Marvel's Metamorphosis Spider-Man

Suddenly, the car window was knocked, and the face of a young police officer was outside the car window.

"what happened?"

George rolled down the car window.

"Superintendent George, the brothers in the car behind can't stand it anymore, can you allow us to buy some coffee?"

This is one of the police officers who came with the team. He is a newcomer who has just been assigned by the police academy. He is a black kid born and raised in Brooklyn. His name is Jefferson Davis. He has been in New York all his life, even in college. New York Police Academy.

Because this young man is also an upright person, George still pays more attention to him.

It is said that this black guy is talking to a Latina girl who is a nurse at NYU School of Medicine (NYU School of Medicine) recently?

No wonder why George knew where the girl worked and what race she was.

Jefferson once asked George to take him to the medical school in Manhattan after get off work. He also asked George what Latina girls like. Thinking about it, it is impossible for this young man to hook up with the professors and tutors of the medical school, so only nurses .

"Forget it, Jeff, let me go, you are here to wait."

After thinking about it, these young people don't have much money left, and those who are captains themselves still have some savings, so I want to help them advance money to buy some coffee, and then reimburse them later.

"James, watch carefully, I'll go back to the city to buy some food and drink."

George said to James, who was zipping up his trousers as he walked back.

"OK, go ahead."

James responded, and hooked Jefferson's shoulder.

"Let's go, young man, I'll play two games of cards with you at the back."

"Then you have to make way for us, they (referring to the old policeman) say that you always win at cards."

Jefferson's tone was full of hesitation, and his skin color gave him a disguise. George, who was sitting in the car, couldn't see his expression clearly in this wild suburb.

Those old guys all said that James was very good at playing cards. They were all young policemen in the car behind them, and their salary was so little, so they were afraid of losing.

"Listen to their nonsense, it's all flattering me, I don't know how to play cards!"

James' tone was natural, but George could already hear the hidden smile inside.

This old man is fooling people again.

Forget it, let these lads lose some money, and it will be treated as tuition fees for some sociology courses.

George sighed and shook his head, started the police car and drove into the city first.

George is holding the steering wheel with his right hand, holding a cigarette in his left hand (the driving seat of American cars is the same as that in China), and resting his left elbow on the window. After finally smoking a cigarette, it will definitely burn his hands to throw it away.

Only the woods accompany him on both sides of the road.Because the air flow driven by the car made every tree he passed reflect strange echoes.

After flicking the cigarette ash, he stretched his head to look at the sky, the sky above his head was full of stars, and a blue shooting star flashed past.

Blue meteors are really rare.Not to mention the blue shooting stars, but he has never seen the stars at night since he started working. This has to be said to be the sadness of growing up.

Maybe when I come back later, I can look at the stars to pass the time.he thought so.

I will buy some cheeseburgers and two 20-inch pizzas later.

I remember that there is a very good pizzeria in midtown Manhattan, so I will run away today and bring them some delicious food back.

Life always needs a sense of ritual, so I won’t let it go today.

It's still pizza, but it's the best pizza ever.

Of course, coffee is also indispensable, just pick up a few pots, and send the empty pots back to the pizzeria tomorrow.

Humming a ditty and smoking a cigarette, George went to the city leisurely.

NO.Chapter 8 is really beautiful in the starry sky in the wild

Matthew Michael Murdoch, a blind child.

He was not born blind. In a traffic accident, he injured himself while trying to save an old man.

Eyes damaged by toxic radioactive material.

This is a tragic story of the people at the bottom.

In a single-parent family, the uneducated father can only rely on boxing to make a living, he was bullied at school but could only swallow his anger, and now...

Now even the eyes are blind.

That is to say, Matthew, who was taught by his father to have an iron will, can barely survive.

If it was another child, it would have been impossible to survive.

Tonight, my father went to another boxing match. According to my father, if he wins this time, his family's living expenses will be covered for the next month.

Originally, the prize money for a victory in the ring was enough for the father and son to live for a season.

But because of the treatment of his injured eye, the little savings that had been accumulated have almost been spent.

His father worked his life to earn money outside, but he himself could only learn about his father's game at home by listening to TV.

I can't even watch TV, let alone go to the scene to cheer.

It's just that he has been independent since he was a child. When his father went out today, he always felt that something was wrong with him, but he was just a child.

His father with a strong personality will not let him share the troubles of adults.

All he can do is to learn his own knowledge well, strive to get a good grade, and then help his father share some of the housework, even though he is no longer able to see.

Guessing that it was almost time, Matthew turned on the TV.

The voice of the boxing commentary came from the TV.

"Red Fang! Weighing 160 four pounds, 'Boxing Champion Jack Murdoch' from the West Side of Manhattan, New York! Welcome!"

