American comics: From the old Uncle Wolf, he becomes omniscient and omnipotent

Chapter 61 058: Spider-Man, the shelter host! 【Please subscribe】

Rojo had thought about meeting Spider-Man. After all, he was in New York, and there was always a chance to see the boy in pajamas swinging on the swing among high-rise buildings. It was just his first meeting, so he didn't expect it to be like this.

"my back"

Under the mask, Peter Parker had a grimace and turned his face to the sky. Perhaps he felt that someone was watching, so he quickly used all his strength to bounce up in place.

He patted his suit and said, "Don't worry, this kind of thing is a common occurrence for Spider-Man. There are always dangers when working at heights, and Spider-Man can always solve these problems."

"Man, that guy's getting away."

Rojo coughed a few times, pointed at the robber lying on the ground behind him, moved his body like a maggot and stood up, ready to escape.

"thanks for reminding."

Peter Parker skillfully shot out the spider silk and stood on the gangster's legs, "Hey, you want to run with your shoelaces untied, be careful of tripping."

"Man, don't be like this. You just caught me in here a few months ago, and I've only been out for a few days. At least you have to let me spend Christmas at the end of the year!"

The masked man pulled off his mask and said bitterly.

"Oh, you are the guy who stole the car before. What happened to you? Robbery is much more serious than theft. But don't worry. The guy who stole the car with you last time was also caught by me yesterday. If you are lucky, you can get it on Christmas I have a companion.”

As Peter Parker spoke, he skillfully raised his hand to spray spider silk, perfectly wrapping the robber into a mummy, "Perfect, I may have some talent in literature and art."

"He talks a lot."

On the side, Lorna said close to Rojo's ear, "I mean, he doesn't look like a person who talks a lot."

"Obviously you made a mistake."

Rojo knows that Spider-Man is a famous talker in Marvel. Perhaps it is too boring to execute justice alone. Peter always likes to talk to himself. He can even ask and answer himself on some small questions and hold a debate competition.

"I heard."

Peter Parker looked at them, and when his eyes touched Rojo, his scalp felt numb, "What?"

He tilted his head, and the big eyes on the mask shrank, and a question mark seemed to appear above his head. Yes, Peter was a little confused, why he suddenly felt that the guy in front of him who was similar to him in age had an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

The feeling of familiarity was subtle and indescribable. Under this feeling, the hairs on his arms stood up.

It was like there was some kind of connection between the two people, but this was the first time I saw this guy.

"Sorry, we were just talking."

Rojo noticed Peter's emotions and subconsciously touched his arm.

"I don't care about that. My opponents often say that I talk a lot, but in fact, I don't talk much at all. No one in life has ever mentioned this problem of mine."

Peter Parker smiled.

"Spider-Man, can I take a picture with you?"

At this time, people passing by the alley noticed Spider-Man and gathered around him with their mobile phones. Soon the alley was blocked.

Unfortunately, they were not able to take a photo. A siren sounded at the intersection, and a media van with the "Daily Bugle" printed on it came with it.

"Sorry, I'll take a photo with you two again when I have the opportunity. Your heroic actions stopped the robbers. New York needs warriors like you."

As he spoke, Peter Parker climbed up the wall, exerted his strength with his legs, and swung to a higher floor by stepping on the wall. He quickly flipped a few times in mid-air and disappeared among the rows of tall buildings.

As soon as Spider-Man walked away, a middle-aged man with a mustache and a serious look on his back pushed past the crowd and rushed into the alley. The guy carrying the camera followed closely behind, "Where is he! Where is he!"

"Spider-Man? He's gone."

Someone pointed to the sky.

"It's too late again. This damn guy, why doesn't he dare to look at the camera? What is he afraid of!"

Jonah Jameson was indignant.

At the entrance of the convenience store diagonally across from the crowded alley, Rojo and Lorna left the place where the crowd gathered as soon as they heard the siren.

"It's a bit unbelievable."

Lorna took the ice cream from Rojo and moistened her dry lips, "So many people like Spider-Man."

"You also want to be a superhero?"

Rojo asked.

"Rojo, you know what I want."

Lorna said as she took a bite of her ice cream.

