I became a weirdo in Marvel

Chapter 25: Their respective uniforms

After a period of familiarization, and after destroying ten steel plates, eighteen sandbags and hundreds of eggs, Harry finally succeeded in controlling his sudden increase in strength.

The ultimate killer weapon, the heat ray, has also been initially mastered. Although it is not yet able to adjust the intensity by itself and reduce it to the level where it only heats milk without hurting people, at least it can decide when to use the heat ray.

The previous scene where the laboratory was almost turned into ruins due to operational errors will not appear again.

"Yes, Harry, now you have what it takes to be a superhero."

Norman was relieved and announced the lifting of Harry's grounding: "You can go help those in need."

"Great!"

Harry was so excited that he wanted to rush out the door immediately, but was stopped by Norman.

"What's wrong, Dad?"

"Are you planning to go out like this?"

"What else?" Harry was confused.

Norman sighed, pointed at his clothes and said, "Although wearing a T-shirt and shorts is friendly, it doesn't have any logo that people can recognize you at a glance, so you need a special suit."

"Special suit?"

"Uh-huh, Harry, do you like green?"

"Ok?"

Norman took the confused Harry to the weapons department of the Austen Group.

The Austen Group has achieved even more brilliant results in biotechnology, and has also dabbled in the development and supply of arms. After all, the arms business is the most profitable business in the world.

If it weren't for the profit support from the weapons department over the years, the Austen Group would have changed hands long ago. How could it have waited until now to make a comeback?

Now that the superhuman serum has been successfully developed, it has become a new money-making point for the Austen Group.

The weapons department has become the icing on the cake.

Harry, who seldom came here, looked curiously at the various strange equipment in front of him until Norman brought him to a suit of green armor.

"This is the latest development of the weapons department. We were going to sell it to the military, but now there's no need. Do you like it? I'll give it to you."

Harry stroked the shiny armor in front of him, and seemed a little conflicted: "There's no need to give me such a good one. My body is already strong enough."

"Haha, I know you're very strong."

Norman smiled and said, "But if we encounter a fierce battle, ordinary clothes will be easily damaged. Do you want to run naked in public?"

"Uh."

When Harry thought of that scene, his body trembled: "Haha, I understand, he is worthy of being a dad, he is so thoughtful."

So, Harry put on the Green Goblin armor in front of Norman - well, it should be called Superman armor - the armor automatically adjusted according to his body curves to fit perfectly.

The metallic armor, coupled with his already handsome face, makes Harry look even more dashing and handsome. He will definitely have no shortage of female fans in the future.

"Not bad, not bad. You have the style I had back then."

Norman nodded, then suddenly frowned. "No, something seems to be missing. I see, it's the cape! How can Superman be without a cape? Harry, it looks like you have to wait a little longer."

"." Harry shrugged. The expectations in his heart had long been worn away, as if it didn't matter if it was a little late.

"Very good, you finally seem to be a little calmer."

Norman patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Don't worry, you won't have to wait too long. A suitable enemy will come to you soon. You just need to train yourself during this time and try to deal with the enemy beautifully." "As for those simple things like helping old ladies cross the road, let the police do it."

".good!"

"Haqiu!"

On the rooftop, a middle-aged man wearing clothes with a red background and a spider web pattern sewn on the back sneezed loudly. Fortunately, he lifted the hood covering his entire face in time, otherwise he would have to wash the hood again.

"Peter, do I really want to wear something like this?"

Uncle Ben said helplessly, "You saw how dangerous it was just now. My saliva almost got stuck in it. Even if I didn't sneeze, it would have an unpleasant smell after a while, right?"

"But a superhero has to wear a hero costume, right? Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, and even the seemingly not-so-smart Flash all know how to wear a costume."

Parker held Uncle Ben's right hand and said seriously, "Please consider that I worked hard for several days to design this. Oh, this dress was sewed by Aunt May herself."

Aunt May, who was standing nearby, tilted her head and gave Uncle Ben a sweet smile.

"So, Uncle Ben, you don't want to let us down, do you?"

"."

Uncle Ben sighed and put the hood back on honestly: "Let me make it clear first, if the clothes seriously hinder my movements, I have the right to request modifications."

"of course."

Parker's eyes flashed with excitement, and he raised the camera hanging on his chest: "Uncle Ben, hurry up and start your first heroic attack after putting on the uniform. I'm ready."

"."

Under Aunt May's worried gaze, Uncle Ben easily jumped onto the one-meter-high guardrail on the roof.

He has not been idle these days. With the help of Aunt May and Parker, he has successfully figured out most of his abilities. One of them is that his body has extremely high coordination, which is better than that of professional gymnasts.

Therefore, he can perform various difficult moves, such as.
Uncle Ben took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, then he bent his legs slightly, pushed the railing hard, and jumped up like a cannonball, flying over ten meters and landing steadily on the roof of the building opposite.

"Pretty!"

Parker captured the moment when Uncle Ben was suspended in mid-air and couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

"Uncle Ben, try spider silk!"

Uncle Ben nodded slightly, then slowly began to run again, stepped on the railing again, and jumped up.

This time, when he was in the air and about to fall, he bent his wrist and shot out a white spider web that stuck to the outer wall of the building.

Uncle Ben grabbed the other end of the spider thread and swung like Tarzan.

When he rose to a certain height, he took the initiative to release the spider silk and shot out the spider silk with his other hand. By alternating between his left and right hands, he was able to "fly" between the rooms.

After a brief moment of tension, the continuous secretion of adrenaline made him excited. It was such a fascinating thing to "fly" freely in the air.

Parker looked at Uncle Ben's back as he walked further and further away, and for some reason he felt a sense of loss.

"Aunt May, do you feel lost? Uncle Ben has become so young, and you are still..."

Aunt May retracted her gaze, rubbed her dry eyes, and showed a gentle smile that seemed to never change: "Of course not, I will only be happy for him. Parker, I am old, you have to take better care of your Uncle Ben in the future. Although he looks younger, he is still that stubborn old man in his heart."

Parker clenched his fists and nodded, "Yeah!"

(End of this chapter)