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The Bugle Daily mobilized all departments, all departments joined forces, and the leaders of all major departments gathered together and kept in touch.

On this day, the Jiaojiao Daily’s action efficiency was unprecedentedly high. They temporarily printed a new edition of the newspaper and publicized it regardless of the cost, attracting a large number of pedestrians to buy it, and many netizens came here especially to log on to the Jiaojiao official website to check the news.

The Shock of Spider-Man! A man who urinates against the wind! "

The topic is hot and straightforward, and it successfully caught the attention of many people in the first place. People like to hunt for novelty, this is instinct, they like to chase something out of the ordinary, so as to show that they are also unique.

There are more people who are curious, and everyone is curious, and the final result is that everyone is the same again.

But Spider-Man really caught fire.

Take a look at the manuscript written by James, an old guy. He wrote enthusiastically: "Spider-Man has never been arrogant, and unscrupulously exercised his rights outside the law. Arrogant and conceited, a mess of what the police are supposed to do.

Until he met the mechanic—please allow me to call this mysterious mutant who appeared in the crisis, Spider-Man was completely shocked. In front of real adults, he is just a child who has not developed and will never develop...

Let us mourn him deeply, because you cannot blame such a short boy, please let us, with his unpredictable heart, forgive him... oh, short boy..."

Next to the text is a picture of Spiderman almost kneeling on the roof of the Empire State Building, which greatly deepens the credibility of this news.

When Spider-Man spent a lot of time, was exhausted, threw Downey into the parking lot like driving away the plague god, and ran away angrily, he was pleasantly surprised to find that many people stopped to watch him.

More and more passers-by noticed Spider-Man's wandering figure, and they all stopped and looked up. The gaze was so deep that Spider-Man's brain circuit was hard to understand.

That look is pity.

But he was still very excited, the depression was swept away, and he was surrounded by a huge sense of glory. He was originally a high school student, unknown on weekdays, and was always bullied by school bullies, until he became Spider-Man, and many citizens watched him.

More people will look at him and respect him in the future! Spider-Man firmly believes in this!

More and more passers-by stopped, whispered among themselves, and elaborated explanations for those who didn't know.

Finally, another young man spotted Spider-Man wandering back and forth showing off among the high-rise buildings, and shouted excitedly: "It's Spider-Man! Ah, that short boy..."

ha?

The red figure that was moving rapidly in the sky froze suddenly, before the second hand could spray the spider silk, the whole person fell straight up, causing people to exclaim.

With a bang, Spider-Man fell to the ground by inertia, slid forward for a certain distance, knocked down the naked dummy in the street clothing store, and hugged each other tightly.

"It's so pitiful, seeing female dummies like this, what should he do usually, there must be no girlfriend who would like to be with him...ah, short and small boy... so pitiful..." Pedestrians whispered to each other.

Spider-Man barely got up, his movements were stiff and mechanical, and the face under the mask turned from red to purple. His heart was trembling, and the spider sensor gave him a crazy warning.

Something extraordinary, but incomprehensible, must have happened to him.

This is absolutely wrong.

What went wrong?

The little spider was depressed and aggrieved, and everything was not going his way, almost driving him crazy. Depression drove him to buy a hot dog, his favorite food.

When he wandered to the old shop he frequented,

The shopkeeper had already spotted him and shouted in surprise, "It's you! You're here! Oh, short boy..."

In his brain, the spider sensor sounded the alarm, sharp and ear-piercing, warning him repeatedly, making his hair stand on end, a huge crisis and conspiracy came, this time the degree of danger exceeded the sum of all the criminals he had fought in the past!

Spider-Man turned and left.

"Ah, ah, don't go! Ah, short boy, why are you always in such a hurry..." The shopkeeper chased him out, sighing, holding a freshly baked hot dog in his hand.

Spider-Man's eyes were red and he was hysterical. He had never received such attention, and he had never been so aggrieved and painful. Who could tell him what terrible changes happened?

Roar!

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. While wandering, Spider-Man looked up at the sky and let out a roar that shook the world and attracted attention from all directions. He vented his anger in this way.

People pointed and pointed: "See, he is the one mentioned in the news...ah, short boy..."

Ho ho ho!

Spider-Man let out more roars, one after another, in a steady stream.

Some old people have experienced a lot, and they have already seen through many things in the world. Listening to the roar in the air, they clearly heard unwillingness and resentment, and shook their heads and sighed: "What a poor child, he is still so young... Ah, a short boy ..."

In short, Spider-Man is completely popular. This fire has burned out of New York, out of the American continent, and in the whole world.

People in other places also gradually learned about such a poor hero through certain channels, and they all sighed: "Ah, a short boy..."

The little spider burst into tears, looking at the sky speechlessly, what happened? Who is killing him?

The Bugle Daily was excited from top to bottom. Their newspaper office took this opportunity to become popular all over the world, earning a wave of prestige. Both sales and official website views broke historical records. Indistinctly, the maniac laughter of the big boss James came, Spider-Man, you scumbag, didn't you drink my footwashing water...

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The meeting with the little spider was just a chance encounter, a pure coincidence, even Downey himself was surprised.

He ran to the top of the Empire State Building in New York, of course not for such boring things as watching the scenery, blowing the wind or releasing water, he had his purpose.

Since burying his parents' coffin with his own hands and presenting a bouquet of flowers in grief and tears, Downey declined another invitation from S.H.I.E.L.D. and drove alone to the Empire State Building on a motorcycle.

Of course he had a plan for coming here.

Some people hiding in the dark must foolishly think that his brain has been damaged, and if he has been reduced to a third-level mutant, he will no longer be a huge threat and can attack him recklessly.

Whether it is for your own use, or experimental dissection, to discover the secrets of advanced mutants in one fell swoop, you can concoct it at will. You only need to boldly do it, and you will be successful in one blow.

But some idiots may have forgotten that third-level mutants are not soft persimmons. A third-level mutant like Wolverine can slaughter an army by himself like a pig but a dog.

Donnie was waiting for the group of black hands to come to his door, and his new understanding of Tinder's ability gave him the confidence to take this step.

Even if he is now a third level.

Downey walked slowly into the underground parking lot where he had parked his motorcycle.

In the corner of the parking lot, and inside some cars, people could be seen faintly, and they were waiting for him specially.

Numerous big and small forces and caring people used various means to silently watch, no one spoke, and no one reminded.

Everyone understands that when Downey rejected S.H.I.E.L.D. and failed to contact Professor X or Magneto in time, he had actually made a certain choice.

This is a real world, some choices are made, and there is no chance to regret it, until he fights bloody all the way, and has to fight a way if he has no way out.

It was clear to many people, including Downey, that it had finally begun.

"It's finally started. Let me see how much you are an advanced mutant, whether you rose in World War I or became an experimental material for dissection."

Countless people are silently watching, thinking about some things and making plans.

People pay attention to Downey through various channels, wanting to see what he will do.

Downey stopped, looked at the people in the parking lot who got up quietly and approached him quietly, and finally showed a ferocious smile.

"You bastards, do you really think that my ability is nothing more than that..."