After the Daily Bugle's trucks carrying the extra print run drove out, New York found a different way to make noise.
During the day, everyone cursed the superheroes.
Jameson had succeeded.
He had pried a chunk of New Yorkers' anger off Black Spider and conveniently dumped it on the administrative bureau, contractors, and insurance companies.
His aim had been pretty good, too.
Chen Mo crouched on the second-floor railing of the church, holding a freshly delivered copy of the Daily Bugle.
Chen Mo swore this was the first time he had found the Daily Bugle halfway pleasing to the eye.
In the hall below, Tinkerer was circling the fighter jet.
Black Widow crouched beneath its belly, removing the self-destruct module.
Doctor Octopus's mechanical arms were confined outside the safety line, and his expression was as sour as if someone owed him three research papers.
Susan stood guard nearby with her arms folded.
Vulture sat on a pile of old equipment, reading another copy of the paper with great care.
Rhino couldn't make sense of it.
He read the paper upside down, then turned it right side up and read it again.
Hmm... still couldn't understand it.
Might as well ask about something he liked.
"So, do we have money now? Didn't you promise to redistribute wealth?"
Chen Mo jumped down from the railing, bouncing along and looking to be in a very good mood.
"Not yet."
Rhino gave a disappointed "Oh."
Vulture slapped the newspaper against his thigh.
"Then what are you so happy about? You can't eat a newspaper."
Rolling up his copy of the Daily Bugle, Chen Mo tapped it against his palm.
"You can't eat a newspaper, but it can make the people eating choke. I promised you wealth redistribution. Would I lie to you?"
Tinkerer poked