The Legendary Life of an American Superhero

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The tank lizardmen who were tightly bound were struggling more and more fiercely at this moment. The tail that was as long as the height was like steel at this moment. It is not small, but it is not a spacious cabin. , preventing the pace of several Aegis agents who were struggling to move forward.

next second.

There was a bang, and the tank lizard roared to his feet, and the restraining chains directly pierced into his skin, and began to overflow the rich green liquid.

But that still didn't stop the tank lizard from getting up.

In an instant.

The chain heads fixed on the ground of the engine room shattered directly, and even a small piece of the base of the engine room was directly pulled up by the tank lizard.

The airflow from the outside poured into it frantically through this small hole.

moment……

The tank lizard got up directly, spotted a SHIELD agent and rushed over.

A scream came instantly.

In an instant.

This has just taken off, and has not had time to climb. The fate of the transport plane that is doing the maneuvers to avoid the Brooklyn airspace has completely entered an unknown road.

Brooklyn!

Near Grand Army Plaza.

Peter Parker stood at the window of a store, looking at himself at this moment through the reflection in the window, wearing a wig and a pair of ordinary glasses.

This……

Peter was a little unsure, turned around and looked at Gwen Skye behind him with a suspicious expression: "You are sure, no one will recognize me like this, why don't I believe it?"

Frankly speaking.

Becoming a superhero is indeed Peter's dream, but, more specifically, Peter Parker wants to be a hero in the dark, at least not needing too many people to know his identity.

The results of it?

His superhero road has not yet begun. His identity has been directly blown up, let alone New York. The last time he heard Skye talk about it, the news that he was Spider-Man was all in Dongguo Reported there.

This is completely different from what I envisioned.

Skye, who was holding Ibrahimovic, pouted: "Again, this is your choice, isn't it?"

The path she chose, even if she was kneeling, had to be completed. This was a matter of principle. Skye swore that if Peter did not intend to stick to the principle, she would help Peter to stick to the principle.

reason?

A few days ago, Skye invested half of his private house money, nearly $100,000, to Rachel, hoping that Rachel would be able to buy some original shares when Beyond Media went public.

The prospect of transcending the media is very good. After all, with the two copyrights of Iron Man and Spider-Man in hand, a dream start, and the strength behind it is strong, financial freedom may not be far away.

If Peter backs down now, wouldn't this good neighborhood in New York City, which was built at a great price, be scrapped.

With such a good title, no, Skye may have the heart to kill Peter. After all, every time her title is played, Skye feels that her heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys are aching.

Peter pulled his wig unaccustomedly: "But I didn't expect this, by the way, Iron Man is Mr. Stark, but why doesn't Mr. Stark encounter such a thing."

whats the matter?

Sign and take a photo.

Under the propaganda machine beyond the media, Spider-Man, who is based on the good neighbors of New York City, has obviously become more popular after saving so many people in the Lizardman case.

to the present.

Twenty-four hours, the media was squatting in front of his house, so Aunt May was discussing with him about moving from Queens to Brooklyn last night.

No, this time Peter came to look at the house, and at the same time he was relaxing.

So Peter was very curious, obviously the identity of Iron Man was also exposed, but why, he felt very distressed.

Skye said blankly, "Can you fly?"

Peter opened his mouth.

Skye said directly: "Swing on a swing is not flying."

Peter bowed his head.

Gwen supplemented the knife next to him: "Also, Mr. Stark has bodyguards, do you have one? Besides, Mr. Stark travels by special car, how about you?"

Peter felt a knife in his heart and took a deep breath: "Okay, I know, don't say it."

Done.

Peter still looked suspiciously at the passers-by not far away: "By the way, if I wear a wig and glasses, will people really not recognize me?"

I am still me.

Skye said: "Don't worry, I put a little magic on it, as long as you wear glasses, strangers will never think you are yours."

Peter looked at Skye with the look you're kidding me.

Skye pointed to the pedestrians gathered at the Grand Army Plaza and said, "If you don't believe me, you can take off your glasses and try it."

Peter: "..."

Magic or something, of course Skye was teasing Peter, but Skye remembered everything Lake had said. When Peter and the two complained about this problem yesterday, Skye asked Lake curiously. , is there any way to solve Peter's troubles.

Lake said at the time, simple, find a pair of glasses and wear them, and the effect will appear immediately.

Skye was also dubious at first.

Can……

It's okay to try it, just in case.

soon.

San Xiaozhi walked out of an apartment building behind him. This apartment on the fifth floor has a lot of space and a good price. It can be said that it is a perfect bamboo shoot.

