Gwen Spider: I'm from Prototype

Chapter 143 The tragedy caused by the cue ball washing bag

"Harry?"

Peter looked at Harry who was driving over, slightly surprised.

"You didn't go to school?"

"Like you, I'm on leave of absence because of trivial matters."

Harry shrugged his shoulders towards Peter, "But unlike you, skipping classes has become a common occurrence for me."

After complaining to Peter, he greeted Mary Jane who was standing next to him.

"Hi MJ."

"Hi, Harry."

Mary Jane had a good impression of Harry.

The other party is a rich man, but he doesn't have the flamboyant and dandy style of the rich second generation.

I said a few words with the other party before, which belonged to the relationship of nodding acquaintances.

If you follow your previous personality, you might consider someone with this personality and family conditions as a boyfriend.

But now
She glanced at Peter.

I am now Icarus with waxed feathers, and I feel that I can't stay away from this guy no matter what.

"So you drove here specially, Harry, what's the matter?"

Peter asked him straight to the point.

"I want to talk to you, can't I? Peter, the relationship between us is not so unfamiliar."

Harry deliberately pretended to be very dissatisfied.

"Chat? You don't seem like a guy with such a leisurely heart."

"That shows that you don't know me well. Would you like to go to a nearby salon for a cup of coffee or beer?"

Harry asked the unnatural Mary Jane, "Is MJ free? We can go together."

"I still have to do housework, so I won't be part of your coffee party."

Mary Jane smiled at Harry and politely declined.

After saying hello, she turned and walked towards her home.

Looking at Mary Jane's back, Harry said to Peter next to him, "She's nice, isn't she?"

"You know her well?"

Peter asked him.

"No, but don't you think she has a personality?"

"What is having a personality?"

"You know, it can't be described in words, she doesn't look at me as strangely as other people in the school."

Harry stroked his chin and said to Peter.

"What do you mean weird?"

"I don't know, maybe it's because of the money, which makes me obviously different from other people in the school."

Harry's expression was a bit melancholy, "I'm one of the wealthiest students in the school, and many people think I'm a dandy rich second generation."

Hearing Harry's tone of showing off or melancholy, Peter frowned slightly, "Do you really care about what others think?"

"No, I don't really care much about what other people think of me. Some people are friends with me purely because of the money. I know that without a doubt."

Peter nodded. "You're in good health, Harry."

"Really? Thank you for your compliment."

Harry felt a little smug.

"Uncle Ben, are they at home?"

Soon he turned his gaze to the direction of the room, "I have to say hello to Aunt Mei and Uncle Ben."

"Yes, they are at home."

Hearing that Peter said there was someone at home, Harry entered the room to say hello to Aunt May.

Coming out of the mansion a few minutes later, he drove Peter to a nearby salon club.

Peter, who skipped classes, was not practicing asceticism, so naturally he would not refuse the other party's proposal to invite him to drink.

The car passed through several streets and soon came to a bar called "Zero Club".

Getting out of the car, Harry complained to Peter: "I hope I won't encounter any vampires this time."

He still has lingering fears about the last time he met a "vampire" at a masquerade party.

"I hope so."

Peter turned and walked towards the bar, Harry following closely.

"Where did you say that Tony Stark would go? Peter."

Harry asked him about Tony Stark.

The last time they had a conversation in the club's boxing ring, he beat up Tony Stark's bodyguard himself, while Peter beat up that dude.

As luck would have it, the playboy disappeared the next day.

He couldn't help thinking about it.

"I kidnapped him in a cave in Afghanistan, imprisoned him and blackened him."

Peter said casually to Harry.

"Forging iron?"

He naturally didn't believe Peter's "speech".

"He's not built like a blacksmith."

Harry thought of the embarrassment of the opponent being punched by Peter again.

The two entered the salon club while talking.

The interior environment of the club is relatively dim, probably because of the lights.

There are several pool tables in the room, and guys who look like speedsters are dangling around the pool tables.

The two sat down by the window, Peter ordered a beer and Harry a Budweiser.

