Gwen Spider: I'm from Prototype

Chapter 167 Alcoholic Peter and Housekeeper Gwen
"Iron Man" did not attack Chandler in the end, but flew into the sky with a "boom".

In the end, he disappeared in front of this terrified guy.

Watching the disappearing figure of "Iron Man" in the sky, Chandler panted heavily.

On the silent road, there are only the faint sound of cars in the distance and the sound of my own panting.

Just as he was about to stand up, there was a "crash", and the tree on the side of the road made a sound, which startled him.

He took a closer look and found that it was a crow hiding in the bushes.

"Damn!"

With a cursing sound in his mouth, he cursed at the evil bird that frightened him.

The evil bird flapped its wings and flew into the night sky.

In the dark night, everything on the ground was seen by the crow.

The black pupils of the crow are infinitely extended, like an abyss with no end in sight.

Peter closed his eyes, and the abyss deep in the crow's pupils was also closed.

Using the crow's consciousness clone, he captured the scene of the gunfight between Iron Man and the gangsters.

At this time, he was eating with Gwen in an unknown French restaurant.

There was an exquisite silver candlestick on the table, and the surrounding light was not bright. The waiter quietly served two glasses of pre-dinner wine, followed by appetizers and appetizers.

The soft music was flowing slowly, and the slightly dim candlestick light reflected on Gwen's face, outlining a beautiful and delicate outline.

"What's the matter, Peter?"

Seeing Peter close his eyes, Gwen asked rather strangely.

"It's nothing, the eyes are suddenly fascinated by the wind."

Peter made excuses insincerely.

"There's no wind here."

Gwen muttered, and she looked at the waiter standing next to her, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Although the intimacy between the two was a step closer last night, they also did some intimate experiences that couples would try.

Originally, this was supposed to be a date she liked very much, but she still felt a little unnatural.

"Don't you like the smell?"

Peter suddenly asked Gwen.

"I like it, but how should I put it, I rarely have this kind of experience, and this is the first time I come to this kind of place to eat French food. Not only is it French food, but my father never takes me to the mall. It's the first time I buy something, It was at the age of seven."

Gwen said a little depressed.

Peter nodded, "If you want, you can come to this place to eat every day."

"Are you rich, Peter."

Gwen asked in surprise.

"It's not bad, although it's not as good as a billionaire, but he has hundreds of thousands of dollars in his hands."

Hearing what Peter said, Gwen's lips twitched, and she could only pick up the coffee to cover up her inner emotions.

"Where did you get the money?"

After calming down, she asked Peter.

"Scavenged from gangsters."

Peter said directly to her: "Believe me, Gwen, I don't bother to do things like rob a bank."

"Peter."

After a long silence, Gwen said with difficulty: "I don't think this is good, it's illegal."

"Not everything in this world can be defined by law, Gwen, what you did is also illegal, there is no doubt about it."

Peter said to her: "Using it in my hands is better than using it in the hands of those gangsters."

"Ok."

Gwen struggled for a while and finally compromised.

"We have to think about what is the best way to spend this money, and it is best to help others."

Gwen started thinking about Peter money again.

"Sorry, it's all gone."

Peter immediately said shamelessly.

"I don't believe it, Peter. Anyway, I haven't seen you lavish."

Gwen expressed a hundred disbeliefs.

She wanted financial power before she was married.

After the two talked about money for a while, Gwen saw that he couldn't convince the other party, so he had to give up temporarily.

It will always be squeezed out by Peter later.

Gwen thought to herself.

"Can I try champagne?"

Soon her attention turned to the champagne on the table.

"of course."

Peter nodded, "Although minors should not drink alcohol, the alcohol content is not high."

As he spoke, he took a sip of the champagne on the table.

"I've figured it out a long time ago, Peter, you're an alcoholic."

Gwen complained to Peter: "It's the same as my dad, but he has quit drinking. I think you'd better quit drinking too."

"There's a little bit of a difference. I rarely delay anything because of drinking, and now this kind of thing"

Staring at the champagne in his hand, Peter said, "It's like water to me."

His tone was a bit embarrassing, which made Gwen slightly taken aback, and then she asked Peter: "Then can you still feel the taste of food? Peter."

Gwen only knew that Peter's body was infected with a virus, but she didn't know how the virus worked in the other's body.

"If I want to, I can taste it, and if I don't, it's pure energy for me."

Peter put down the champagne in his hand, and said to Gwen: "This virus gives me the ability to evolve continuously, maybe at some point I will abandon the taste system."

Hearing Peter say that made Gwen feel a little scary.

She stretched out her hand worriedly, held Peter's right hand, and said worriedly, "What should I do then?"

Now she began to worry about Peter's future situation.

"Relax, no matter how much my body changes, I'm still human."

Peter comforted Gwen softly.

"I believe in you, Peter, no matter how you change, you are still that Peter."

Gwen blinked, "You've been protecting me before, even though I realized it later, I even thought you were a bad person."

She mentioned Peter's private protection of her before, and asked Peter with some anxiety: "Peter, do you...don't like me being a Spider-Woman?"

