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"Mike, where have you been?" Aunt May asked.
"Um..."
Getting along with Spider Gang was not very pleasant, so Mike decided to make herself happy.
So I went to a nearby bar alone.
Had a few drinks happily with the pretty lady.
Then - hold the gun tightly, open the door to convenience, slowly adjust and teach, and solve the worries of the posterior thigh.
Actually, there's nothing to say, it's just about getting in and out.
"Just going out for a walk."
"Oh."
Aunt May smiled half-heartedly and pointed in front of Mike.
The bright red lipstick mark is clearly printed on the collar.
Apply Mike on the neckline and use a special method to erase the lipstick mark. Maybe you know that Mike cannot be retained, so you want to leave something on Mike.
We agreed that it would rain all night and destroy the plantains, and at dawn the rain would pass and the sky would be clear, everyone would be fine.
Mike was slightly embarrassed and changed the subject. "What happened, where are everyone?"
Although it had been cleaned, traces of fighting could be seen everywhere in the house.
"Alas~"
Aunt May sighed.
Tell it eloquently.
It turns out that Miles went to find his uncle Aaron, and unexpectedly discovered that Aaron was actually Kingpin's subordinate-Prowler.
Miles was tracked, and Prowler, Lady Octopus, Tombstone, Green Goblin, and Scorpion came to the door together.
Prowler learned Miles's identity and disobeyed Kingpin's order. As a result, he was shot in the back by Kingpin and died.
Mike just wants to complain. The Prowler suit, which looks so high-tech, couldn't die due to various high falls and collisions when fighting Spider-Man. It turned out that it was not bulletproof.
"Prowler is still dead."
Butterfly Effect did not change the fate of Aaron. Mike could have been saved, but it was not necessary.
As a subordinate of Kingpin, Prowler specializes in doing dirty work, and his hands are stained with the blood of innocent people. Does he deserve special treatment just because he is the uncle of Miles?
If you deserve to die, die.
"Poor Miles." Aunt May's eyes dimmed and he said, "It seems that losing important people has become Spider-Man's fate. Peter's Uncle Ben, Penny's father, Spider-Man Noir's Benjamin uncle, Gwen's best friend... The hardest part of this responsibility is that you can't always save everyone."
Mike responded with silence.
This is one of the pains of superheroes.
And they will regard this pain as their own mistakes, burdened with the same pain, and eventually be crushed under the dual pressure of the outside world and the heart.
Aunt May asked, "Mike, are there Peter. Parker in your world?"
"Yes. I just entered high school and worked part-time in my store. I am also Spider-Man. I often sneak out in the middle of the night."
"It seems to be very hard."
"It's not easy to be a superhero."
"But someone has to do it, right?"
"Maybe."
Mike didn't want to go into depth on this topic and asked, "Where is everyone?"
"Aaron died. Miles was very shocked and went back to school temporarily. Others went to comfort him. Do you want to go?"
"No. Comforting people is not my specialty." Mike added in his heart, "It is the people who piss people off."
"Just meet them at Collider."
"That means you're fine now. How about a cup of coffee?"
"Okay, thank you."
"You're welcome." Aunt May smiled and said, "Just don't think I'm verbose."
Kingpin stands in front of a monitor.
It's not that I don't want to sit.
Given his size and weight, there are not many chairs that would fit him.
He is leaning on Civilization Cane.
His whole body exudes the aura of the "Black Dao Emperor".
On the screen, the surveillance video from the top floor of Fisk Tower is being played, where a charity event in memory of Spider-Man is being held.
Kingpin sneered.
At least half of the media present took money from Kingpin to discredit Spider-Man on a daily basis.
Conscience discovered?
Of course not.
It's just that it is politically correct to praise and miss Spider-Man at this time.
Moreover, the murderer of Spider-Man is in the basement of the building, watching them pretend.
Ironic, right?
suddenly.
A young man caught the attention of Kingpin.
At the event, the men wore leather suits, the women wore fancy evening gowns, and the waiters wore the same Spider-Man uniforms. Only the young man wore a white T-shirt, holding a plate and feasting, and there was an orange cat waiting to be fed next to him.
People around him seemed to turn a blind eye to him.
"Who is this person?"
Kingpin asked the technician with a gloomy face.
"There is no such person in the invitation letter." The technician answered cautiously, for fear of upsetting Kingpin, who was in a bad mood.
"It may be self-media sneaking in, or a male companion brought by a female guest. Check it out immediately, it will take up to five minutes." The security person in charge of the building said.
"No need." Tombstone, who was following Kingpin, said, "Just grab him and ask him directly."
Kingpin nodded slightly.
The security chief called his two men, "Follow me."
At this time, the young man suddenly looked directly at the surveillance camera.
Smile slightly.
Kingpin frowned, feeling an ominous premonition.
Leave the control room.
Kingpin came to the console of Collider, and Lady Octopus was busy.
"How are you preparing?"
"Everything went well."
"It better go as smoothly as you say, otherwise you'll see me angry, and no one likes to see me angry."
"As long as those spiders don't cause trouble."
"Hmph!"
Kingpin snorted coldly.
Maybe those damn bugs won't come?
You can use your toes to figure out the answer.
Kill one and six will appear.
Annoying.
Lady Octopus smiled and watched Kingpin leave without the slightest fear. Others may not know Kingpin's purpose of making Collider, but as a designer and operator, she knew it all.
Actually for women and children.
Although most men do stupid things because of women.
But Kingpin is not an ordinary man.
He is the emperor who stands at the apex of the underworld.
Women will only make him weak inside.
"Huh huh huh."
Lady Octopus laughed, "A weak emperor is more in line with my interests."
This is one of the reasons why she devoted herself to helping Kingpin establish Collider.
Mike is carrying a whole plate of sliced smoked ham.
Take the elevator to the basement.
Just got out of the elevator door.
Three pistols were pointed at him, their muzzles black.
"Don't move, raise your hands."
"I don't like people pointing guns at me." Mike picked up a thinly sliced ham slice, put it in his mouth and chewed it, "Yeah~ delicious!"
"Meow meow meow." The orange cat called eagerly.
"Don't worry, don't worry."
Mike threw a piece of ham.
The orange cat jumped up and grabbed the ham like a dog.
"You are looking for me to bring me to see Kingpin, right?"
"Then let's go."
Mike said with a smile, "The food at the event upstairs is really good, you should try it."
The security chief's heart sank.
This person is either a fool or a master.
He couldn't judge for the moment.
"Search!"
The security chief ordered his men.
One of them put away his pistol and prepared to search him.
Mike took a step back and said, "I don't like men touching me either, especially those like you who look more obscene."
The security chief shouted, "You think we don't dare to shoot?"
Mike chuckled and said, "I bet you don't dare."