The cheers of the audience reached Matthew's ears through the speakers of the TV.

Soon the battle in the boxing ring entered a fierce stage.

Or Jack is picking up the pace, he looks like he is in a hurry and wants to end the game quickly.

"Murdoch strikes hard!"

The commentator was shouting loudly. This tone and Jack's performance successfully stimulated the atmosphere of the audience.

"Beat him! Daddy! Beat him!"

Although Matthew couldn't see the boxing match shown on TV, he still waved his fist excitedly.

"Oh! Creel is in danger! Murdoch clung to him! The young Creel seemed shocked by the violent attack of the experienced Murdoch! Creel fell! He couldn't get up It's over! The game is over!"

Following the excited cheers of the commentary and the roar of the audience, Matthew also stood up from the dilapidated sofa.

"'Jack Murdoch' beat 'Reaper' Creel!"

When he heard the commentary confirming the result of the game, Matthew jumped up happily.

"Great job! Daddy! That's great!"

This not only represents honor, but also represents that for the next month, their living expenses will be covered.

Meanwhile, George Stacy, who was in town for food and coffee, was driving a police car to the Stark house.

There are also his colleagues who are 'waiting for food'.

So what a great thing it is to have a wife, look at himself, he is already full.

Those who are single can only wait for the food to be delivered by themselves.

At this moment, a dark alley where the police car passed by was lit with flames and a 'bang'.

"squeak!"

George subconsciously stepped on the brakes.

Intuition told it that it should be gunshots.

Someone shot in the alley.

"Call control, this is NY-37, West Midtown at 49th Avenue and West [-]th Street, someone has shot, I need support and an ambulance."

George grabbed the intercom microphone of the police car and contacted the wiring lady at the headquarters.

Regardless of whether there are injured or not, it is correct to call the ambulance first.

"Received, please be careful, nearby patrols have been notified."

The lady is still very warm hearted.

Pulling out his pistol, George took a deep breath and walked into the alley.

As a policeman, if you don't stop possible crimes at this time, what's the point of your body.

George didn't think much of it. All he knew at this point was that he was a cop.

"Hold on! Police! Hands up!"

George's hand holding the gun was a little trembling. This is facing gangsters. Even if he is well-trained, he is just an ordinary person.

He raised his gun and pointed it at a man in black leather in the alley. The man in leather was squatting next to a figure lying on the ground, as if he was checking whether the guy lying at his feet was still alive.

George's voice made the man in leather tremble, and then the man in leather stood up slowly, and slowly raised his hands with his back to George.

George could see the guy holding a silver pistol in his hand.

"Put the gun down! Or I'll shoot! Put the gun down!"

George instantly became nervous. Needless to say, the man in leather must have fired the shot just now.

The man in leather clothes threw the gun in his hand on the ground as promised.

The move made George breathe a sigh of relief.

"Turn around slowly!"

George ordered.

The figure slowly turned around with its hands raised.

It was a white man with a green cloth covering his face, and it could be seen that the pattern of the New York gang was embroidered on the cloth.

"Okay buddy, don't move now."

George held a pistol in his right hand and pointed at the man in the leather jacket, and took out a pair of handcuffs from his waist with his left hand.

Without a partner, he had to do what two people needed to do by himself.

Otherwise, why the New York police are in groups of two, which is the same as the fighter group.

Another person can play a complementary role, one can threaten with a weapon, and the other can go up and arrest the suspect.

Holding handcuffs, George slowly approached the white man in leather, his muscles tensed.

Then, he handcuffed one end of the handcuffs on the man's right hand, turned the man in leather with his back to him with one hand, and kicked the gun back into the holster. Holding a gun is not easy to torture people.

However, just when George was about to take off both hands of the man in leather and handcuff them together, the man in leather who thought he had accepted his fate suddenly moved.

When George didn't react at all, turning around was a slap.

This palm just hit George's diaphragm, his stomach was hit, and George's whole breath was one breath.

The blackness in front of his eyes made him unable to see clearly, but he knew that the suspect was about to flee.

He reached out to touch the gun on his waist. Holding the gun in his hand gave him a sense of security, but he didn't dare to shoot rashly. There was still a victim lying on the ground.

George, who was standing unsteadily, tried to straighten up, but when he looked up, he saw a pistol front sight appearing in front of his blurred vision.

"bump!"

The alley returned to silence, only the sound of a fast leaving footsteps.

Sirens sounded in the distance.

George felt his chest was warm, and he knew it was the feeling of blood flowing from the wound.

At this moment, he didn't feel the pain of the wound, he turned his head with difficulty, and not far away was the figure lying on the ground before.

This time George saw it clearly. It was a middle-aged white male in slacks and a leather jacket.

The appearance is a bit familiar, it should be a character I have seen on TV.