it's okay."

Gwen was going to bypass her father and quickly escape, she was afraid that if she stayed for a while, her father would see through her identity.

"and many more!"

George yelled, and Gwen froze in place.

"What's the matter?"

Gwen adjusted the hood, trying to cover everything that could easily reveal her identity.

"Miss, don't you want to leave a name? I am from the newspaper and want to report your 'glorious deeds'."

George is talking nonsense with his eyes open, doesn't Gwen know what he is doing?

"I...that...you can call me a ghost."

In fact, Gwen didn't think about her own name.

She also knew that every fried chicken hero had a name, but she didn't have any awareness that she was a fried chicken hero.

In her impression, she is just an existence that catches bad people for the sake of influence, and the subjective starting point is not for people to live in the world nuclear level or anything.

Subjective initiative leads to a problem with the starting point. Why can't this Yazi put himself and the selfless hero together?

So when George asked, it was all the names he thought of on the spot.

"'Ghost'?"

George froze for a moment, as if the name reminded him of something.

Gwen watched as the police car was about to turn the corner, which meant that a number of points of influence were about to disappear from her sight.

"Goodbye, sir."

Gwen didn't dare to ask her father any more questions, she was afraid that the old man would ask her endlessly, just like Mr. Yu Qian's father, Mr. Wang, asked Mr. Guo Degang to ask questions.

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"Wait……"

When George was thinking, he only felt a tumultuous wind blowing past his head.

Looking up, there was no black and white graceful figure in front of him.

He looked back, and saw that figure was already swinging in the air, chasing the police car that was screaming in front of him.

"'Ghost'...what a familiar title."

George lowered his head, under the dim yellow and green light, he couldn't see his shadowed eyes clearly.

He didn't stop the girl, even though he was a policeman and the girl was a wanted criminal.

On the ground were several newspapers that had been taken from the kiosk by the wind of the police car.

He picked up the newspapers and returned them to the old man in the square glasses at the kiosk.

The front page of the newspaper printed a black and white figure wearing a hood and wandering between the buildings. It was the girl he had communicated with just now.

The headline reads "'Woman in Black and White' Rescues Young Woman Robbed at Gun", in bold and enlarged font across the newspaper.

"Young man, you seem to be full of worries. Look away, there are so many troubles in life, and it is impossible for people to stop because of a stupid thing."

The old man who sells newspapers at the newsstand looks quite old, his hair is all white, and his eyes under the brown square glasses are cloudy but reveal wisdom.

George could feel that this old man must have had a lot of experience in life.

Likewise, even the elderly George is still a 'young man' to the old man.

"Uncle, I'm just worried about how to communicate with my daughter."

George sighed, feeling that it was becoming more and more difficult for him to communicate with Gwen.

"Ha, I also have a daughter, do you know? It is difficult for adults to communicate with children, and it is difficult for men to communicate with women. The communication between father and daughter directly satisfies these two factors."

The old man shrugged his shoulders, obviously having a deep understanding of George's matter.

"Didn't everyone say that the daughter was the lover of the father in his previous life?"

George was stunned. Uncle, what you said was different from what others said.

"That also depends on the person. My daughter doesn't talk to me very much. The way of thinking is different, you have to understand."

The old man's old hand passed the newspaper on the board in front of him, and patted George on the shoulder.

"By the way, thank you for helping me pick it up, I really don't want to move, I'm getting old."

The old man tidied up the newspapers, retracted the newspaper stop, and picked up a book to read.

George looked at the book. It said "Cool People." It seemed to be a script.

I don't know whether this old man reads this script as a book or wants to act this script.

George shrugged, touched a newspaper, dropped 2 cents, and walked towards the official car parked on the side of the road with his coffee.

He had just finished working overtime, had some supper by the way, and was rushing home now.

He wants to lie on the warm bed and think carefully about the problem of getting along with his daughter and the problem of the 'ghost'.

Sometimes it's not a good thing for a daughter to be too smart. He realized it from the beginning when her daughter showed high IQ, but now the situation has become more difficult.

It is difficult to continue communication between people if they cannot find a common topic.

Two flowers bloomed, each representing a branch. Here George was rushing home with melancholy, while Gwen was swaying spider webs in the air and caught up with the police car.

She now feels that her source of news is a little delayed.

Although there is a back door in the communication system of the police station, it can monitor where there are cases in real time.

But in many cases, the police rushed to the scene only after receiving the information.

What Gwen needs is a faster information channel than the police.

Of course it is impossible to know in advance that there is a crime there.

She felt more and more that she should form a team, not many people, just one or two, just like Peter and Ned.

Fighting criminals in the front, it is best to have a logistics behind you, who can help you locate the place where the crime happened.

Like the police, going to the scene after the event has another purpose, that is, to subdue criminals when a case occurs so that you can increase your influence points.

"You are surrounded! Give up struggling and surrender!"

Gwen's thoughts were interrupted by the blaring of the police car's horn, and she landed on a flagpole jutting out from the top of a nearby four-story building.

In front of her was a 'big scene', five police cars formed a semicircle and surrounded a supermarket.

There was a bearded man in the supermarket, wearing a hood made of silk stockings, holding a pistol, holding a supermarket clerk hostage.

"Go away, all of you!"

The big beard with whiskers was pasted around his mouth by stockings, which made his speech a bit awkward.

When Gwen saw the dumb man, he remembered the feeling of sticking his hair around his mouth after the headgear was crooked just now.

Poor guy, this must be uncomfortable.

"Put down the gun, we can talk about any problems."

The guys shouting in the police must have never learned to negotiate. If they can put down their guns with a word, they won't come out to rob.

Sure enough, the robbers blew up directly.

"You...you should put down your guns! Are you fooling me? I'll be killed by you if I put down my gun!"

Oh hey, you're not too stupid with a beard!Anyway, I still know a little bit of 'routines'.

Gwen squatted on the flagpole and Gwen covered her face. To be honest, in her previous life, seeing Americans always winning Nobel Prizes, Gwen thought that Americans were so smart.

Now that she has lived in the United States for more than ten years, she has realized that most Americans are even worse than Glory.

They belong to the kind of stupid, stupid and lazy ones, who may only do one job forever, and it is the only job they know.

Most of them have never even traveled far, and have stayed in their small towns all their lives.

Every day besides going to work, I lie on the sofa and drink beer.

To be honest, there are only a handful of those who stand out, and most of them are really bad. They can be surprised for a long time by a little thing, and they are ignorant and scumbag. Compared with Chinese nerds, they are simply crushed.

Anyway, most of the Chinese nerds are all-round talents who know astronomy and geography, from science and engineering to literary talents.

The bearded man in front of him was obviously a typical American street robber, his head was stiff and he couldn't turn a corner.

Gwen used to think that such stupid thieves were uglified in movies, but these days when thieves are caught, heh, such stupid thieves are everywhere on the streets of the United States.

"If you have any needs, you can put them forward, and our police will consider adopting them."

The loudspeaker of the police is still shouting, and it is not known whether the policeman who shouted has heard what the robbers said.

After all, there was a distance of nearly 50 meters between the police car's encirclement and the robber.

Well, the police officers have to make sure the robbers can't hit them before calling out, which is the content of the 'handbook for dealing with kidnapping'.

So it is very likely that it will develop into a unilateral call, and the police officers will not hear the result of the robber's appeal.

Then ask a hammer question!Even if you ask people, they can't answer you!

Gwen's hands slipped from her face, because the force of the hands made her feel like Van Gogh's "The Scream".

She is really speechless to the guys on both sides.

"tread."

A soft sound rang in the robber's bearded ears.