But after Skye and Gwen went out, they directly rejected it.

This confused Peter a little.

Gwen Skye did not explain immediately, but after walking out of the apartment, he looked at Peter curiously: "We visited three places today, God, how did you find these houses?"

Peter asked a little puzzled: "Is there something wrong? I think this is fine."

"The problem is big."

"..."

Gwen and Skye looked at each other, and Skye said to Gwen, "He's your boyfriend, I think you should say it."

Peter was even more curious now.

Gwen pursed his lips, organized the language, and then said to Peter: "Peter, the places you are looking for are all African-American communities."

Peter looked at Gwen with an unscientific look, as if to say, oh my god, I found a Chinese spot, blind student!

Gwen seemed to know what Peter was thinking, and said directly: "I don't have any discrimination, but we have to consider some issues, such as our skin color, even if you think it doesn't matter, what about Aunt May, Aunt May's social circle Will you accept it?"

Peter blinked.

at this time.

"Oneshot!"

"Walter Jaffak!"

"Run!"

The pedestrians on the side of the road suddenly raised their heads, looked up at the sky, and made bursts of exclamations. When they heard the sound, the three little ones who were also a little curious also looked up following the eyes of everyone.

into the eye.

High in the sky, a transport plane was diving down.

Oneshette!

The 9/11 incident repeats itself.

Just when the transport plane was about to collide with the apartment building that the three little ones had just come out of, there was a buzzing sound, and the nose of the transport plane was pulled hard at the critical moment.

Boom!

It seemed that something fell directly from the transport plane. Then, after avoiding the building, the transport plane plunged into the only open area nearby, namely Prospect Park.

Even if the September 11 incident is not repeated, the pedestrians and vehicles on the road are in a panic.

"Peter..."

The sharp-eyed Gwen seemed to have found something. After calling out Peter, he pointed to the huge black and green figure that suddenly appeared on the roof of the apartment building and said, "Dr. Lizard?"

Peter was slightly taken aback and looked up.

On the roof of the apartment building, a 2.5-meter-tall tank lizard was standing upright. The color of its body was rapidly changing between green and black. The long tongue seemed to be vomiting, constantly retracting and extending. out.

next second.

With a bang, it seemed that something had been spit out by the tank lizard. Then, the original green tank lizard's complexion returned to its black appearance again.

The tank lizard took a deep breath, snorted, and took out a glass tube directly from the stomach-like thing.

Eyes flicker.

This is where Dr. Lizard's real back-up is.

Dr. Lizard is not a fool. Even after his evolution, Dr. Lizard's intelligence has improved a little. He understands that he has no way to enter the place he wants to enter, which is Manhattan Island.

so.

Dr. Lizard left the last move to Tank Lizard. As for the reason, Dr. Lizard finally compared himself to that Jesus, Jesus, who was misunderstood and died on the cross because of preaching.

This is my destiny.

If I can be the bait and lead all mankind into the path of evolution, then even if I die, I will be resurrected on the third day just like Jesus.

so……

In order to make his ideal thoughts possible, Dr. Lizard handed the 100% purified lizard with its own spray device. Once released, the lizard virus enough to cover a radius of 5 kilometers was handed over to the tank lizard, and even, in order to prevent it from being discovered, he even let the tank The lizard swallowed itself.

Anyway, the regeneration ability of the tank lizard is not lower than him. If you lose a stomach sack, you will lose it. You can grow another one. As I said, for the great ambition of evolution, Dr. Lizard can even sacrifice himself. A tank lizard, What are you afraid of?

The tank lizard was spitting out its stomach sac, staring at the delicate device in his hand, tilting his head, as if thinking, how to open this thing.

That's it.

slap!

The Tank Lizard came to his senses, staring at a cobweb that stuck to the device like chewing gum.

"Hi!"

Spider-Man crouched on the edge of the building and greeted the tank lizard like this.

The tank lizard looked up.

next second.

With a thud.

Spider-Man directly retracted his spider, and then, grabbed the glass tube that fell on his hand from the tank lizard, and then, another spider silk shot out, and jumped directly from the roof of the apartment.

The tank lizard was dumbfounded.

...

real.

Stop it, Azu.

It's full of Jackie Chan outside, and you've been able to stick to it until now.

Please.

Let me save some manuscripts, it's better to have a May Day.

Woohoo!

I don't want to stay at home like those handicapped writers on May 1st, scratching my hair and typing words over there.

I want to travel.

woohoo.

I have already booked the rafting tickets, please, stop it! ! ! !