Rojo patted her shoulder and said: "No one can be truly perfect, not even Spider-Man. Even he is hated by some people, let alone us, but Spider-Man doesn't seem to care about other people's opinions. Queens The Sheriff said more than once that he violated the rules, but he still went his own way because Spider-Man did nothing wrong. When he was a good neighbor, he would not even hurt criminals or destroy public property."

"I understand what you mean. We are just trying to survive and have not harmed innocent people. We are not considered bad people."

Lorna said.

"Yes, I will not offend others unless they offend me."

Rojo was very relieved that Lorna just understood that not all people deserve to die, and people are also divided into good and bad.

Lonano thought thoughtfully and ate the crispy tube with the ice cream center in one bite. "Let's go, it's time to find the receptionist." "This time we have a different idea and go directly to the taverns that have no registration information."

Rojo said.

"Actually, we should have done that a long time ago. The receptionist has a special status and will definitely not receive him in a crowded place."

Lorna agrees.

"Then why didn't you bring it up earlier."

"Because I only listen to the boss."

"I hope you're not blaming me."

It is more difficult to find a tavern than a large tavern. There is no registration information for taverns. There is only a location on the map navigation, and even basic photos are not uploaded. Some people only find that the tavern has closed long ago when they arrive at the place. Some places are not discovered until they arrive. It's not a tavern, it just bears the name of a tavern and is doing other businesses.

However, they narrowed their search scope to the area around Hell's Kitchen and thought about the problem in the same way as mutants. In a metropolis, the first choice location is a chaotic area. The more chaotic it is, the easier it is to hide. It is a perfect layer of smoke. bomb.

“There’s something special about this pub.”

On a relatively deserted street, in front of a tavern, Rojo and Lorna, one tall and one short, looked up at the ugly signboard of the tavern. On it was an ugly goblin, holding the sign and laughing ferociously.

"What is this goblin laughing at?"

Lorna rubbed her shoulders, what a strange tavern.

"Maybe he also feels something about the sign in his arms."

Rojo coughed a few times, pulled Lorna with him, and strode into the tavern without anyone stopping him. The guests drinking in the tavern only glanced at them when they saw them, and then continued drinking and chatting.

Just like the tavern's sign, the decoration style inside is like a Goblin's lair, with goblin head sculptures on the walls, the overall lighting is dark, and soft music is playing.

"What do you want to drink?"

At the front desk, a tall and thin man lowered his head and heard someone sitting down and asking.

"We're here to find someone."

Rojo said.

The receptionist raised his head and looked at him: "Everyone in the tavern is here, you decide who to look for."

"Lorna!"

Suddenly, the back door of the tavern was pushed open, and a clear female voice came, "Why are you here!"

"Sonia, I finally found you."

Lorna rushed forward and hugged the orange-haired woman, "You definitely don't want to know how many nightmares I have experienced during this time."

"Sonia, are they your friends?"

Seeing Sonia nodding at the front desk, she extended her hand to Rojo apologetically, with a star tattoo on her arm, "I apologize for my attitude just now."

"fine."

Rojo looked at Sonia. The woman was probably in her early twenties, tall and had long orange hair. It was unclear whether the color was caused by mutant abilities.

He took the initiative to say hello, "Hello, my name is Rojo, Lorna's friend."

"Sonia, I met him on the road."

Lorna asked Rojo and Sonia to introduce each other, "Where are the others, where are Marcos and the others?"

"They're all fine, don't worry."

Sonia reassured her with a smile.

Lorna breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, can we talk somewhere else? I have something to tell you."

Sonia nodded, said goodbye to the front desk, and took the two of them to a room behind the pub.

In the room, Lorna briefly told Sonia about getting to know Rojo, their subsequent revenge, and what happened in Santa Fe and on the way to New York. Finally, she said: "Rojo and I are new." I have a few friends who want to live in your shelter.”

"There are six of you?"

Sonia asked.

"Well, is there a problem?"

Lorna saw her hesitation.

"No problem, but Marcos and I only mentioned to the people at the shelter that you would come."

Sonia shook her head and said, "If other people want to enter the shelter, I have to ask Eugene Phil first."

[PS: I originally planned to finish writing one chapter and publish one chapter. After thinking about it, I decided to finish writing three chapters and publish them all together, so that the plot will read more coherently. 】

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