Gwen Spider: I'm from Prototype

Chapter 140 What is a Bat Monster?

Feeling the full strength fed back from his body, Peter stared at the slightly numb blade that was shocked.

Without answering the other party's doubts, Peter shook his head towards the police helicopter coming in the distance, and the Spider Woman played by "Five-Star Good Citizen" Gwen, and turned to leave.

In his eyes, the police are just a troublesome level, but if it is against Gwen, it will be a headache for him.

Blade wanted to stop Peter from leaving, but was shot out by two laser currents from his eyes, and was instantly sent flying.

With a "bang", although the blade tried its best to avoid it, it was still hit on the shoulder and hit the ground heavily.

The black electric current impacted the nerves inside his body, making him unable to even use the strength to make a fist.

Clutching his wound, he lay on the ground, fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, he could only watch helplessly as the other party left.

"Blade?"

Nick Fury's voice came from the communicator, "How are you?"

"Not yet dead."

Looking at Peter's back, he breathed out with difficulty, "The monster that fought Norman Osborn is dead."

"what happened?"

Nick, who was silent for a while, asked him.

"Black Watcher, he—crushed the monster to death with ease."

Dao Feng covered the wound and stood up with all his strength.

Glancing over his left shoulder, the scorching smell entered his nostrils.

The sound of the propeller turning of the police helicopter is constantly approaching here.

He gritted his teeth and said to Nick Fury on the other end of the communicator: "There is no doubt that after getting the Talisman of Life, he has become stronger and more unimaginable."

Dao Feng stared at the pitch-black night, imagining the oppressive feeling the other party gave him.
There is no doubt that the other party will make him more reluctant to face it than Dracula.

At the same time, countless questions arose in his mind.

Who is the other party?

Is it really a vampire stronger than Dracula?
The next day, early in the morning.

Peter sat on the couch, watching the news of the townspeople witnessing monsters on TV.

Because the scene of "Grant" running on the street was witnessed by the citizens, even if the government wanted to suppress the news, it couldn't do it.

So this morning, the headline of "Bat Monster" quickly replaced Tony Stark's disappearance as the headline of the news.

Staring at the monster on TV, Peter rubbed his chin in deep thought.

say yourself this time
Is it too big?
He was contemplating when there was a sudden knock on the door.

Looking out the window, a car was parked outside.

at the same time.

Jessica Jones, who had already returned to her stepmother's house to pack her clothes and was about to move out, was enduring the quarrel between her stepmother and stepfather.

While enduring this unbearable noise, there was a knock on the door.

The stepmother's sister opened the door and walked in, asking her, "Are you really going to move out?"

"Well, maybe going out and relaxing and staying for a while will put me in a better mood and stop taking those crappy sleeping pills."

Jessica said while tidying up.

Looking at Jessica, the elder sister did not show a sneering expression, but said to her with a serious expression: "Jessica, you are not only drinking, but also have a bad temper. If you leave here, no one will take care of you."

Hearing her sister's unbearable evaluation of herself, Jessica threw her clothes on the bed, turned around and said to her sister: "You think you understand me? Trish. No, you don't understand me at all. You pretend to be good for others. Tell me not to do this, not to do that, you look like the responsible sister.”

"But you are not. If you use words to take care of people, everyone will be the one who can take care of and care about people the most. In fact, you just said my shortcomings, cared for a word or two, and then sneered."

Jessica expressed her opinion on this sister.

"It doesn't surprise me in the slightest that you think so."

Trish shrugged her shoulders, "Because this family looks terrible, there are no good people here, and of course I am also a bad person. If I were you, I would also want to escape."

Jessica continued to pack her clothes, "No, you won't, because you are a rising star in the future, everyone has high hopes for you, and I'm just an outsider."

Trish nodded, "You can think whatever you want, but you want to live outside, where did you get the money?"

"You don't have to care about that. If you really want to give them an excuse, just say that I was adopted."

Hearing Jessica's tough words, Trish was slightly taken aback.

She moved her beautiful eyebrows, but finally said nothing.

A few minutes later, Jessica, who was carrying the suitcase, walked into the living room and accidentally glanced at the TV.

The hideous and terrifying face of the "bat monster" that flashed on the TV made her freeze in place.

what is that? !

Why. It looks inexplicably familiar.