After taking two sips, Harry felt a little sick to his stomach.

So he put down his glass and hurried to the bathroom.

A few minutes later, he came out in a good mood, just behind the speeding party who was playing billiards.

Several speeding gangsters, one of them was an old guy like a pulsatilla with long white hair, and his eyes were hidden deep in the crevices of his hair.

Next to it was a short, stocky mound with a chubby body that looked like a fat sausage.

The last guy is a fat, fat man. The first reaction of people who see him is to suspect that he is an extra who ran out of the movie "Mad Max" starring Mel Gibson.

The fat man’s height of nearly two meters looks like a mountain. His body is uneven, with muscles and fat stacked on top of each other. His thick arms are covered with tattoos: the face of an old lady, a tree on fire, a pile of skeletons, There was also a motorcycle on fire.

The fat man was about to hit the ball. He pulled the club back hard and stretched out his pumpkin-like head to aim at the target ball to be hit.

Harry tried to squeeze past him, but his ass hit his club.

As a result, the cue slipped on the green tablecloth and pushed the cue ball into the bottom pocket impartially.

Cue ball wash bag!

The fat man turned his head and stared at Harry with a cannibalistic expression on his face.

Harry was a little taken aback at first, but when he saw the cue ball go into the pocket, he secretly cried out "Oops".

It looked as if he had provoked this group of speeding gangsters.

"Bastard," the fat man scolded, "you made me break the rules."

"Feel sorry."

Harry smiled wryly and apologized to the other party, "Maybe... you can reopen it."

"Re-slap the fart!"

The fat man yelled at Harry.

It was as if Harry's suggestion hadn't been for him to play ball, but for him to be disrespectful to his mother.

"Do you fucking understand the rules?"

The elderly Pulsatilla rolled quietly behind Harry, and the fat sausage, like the velociraptor in "Jurassic Park", leaned over from the side.

Seeing this situation, the bartender quickly disappeared from behind the bar counter wisely and never showed his face again.

Harry was feeling worse and worse.

Well, I didn't meet a vampire this time, but I met a more difficult speeding party.

Why can't I relax for a while every time I come to the bar with Peter?

He said he just wanted to have a good drink.

"I think both of your friends would be happy to give you a retake, and that's fine."

Harry still tried to reason with the other party.

Pulsatilla shook his head, and Fat Sausage muttered something.

"My friends are all good people," said the fat man.

Harry glanced at Peter with a headache, and saw that he was about to stand up and come over.

He knew that once his friend who had recently become very grumpy came over, it would not end well.

So he coughed and said to the other party: "How about this, what do you and the other two gentlemen like to drink, I happen to have money to buy you a few more drinks before the bar closes."

"is it?"

The fat man's tone softened. Seeing that Harry was dressed like a rich man, he hesitated for a moment and said to him:
"We drink beer, Coors Light, but I think we should change it up to something stronger, how about tequila?"

"Just tequila."

"Good quality. Not cheap cactus juice."

"can."

Harry said that the first-class goods are also fine.

Just when he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Peter had already come behind him.

"Perhaps you can buy me a drink."

Peter said to the group of speeding gangsters with a calm expression.

"Who the hell are you?"

Seeing the guy who suddenly came up to disrupt the situation, Fatty's expression immediately became unfriendly.

"A friend of the person you blackmailed."

Peter glanced at Harry, "If I want to drink a glass of fine tequila too, you bikers won't lose face, will you?"

"I'm going to beat you so hard that you're looking for teeth all over the place!"

Fatty roared.

The white-headed grandma next to him immediately started to strike, and immediately threw his fist at Peter.

As a result, Peter kicked him up, his body was like a baseball flying straight, and he hit the floor heavily.

With a bang, the chairs around Grandma Bai were affected, and the smashed debris flew around.

The fat man who was completely enraged raised his fist and hit Peter.

Naturally, Peter would not be hit by the opponent's slow, snail-like fist.

He turned slightly to one side, and the fat man's punch missed, but he couldn't hold back the force in time, and there happened to be a bar table for two next to them.

