Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 60 Send away directly
  "Listen! You absolutely cannot participate in tonight's operation!"

"There is indeed action tonight!"

"God! Is that the point?!"

Two people in strange costumes were speeding down the street. Spider-Man lowered his swinging height slightly, while Terry chased on foot below.

"Can't you be more obedient? What if something happens to you?"

"Honestly, your height and shape are about the same as mine, and how can you be sure that I don't have the ability to protect myself?"

"Can you take a bullet?"

"I can really bear it."

Spider-Man trembled in mid-air and almost missed catching the next shot of spider silk. Then he finally noticed that Terry relied on his legs to keep up with him.

Although he did slow down a little to take care of the other person, Terry had been moving for five minutes at a speed that surpassed the world's top sprinters!

Peter had no choice but to start thinking about other problems.

Spider-Man took the time to turn his head and glance at the man in silver armor running wildly below, and in his heart he even improved his evaluation of Terry's physique.

It seems that I have no reason to convince the other party?
  Watching Spider-Man above fall into silence, Terry's mouth hidden behind his helmet pulled up a smile of success.

He raised his hand slightly impatiently and looked at his tactical watch, a little confused that Spider-Man shouldn't be the kind of person who is not punctual.

Of course, it's just some confusion. No matter Spider-Man is late for any reason tonight, he will not wait for him.

"But just today, my superpowers became stronger. It was only after I confirmed that I could withstand most dangers that I decided to use my abilities to help more people like you."

This word seems a bit too advanced for Frank. How to convince Frank not to shoot Terry easily is the serious matter.

Frank put on a body armor spray-painted with the iconic white skull paint and stood in a hidden corner. His whole body was covered with a variety of heavy firepower and magazines, and a heavy pistol was inserted on each side of his thighs. Even the front part of the calf contains a dagger.

This means that Terry's superpowers include super strength and super endurance.

He can't escape Terry's pursuit, which means that it is a foregone conclusion that Terry and Frank will meet later.

And the other party seems to have super vision and some unusual concealment ability.

Then the pursuit of victory began.

ten minutes later.

He was able to keep moving at high speed and say such a long list of words at the same time. I really didn't realize that Terry was so physically strong.

Even though he was wearing armor that seemed to weigh hundreds of kilograms, he was still able to breathe evenly while running at such high speed.

It seems, quite comprehensive?

But at the last minute of the agreed time, Spider-Man belatedly jumped down from the sky.

After all, the time for gang transactions does not last too long. If you start late, you will easily miss the opportunity to destroy the opponent.

How to convince Frank to trust——

"Ok."

"When you rescued me from the kidnapper's gun, I wasn't that strong yet, so I always considered doing what I could and didn't make a decision like today easily."

"Why so late?"

Frank asked casually, then pointed to the old van parked nearby, indicating that this was tonight's transportation.

Spider-Man looked at Frank, who turned around and walked towards the van, standing there awkwardly.

Frank opened the car door, paused, frowned and turned around: "Do you have something to say?"

"Yes."

Peter felt his face heat up.

"I have a friend who also wants to participate in tonight's action."

Frank slowly lowered his hand holding the car door, and at the same time, his other hand silently placed the handle of the gun at his waist.

"I need a reason to confirm the reliability."

"He was friends with the policeman's daughter in real life."

Frank looked at Spider-Man expressionlessly, keeping his hand on the handle of the gun, until the frozen atmosphere was greeted by an inexplicable cold wind in the long silence.

Frank turned around and opened the car door completely.

"Ask your friend to come over quickly, we don't have much time."

Seeing Spider-Man walking out a distance with relief and gesturing to somewhere outside, Frank's cold tone swept out along with the cold wind in the darkness. "Because it is your endorsement, I will give this ridiculous trust, but if you betray this trust, next time you dare to show up in my territory so offensively, I will shoot you directly."

Spider-Man lowered his head slightly.

Within a few seconds, a man in silver armor ran over with a clang.

Frank immediately frowned. The other party's costume, which was even more high-profile than Spider-Man, made him quite uncomfortable.

Spider-Man waited until Terry passed by him, then gritted his teeth and muttered something in a very low voice.

The latter waved his hand, indicating that he had remembered Spider-Man's instructions.

"When we meet later, please remain silent the whole time and don't say anything!"

This is what Spider-Man told him in advance. He asked Terry to agree to this in order for Terry to participate, otherwise Spider-Man would rather not act tonight.

Terry also knew that he had indeed offended tonight, but he had no choice. He couldn't even run into a thief in Queens, and he couldn't think of any other route to catch Spider-Man's ride.

That not only represents the spider silk sling, the hook prop, but also the affix change function that the Goblin/Green Goblin may bring in the future.

And he really didn't know that the Spider Sense was so perverted, otherwise Terry originally planned to put a long-term plan to create a chance encounter.

But even if someone could be detected by sneak tracking from a distance of more than a hundred meters, there was no prerequisite for a chance encounter.

So Terry kept his mouth shut tightly and didn't do anything extra except taking a look at the Punisher mark on Frank's chest when he passed by.

The Punisher drove, and Spider-Man and Terry squeezed in behind. Since Terry was about the same size as the Punisher who was nearly 1.9 meters tall after putting on the stainless steel suit, Spider-Man could only huddle in the corner in frustration.

This seemingly old and shabby car had been simply modified by Frank. After turning off the lights, the engine made almost no movement, and it silently drove towards tonight's destination like a ghost car.

In a suburban factory building in the west of Manhattan, Finn Cooley, the leader of the Irish gang, was pacing back and forth anxiously with some of his remaining defeated soldiers.

He hated why he was targeted by the Punisher, so much so that his home was blasted into the sky with a rocket launcher.

Although there are still some men left, most of them are injured and their will is weak.

Now his only hope is the help of the Chinese gangsters, the Devil Gang, who he once dismissed.

In fact, the cooperation proposals proposed by the other party several times before offered generous rewards, but Finland did not agree because of some racial discrimination.

In his eyes, those yellow-skinned monkeys were not worthy of cooperating with him at all.

"Boss, will they take the opportunity to ask for high prices from us?"

One of the henchmen with a bandage on his head asked weakly.

"Hmph! They deserve it too!"

Finn Cooley cursed fiercely: "Those monkeys don't deserve to be called gangsters at all. They are a bunch of trash who only huddles in Chinatown. They are eager to come up and lick our shoes!"

"Remember! As long as our attitude is tough enough! They will immediately lower their posture. I have seen too many Eastern monkeys like this!"

Just when Finland was boosting the morale of his men, the rolling shutter door at the entrance of the factory was lightly knocked twice by people outside.

This is the signal to let out the wind outside the door.

Finland looked around at his men with wide eyes, the severely burned and disfigured scars dancing on his face: "The monkeys are coming to lick our butts."

After a while, as the rolling shutter door was slowly pulled up by the motor, a young Asian man with a buzz cut slowly walked in with a group of East Asian men.

Finland glanced at the young man with some confusion, and it took some effort to realize that he was not the boss of the Devil Gang.

Finland seemed to have been greatly insulted, and his bloodshot eyes seemed to jump out of their sockets.

"Are the Devil Gang looking down on me?!"

"how could be?"

The young Asian man smiled and patted his hands gently with black gloves: "We are here to give our Irish brothers gifts of traditional Eastern customs."

He turned around, as if he really wanted to ask his follower to get something.

"Give them a clock."

"Didn't Mr. Martin say we should talk first?"

The young man grinned: "Is there anyone else here?"

"No."

"Well, we've already talked about it."

(End of this chapter)