Standing where she was, she began to fall into deep thought.

Was it the hotel owner who was killed by himself, or because of himself?
She wanted to use her mobile phone to call Peter, but quickly put it down after taking out the mobile phone.

In the end, he sighed dejectedly.

She knew enough now that she felt that if she continued to try to get closer to the other party, she would fall into a deeper vortex.

In the deeper vortex, what is waiting for you?
What a mystery guy!

Stark Tower, Office of the Vice President.

The group's second-in-command, Tony Stark's mentor and friend--Obidia Stan was sitting in the manager's chair, looking out the window.

"To be honest, my temperament is not suitable for being a president."

Beside him, a rough-faced man in a baseball cap nodded after hearing the words.

Wearing an open sweatshirt, he took out a bottle of whiskey from the high-end wine cabinet, "I agree, in comparison, I heard that Tony Stark did a good job, which shows that he is still a talented person. If he If you can come back alive, you can consider giving him the position."

"Or if you want to take it easy, you can apply for retirement."

Listening to the rough man's words, Obi stood up from the leather chair.

"I must say," he said hoarsely, "when a man has a career, he shouldn't retire. Retirement can ruin a person's life. My uncle's tragic experience taught me this truth."

After gulping down the tequila whiskey, the bearded Obi put the glass back into the cabinet, "Damn it, I'm going to drown in the drink sooner or later. Well, forget about my stupid uncle who swallowed a gun, Let's get down to business."

He directly asked the other party: "Is Tony okay with you?"

"That's exactly what I'm going to say."

The rough-faced man said with a serious expression:

"He looks pretty good at the moment. Although the life in the cave is hard, without the beautiful champagne that tortures people's will, maybe he can become healthier."

The man turned his gaze to Obi, "Three days ago our Mr. Tony ate a bowl of oatmeal, he was as healthy as an elephant. If we want to conduct a comprehensive examination on him, I guess he must be healthier than before Countless times."

Obi didn't take it seriously, "It doesn't matter, just don't let him come back alive later."

The rough man nodded, "Understood, but he still has some use value for us now, let him live like a healthy elephant for the time being."

"Well, what's more," Obi tapped on the table lightly, "Tony's head is extremely smart, give me a firm eye on him, don't let him do any tricks."

"OK, I will."

The rough man nodded.

"Very good, there is one more thing. I have determined the first investment target of the Stark Group - the weapons cooperation project of the Hammer Industries Group. This is the information I have compiled to ensure the smooth progress of this project. Weapons are sold to every corner of the world, and we always have to take every opportunity."

Obi handed the other party a stack of documents.

"Well, the characteristic of wage earners is that the holidays can be wasted at any time. You have successfully let me experience the nightmare of wage earners, boss."

The rough man took the documents and shrugged.

Obi ignored the other party's joke and continued: "I'm going to attend a meeting. But, before that, how about the issue of building materials and weapons laboratories?"

"Wait a minute, professional problems need professional talents to solve."

The subordinate made a phone call, and 2 minutes later, a middle-aged man with a round face and beard walked in.

"Bob was an engineer at Northrop Grumman before, and he is very good at developing weapons materials."

The rugged man introduces Obi.

Obi shook hands with the anxious Bob, "Bob, it's a pleasure meeting you. Now I want to know how the weapons laboratory is progressing."

"I summoned several former colleagues. Although there is a shortage of talents, the most important thing is experimental materials and instruments. Those things cannot be done overnight."

Bob didn't know the boss's temperament, so he answered cautiously.

Obi thought for a while, "If it really doesn't work, recruit more professional people."

Once he gets more information about weapons from Tony Stark, he will increase his horsepower to make weapons.

After Bob left, Obi suddenly thought of something, and asked the rough man, "I asked you to deal with Tony's secretary, why did you miss it?"

"There was an accident. I had already tied her up, but someone destroyed it."

The subordinate said helplessly to his boss: "This woman is lucky enough."

"Who destroyed it?"

"An old guy named Ben Parker."

Little Pepper, who was outside at this time, happened to be talking to Uncle Ben.

In the morning, someone sent a bunch of presents to Parker's house, and she called to tell Uncle Ben specifically.

While on the phone, I suddenly saw a program broadcast on the news.

She looked away.

"Bat—monster?!"

(End of this chapter)