So the fat man's fist actually hit the corner of the table.

Harry, who was next to him, literally saw the fat man's two fingers snapped off by the corner of the table, and he even heard the snap of the bones, like someone snapping a twig on his knee.

Fatty is the typical kind of person who wants to save face and suffer. Although the pain was excruciating, he gritted his teeth and endured it quietly.

But that's where the chaos started.

Seeing that "Fat Sausage" made a move towards Peter, Harry's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he kicked a high-backed chair beside him. The chair slid towards "Fat Sausage", and the back of the chair hit his stomach impartially. , he bent down involuntarily in pain.

At the same time, Harry hit the opponent's knees with his shoulder, and the latter fell to the ground heavily, unable to stand still.

After finishing the "fat sausage", Harry panted heavily and looked at Peter.

At this time, there was only a "boom", and a cue hit Peter.

As a result, Peter reached out and grabbed the club, snapping it in half instantly.

The fat man held the remaining half of the club in one hand and was dumbfounded.

Peter, with a blank face, took a step forward and moved in front of the fat man like a ghost.

The fist, which didn't seem to have anything special, hit the opponent's face straight in the air!

The fist, which was not fast, was parried by the fat man. As soon as he touched it, he felt a terrifying force like an explosion.

It was like a firecracker exploded!

Bounce his thick arm away!
Peter's fist was imprinted on the opponent's chest.

"Oh!"

There was a muffled sound as if hitting a sandbag.

The fat man opened his eyes wide as if struck by lightning, and his whole strong body flew out like a cannonball!
The huge body hit the counter in the bar, making a dull sound.

Harry, who was also startled, felt a flash of cold light, and in a blink of an eye saw the white-headed man getting up and drawing a knife from his waist.

"Careful, Peter."

As soon as Harry yelled out his voice, he saw the other party stabbing Peter with a knife.

Peter dodged the blade attack.

To deal with these idiots, he didn't need to put in much effort, and he didn't need to expose his abilities. He could easily solve them with a little seriousness.

Dodging the opponent's blade attack, Peter hit the opponent's chin with a straight fist.

Peiran's force hit the mandible, and there was a crackling sound, and several teeth, mixed with blood, splashed out from the mouth!

Peter ignored the other party's miserable appearance, bent his left arm into an elbow, and smashed the other party's chest like a heavy hammer.

With a sound of "bang", the white-headed man who was hit flew out heavily and fell to the ground. The severe pain made him almost faint, and scarlet blood flowed from his face!

Facing another speeding party rushing up, Peter reached out and grabbed the opponent's thick arm, and snapped that arm.

Then grab the opponent's throat and smash it to the ground!
With a muffled sound of "bang", the unlucky biker fell heavily to the ground, groaning in pain.

After finishing all the bikers, Peter walked towards the fat man who seemed to be the leader.

Staring at the fat man who fell to the ground, Peter stepped on the other's chest with a blank expression.

There weren't many customers in the entire bar, and they all slipped away at the beginning of the battle. At this time, only Harry, the audience, watched the scene in front of him in shock.

He knew that Peter had changed a lot recently, but he didn't expect it to change to such an extent.

Not only can he beat Jimmy and "King Kong" violently, but even this group of brutal speeding gangs are not his opponents?

Stepping on the fat man's chest, Peter lowered his head and asked, "So, do you still have any objections to the question I raised?"

The fat man shook his head in horror.

Although the body hurts, the mental shock is more serious than the severe physical pain.

The opponent's combat power is like a giant humanoid beast. Is it a monster or a mutant?

"roll!"

He flew up and hit the opponent's jaw, kicking the opponent's mouth with teeth mixed with blood.

"Forehead!"

Harry looked at Peter, who had cooked all the bikers, and was a little speechless.

At the same time, there was a warm current in my heart.

Peter beat people to stand up for himself.

In any case, I owe him love.

"I saved you money on fine tequila, shouldn't you say thank you, Harry."

(End of this chapter)