People In Marvel, System Attackers

Chapter 210: Digging a Corner

the next day.

Because of the riots last night, the school is closed, and the specific start time is yet to be determined, Chloe is as happy as Sahuan’s Husky. Chloe likes school, but like all scumbags, his brain hurts when he hears homework. Especially when the job is not completed on time.

Earl has always been indulging in Chloe with rare seriousness, and very seriously educate Chloe: Others have suffered, but you are happy because of this selfish interest, just like gloating at misfortune, this is not right.

In order for Chloe to understand this deeply, Old Earle asked To Skye to find several sets of papers from the Internet. Chloe grimaced and looked at Mike pitifully.

Mike spread his hands, expressing powerlessness.

Others are suffering, but you are happy, even if you are not malicious, it is not allowed. To pretend, you also have to pretend to be afflicted-this is the general rule of society. Unless there is Ability to break or reshape the rule, you can only do things in the framework of the rule, or you can get smashed.

Skye is also there.

She slumped on the sofa, taking up the place Mike occupied every day. As she went as a hero, although the scope of her activities was limited to the Hell’s Kitchen.

Hell’s Kitchen is almost becoming a legal model in Manhattan. The closer to Mike’s supermarket, the better the law and order.

Skye is very tired, but very excited.

Sure enough, she is a naturally adventurous girl.

Peter called and couldn’t come to work part-time for these two days. It hurts… If you put it on an ordinary person, it would take a month to lie down, and Peter can heal after just a few days of rest.

Many people don’t know that Spider-man has a self-healing factor, but it’s not as perverted as Deadpool or Wolverine.

Mike was uncomfortable, let Mike take care of his injuries, and a weird smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.

The TV has been turned on long ago.

Fat Tom was sealed on the sofa by the TV, and unless something happened, he would not leave for half a step. There are actually only two things here: one, Mike summons, and two, eat.

Unlike normal cats, they need to poop.

I bought the litter box for nothing.

That’s right, whose normal cat will occupy the remote control.

At the moment Fat Tom was being used as a pillow by Skye and held in his arms.

“What about the remote control?”

Mike swept his eyes around, but didn’t notice.

He looked at Fat Tom.

Fat orange just pretended to be stupid.

More suspicious…

With a move in Mike’s heart, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Fat Tom’s belly.

Then in Skye’s horrified gaze, his entire hand sank into Fat Tom’s stomach.

When Mike reached out his hand, there was an extra remote control in his hand.

Good guy… Before, he was just pressing under his body, using big oranges as a heavy suppression, but now it’s too much, swallowing the remote control into another universe.

Mike knocked Fat Tom on the head.

“No next time.” Mike aimed at the cat’s lower body.

Smile.

Next time, the egg. The egg is not guaranteed.

Fat Tom is not a cat. The whole body, including the egg. The egg is in disguise, and it can grow longer after being cut, but for some reason, his whole body is tight, and it seems to think of someone’s evil taste in ancient times.

“What’s the matter?” Mike noticed Skye’s open mouth.

Skye reached out his hand, supported his chin, and pushed it up.

Close up.

“nothing.”

I have reminded you not to be surprised 10,000 times, but I still can’t help it.

She held up the fat orange, observed carefully, and touched the soft cat belly with her hand. Want to figure out how Mike did it.

At first, Mike said that Fat Tom was not a cat, but an unheard of Elemental Eater. He thought he was joking.

She bought the litter box.

She had never seen Fat Tom Poop. However, the cat food I bought together was not wasted. I was eaten up by Fat Tom but the broad beans slowly.

Saw a few news channels.

Most of them reported on the riots last night, with different concerns. The official channel mainly focuses on the heroic combat of the police, trying to create a few ordinary and great low-level heroes.

As for the golden armor vision, the official smiled mysteriously, denying that it was a secret weapon of the military.

The reporter underneath was a bit dazed.

No one asked if it was a secret military weapon?

Therefore, the more pretentious the denial, the more people feel that the truth is.

This time, the media public relations did a good job and successfully moved the media away from casualties.

The reality is not a movie. After all kinds of big explosions, only superhero is injured, and the public has zero casualties.

As Spider Pig said, it is impossible to always save everyone. Green Goblin threw a pumpkin bomb into a building, and the building collapsed. Anyone who can’t escape is missing, and missing is equal to death. Dr. Lizard grabbed a car, threw it out, and was smashed by the car. There was no need to send it to the hospital or the morgue.

The riots caused by the super villains are just the fuse, and countless lootings take advantage of the fire. There are at least several hundred robberies on record.

There are hundreds of casualties in the police alone.

The Big Apple City is riddled with holes.

Mike changed the channel.

A model of a golden armor man was placed on the stage. A priest holding a cross and a bible looked excited and shouted: “In the name of God, I command you! Drive you out! Leave the United States!…”

Mike, who had originally wanted to change the channel immediately, listened and watched for a few minutes until the priest had completed the entire ceremony and was so exhausted that he could only stand firm with the help of the deacon. He smiled “victoriously” and said with satisfaction: “The exorcism is successful, God bless Milcan.”

Mike almost couldn’t help applauding.

Good acting.

No wonder the applause of the audience was so serious and enthusiastic.

For this great jump, he gave a high score of 8.2, but the comedy was watched.

In the afternoon, Mike went to the Stark Building.

Peter is holding a large plate, which is full of super high level steaks, sashimi, black caviar… Seeing Mike, he is taken aback.

“Why are you here?” Mike patted Peter on the back.

Almost squirted out the half-swallowed bacon.

Peter hasn’t answered yet, Mike has rolled his eyes at Stark: “Hey, you guy, want to dig my corner!”

Stark took the thermos cup and said with a smile: “As the saying goes, the corners that can be dug are loose corners. The owner of the corner should reflect on himself.”

Peter swallowed the food in his mouth vigorously and waved his hand again and again: “I’m not loose, I’m not loose, I’m not loose at all…”

It sounds like the three big men are talking about something strange.

Uh… Mike pushed Peter away and said, “If you can’t speak, just eat well.”

Stark said, “Besides, Peter is a part-time job with you, don’t mind having another part-time job. What can I eat?”

Mike poured himself a glass of wine.

Romani Conti Grand Cru red wine is suitable for… Mouthwash.

Stark continued: “Peter is determined to be a superhero, but you see, you don’t even have enough money to make spider cobweb. It depends on part-time work and frugality. Also, the tights are of good taste, but they don’t even have bulletproof functions. This is too much.”

With Spider Telepathy and agility, Peter can easily dodge all kinds of bullets, including heavy snipers. The problem is that sometimes superhero can avoid bullets for the people behind him.

Stark continued: “Furthermore, Nasha said, except for Super Ability, Peter originally had no formal combat training. The combat skills are messed up and there is a lot of room for growth.”

Last night, Peter basically acted with Black Widow.

Mike curled his lips and said, “So, you want to pull Peter into the Women’s Federation?”

“It’s just a reserve.” Stark said with a smile: “Avengers alliance is short of people, but there is no shortage of minors.”