"Why do you ask?"

Peter looked at Gwen in surprise.

Gwen pursed her lips and said, "It's just a feeling. I just want to know what you really think."

"Vigilantes, or heroes, generally people with this label are always very stubborn, just like villains and villains with firm beliefs, they all think that what they insist on is correct."

Peter took a sip of champagne and said to Gwen.

"Do you think I'm that stubborn, too?"

Gwen didn't quite understand, she squinted her eyes, revealing a little confused light.

"No, Gwen, you're a different kind of person, you're confused, you mess things up sometimes, but you're not extreme, you're always that girl who's more like a normal person than a superhero."

Peter looked into Gwen's eyes and said slowly:

"When I was a kid, I used to dream of being like Captain America, or like those superheroes in the comics, walking silently in the dark, as the guardian of a city."

Peter's voice was full of emotion, and those superheroes that should have existed in the memory of his previous life slowly emerged in his mind.

"Then I realized that these people might be respectable and admirable, but they're not the kind of people I really want to be. I don't have the self-sacrifice for other people, and I'm not the kind of person who can't sleep because of the responsibility. .”

Peter looked into Gwen's eyes and took a deep breath.

After listening to the other party's thoughts, Gwen stared at the young face.

"Well, you and my dad have almost the same ideas. He couldn't understand me at first, but the difference is that you supported me, Peter, and you supported me and protected me from the very beginning."

There was a smile on the corner of Gwen's mouth. She was not angry because of Peter's words, but a warm current rose in her heart.

The feeling of being understood and tolerated slowly spread in her heart.

at the same time.

Stark Industries Building, Obi Office.

A man with Middle Eastern appearance opened the door and walked in.

There was a hideous and terrifying wound on the back of his head, and his expression was serious.

After entering the office, he looked at the decoration design in the office. There were a variety of wine cabinets by the wall, cigar boxes and supporting equipment on the table.

Looking out from the glass curtain wall on the right, it is enough to overlook the city below.

But being able to take the elevator up here and walk into this office represents a kind of status in itself.

"The Rich Man's Happiness..."

He complained in broken English.

"Sorry, I just finished a meeting and I'm late."

Not long after, the owner of this office opened the door.

Obie unbuttoned his coat, tugged at his tie, and walked to the liquor cabinet as usual.

"Whiskey? Wine? Or something else?"

"A brandy, if you have one."

Seeing Obi turning around to ask, the man replied towards him.

"I happen to have it here, you are very lucky."

Obi took two glasses, and his wine cabinet was complete in various categories, which seemed to include famous wines all over the world.

"Our previous cooperation was good."

Reaching out for the wine glass, Obi sat on the sofa next to him.

"This is our deal, a mutually beneficial cooperation and a win-win situation."

The man took the wine glass and spoke in unproficient English.

"Yes, reciprocal cooperation, but obviously...you didn't do a good job. If you killed Tony in the first place, you wouldn't have a disfigured face."

Obi shook his wine glass, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.

"You give us a little money to kill a prince, obviously the pay is not equal to the risk, so... we won't take too much responsibility."

The Middle Eastern man frowned and replied to him.

The bearded Obi changed to a more comfortable position, leaned on the sofa with his hands open, and said: "I told you, Tony Stark is a smart guy, if you watch carefully, you won't let him You are playing tricks under your nose! In the final analysis, you made a mistake!"

The middle-eastern man replied to him dissatisfied: "He is not an ordinary person. If we knew the risk, we would not accept this cooperation."

"Are you also worried about risks?"

Obi asked in feigned surprise.

"In our business, of course we will assess the risks. If it is an assassination of a big man like you, I will definitely not accept it, because it will bring us too much trouble."

"But you did, and I paid you a lot of money."

Obi stood up and looked directly at the other party: "Do you know what happened now? He used the battle armor he made to attack my freighter just now. Do you know how much I lost?"

He was furious like a lion whose territory had been violated.

"That's not necessarily all bad, we've found the suit he used to escape."

The Middle Eastern man unhurriedly took out a mobile phone from his pocket and clicked on the video to play.

In the video, a simple battle armor appeared in front of Obi.

Looking at the crude battle suit on it, Obi narrowed his eyes, "Where did you find it?"

"Forgive us for having no comment."

The middle-eastern man put away his mobile phone and said with a serious expression: "When he was locked in the cave, this is how he tried to escape. He made this armor, of course. This is just a rough attempt."

Listening to the other party's words, Obi walked to the window and said, "According to the description of the people at the pier, Tony should have perfected his design. He made a masterpiece of death."

The middle-eastern man nodded and said to Obi: "With a dozen of these suits, you can rule the entire Asia. Mr. Stan, you dream of pulling Tony Stark from the throne. We have a common enemy. "

He picked up the wine glass and raised it to Obi, "If we continue to cooperate, I will give you the battle suit, and as a courtesy, you will give me the Iron Warrior."

Hearing what the Middle Eastern man said, Obi turned around and came over with a wine glass.

"make a deal!"

(End of this chapter)