Marvel's Metamorphosis Spider-Man

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The white one often punishes the evil and promotes the good on the streets of New York. It would be understandable if she attacked all the way in order to return the common people to a bright future.

But he had no memory of which purple one it was.

Don't say that it's helping, he doesn't believe that two psychopaths who take such a big risk to eradicate the dregs of society can emerge at a time.

It is because there are not so many defenders, or not so many bold defenders, that the gangsters thrive in the metropolis of New York, instead of being eradicated early in the morning.

Occasionally, it's okay for a defender with fierce fighting power to come out, but he doesn't believe that there are two at the same time.

"There are still five floors to go up."

The gangster brother who rushed into Wesley's office said loudly.

"Where's the plane? Is the helicopter ready?"

Wesley stood up and paced the office.

He is considering giving up or just going to the end with the other party.

"The helicopter has arrived, on the rooftop apron."

But obviously he didn't have much confidence in his ability, he gritted his teeth after taking two steps back and forth.

"go!"

Wesley grabbed his coat and was about to head outside.

But as soon as he went out, he saw the bodyguard sent by Gwen sitting on the sofa outside drinking coffee.

For a moment, their eyes met.

"I see."

The Persian cat stood up and walked to the stairwell.

"Thank you."

Wesley put on his coat as he headed for the other stairwell.

This stairwell leads directly to the apron on the roof and is not connected to the stairs going up and down.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the figure of Wesley rushing up to the top floor was blocked by the explosion-proof door, and the tense body of the Persian cat relaxed in an instant.

Acting is not her forte.

She walked to the blast door leading to the tarmac and leaned against it.

"Squeak."

The stairs leading up and down the building were pushed away, but no one came in.

The Persian cat quietly took out his ceramic pistol.

"Gudong!"

Suddenly a purple figure turned over, and at the same time she threw a smoke bomb with thick smoke and rolled to the feet of the Persian cat.

"Bah!"

A huge amount of smoke gushed out, and the smoker shed tears.

"So professional?"

The Persian cat pushed open the blast door behind him and hid in the stairwell.

"He's on the roof, ready to leave by plane!"

Mindy, who rolled into the office area on the top floor, held down the headset, and after listening to what Damon, who was holding an anti-materiel sniper rifle, said, she turned her head and said to Gwen.

"It's always been the same. That guy must run away, and he's not Jin Bin."

Gwen pointed to the fire escape plan posted on the explosion-proof door of the stairs, which clearly marked the floor plan of the building.

There is a secluded staircase painted in an inconspicuous corner, with the word "Tiantai" written on it.

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"Oh!"

Gwen was just about to push the blast door leading to the rooftop stairs when a gunshot was heard.

There was a hole in the blast door.

But Gwen had expected it, and hid in the door pushed by hand, so she was not hit by the bullet.

"Crack."

Gwen took out a flashbang intercepted from the gangster brother and pulled the safety catch.

Looking back at Minty, Gwen slammed open a crack in the door, and then threw a flashbang through the crack in the midst of fierce gunshots.

"Buzz!"

The violent vibration was accompanied by a flash of bright light.

Gwen pushed open the blast door and rushed in.

But there was no one inside.

"Oh!"

Suddenly going up the stairs, a gun was pointed downstairs and fired.

Gwen took a step back as the bullet flew past Gwen and almost missed.

But if you miss it, you miss it. Anyway, if you hit Gwen's combat uniform, it is also bulletproof.

"Boom boom boom!"

The sound of climbing the stairs came from the upper stairs.

"Walk."

Gwen climbed upstairs again.

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"Om... swoosh... swoosh... swoosh!"

The helicopter's propellers were activated, and strong winds soon enveloped the apron on the roof.

This is what Wesley saw when he came to the rooftop.

"Quick!"

The helicopter pilot waved Wesley to get on the plane.

But when Wesley stepped onto the plane with one foot, suddenly the plane engine made a "bang".

The noise was not covered by the whistling propeller, but attracted the attention of the two nearest people.

Wesley and the pilot looked up at the helicopter's engine.

"Oh my God!"

Wesley exclaimed.

Because there was a hole where the plane's engine was located.

"Oh!"

Immediately after the hole, another hole appeared.

"Sniper!"

The pilot who participated in the war in Afghanistan pressed Wesley to the ground.

The fuel is scattered around by the wind from the propeller.

Wesley and the helicopter pilot covered their faces with a mixture of motor oil and aviation fuel.

"Zi la...boom!"

The electric spark ignited the damaged hole of the engine, and the raging flame rose up, and was driven by the propeller, forming an artificial fire tornado.

But as the flames ignited, the engine also lost the ability to run, and slowly began to slow down.

The fire tornado began to dissipate before it formed for a while.

"It's over."

The helicopter pilot hurriedly pulled Wesley away from the burning helicopter.

Facts have proved that the vehicle will not explode if it catches fire, it will only burn into the iron frame.

The helicopter was completely engulfed in flames within seconds.

Both the cushion and the paint are accelerants.

Wesley got up from the ground, and he could see clearly that the sniper just didn't want him to leave here.

Otherwise, it would save trouble to shoot him directly, why bother masturbating the plane.

He didn't want to look at the burning plane anymore, walked to the edge of the building, and looked down.

A building with more than twenty floors is not tall in New York, but it is not short compared to the low building in Hell's Kitchen.

Here you can have a panoramic view of Hell's Kitchen.

Maybe that's why King built it so high that it looks like the whole of Hell's Kitchen is crouching at his feet.

Wesley didn't have time to think about the view right now.

He saw the surveillance video just now.

That purple-haired little girl is simply a killing god, and she stabs the enemy's vitals with a knife.

Thinking in another way, Wesley felt that he couldn't hold a knife under this girl.

The other is a ghost spider that is even more ruthless, and the enemy is bound to be crippled once it strikes.

He felt that it would be better to let some purple-haired girl give him a knife. Lying in bed for the rest of his life was more tormenting than death.

Just as he was silently watching the night scene of Hell's Kitchen, with the helicopter burning behind him, trying to construct a beautiful picture, the door of the roof was knocked open.

The Persian cat rubbed its eyes against the door.

"Are they here?"

The helicopter was already burning, and there was no airflow from the propeller around it.

Except for the natural wind, there is no sound here.

Wesley's words reached the Persian cat's ears clearly.

"It's coming, there are not enough weapons to stop it."

The Persian cat raised the small pistol in his hand.

"Let them come here, if those two people seem to kill me, I will be dead long ago."

Wesley seemed to have a little more charisma for a moment.

Perhaps this is the legendary 'forced'.

The Persian cat nodded, opened the explosion-proof door, took a few steps back, and raised its pistol to aim at the dark door.

"So enthusiastic? And a bonfire party?"