Marvel's Chinese Superhero System

Chapter 172 Max

Time goes by day by day, and it has been more than a month in a blink of an eye.

November was the beginning of autumn in New York. Most of Qin Shou and the others had already received the notification letter from New York University, except for Peter. Since he was taking the ACT test, the notification letter would be issued later.

But it won't be too long, because according to the usual practice, the better the student's grades, the sooner the notification will be issued. With Peter's grades, it will not exceed November at the latest.

In addition to running the fast food truck, Qin Shou continued to teach Stark martial arts fighting. Several months of training had enabled him to have a good fighting ability without a steel suit, and he could at least deal with one or two ordinary people with his bare hands. It's no problem.

All in all, everything seemed to be going well. The only thing that caught Qin Shou's attention was that Peter had caught a cold.

With Peter's physical fitness, it is almost impossible to catch a cold. The moment the germs enter his body, they will be wiped out by the immune system.

Qin Shou guessed that the superpower gene in Peter's body was gradually perfecting and evolving, and this was the only reasonable explanation.

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"Wow, look, who is this, Spider-Man. How was your morning? Good, Max, good, I'm going to save the world, protect the people..." In the small rental house, a man with The black man with bright eyes is worryingly talking to himself in the mirror while shaving.

The room is full of various posters and figures about Spider-Man. It can be seen that the owner here must be a fanatic of Spider-Man.

Max Dylan, a talented but frustrated engineer, designed the New York power grid for Osborn, but it could not be reused for various reasons.

Played by his boss, ignored by others, everything in his life made his heart feel extremely empty.

And a chance encounter, a strong hug, and heartwarming words of encouragement made him and Spiderman forge an indissoluble bond.

Just like an older single otaku obsessed with a Two-dimensional girl, the fantasy of Spider-Man fills the void in his heart, but so far, most of them are normal fantasies... Maybe...

Taking out the cheap white cream cake in the refrigerator, Max surprised the air: "What did you do? You made me a cake!?"

Would a normal man make a cake for his male friends?This is a question worth pondering.

Max obviously didn't care about this and continued to talk to himself.

"I know what they say about you in the news, but I don't care because I know the real you, your awesomeness, wow, that's what the news needs, they should call you 'The Amazing Spiderman'. Love this What, Spider-Man? I like it very much, Max Dylan. Of course, because today, it must be, an extraordinary day!"

Click.

When I was talking about the climax excitedly, the house suddenly cut off the electricity.

"Line 39." Max finally returned to normal, raised his head and raised his eyes and said calmly.

He hurried to Osborne Company, but he still couldn't avoid being late. What was even more unlucky was that he happened to meet his direct boss, Smythe.

"Damn the subway is too slow, sir." Max explained hastily, and he couldn't admit that it was because he had been inking with 'Spider-Man' for too long.

"Haven't you realized that the Osborne Group is now responsible for the electricity supply in New York?"

Smyth was talking proudly, but before he finished speaking, Max interrupted: "I handed in a lot of power design drawings, and they used a lot of them. I noticed that those power grids were designed by me. of."

Smythe turned around and looked at Max with a smile. Of course he knew that the power grid was designed by him, but anyone with a discerning eye could see what was going on.

If you are smart enough, you should shut up and pretend that nothing happened. However, I didn't expect Max to be so ignorant, so he sarcastically said, "You designed it? Of course you, I'm still Spider-Man."

Hearing this, Max stepped forward and grabbed Smythe's collar angrily: "You are not Spider-Man! He is a Leo, and you are a Sagittarius! If you dare to stain him again, I will kill you!" Twist that beautiful head off!" However, these are just fantasies in his mind...

"Get to work quickly." Smythe turned and left without looking back.

Then Max walked into the elevator sullenly, and said to the smart elevator lady: "73rd floor."

Just as the elevator doors were about to close, Gwen called for help from outside: "Oh, wait a minute, can you wait?" Obviously she was about to miss the elevator.

Max quickly reached out to let the elevator door open again.

"Thank you, you are such a gentleman. Most people will let the elevator doors close." Entering the elevator, Gwen organized the folders in her hand and thanked Max.

"Most people don't pay attention to other people." Max said as he turned his head and glanced at Gwen, and found that it was a beautiful woman, so he hurriedly smoothed the sparse hair on his head.

After introducing each other politely, Gwen saw the birthday poster in Max's hand and asked, "Is today your birthday?"

"Uh... yes, they, my friends made this flyer for me, a birthday party in a big club, lots of events... wanted to invite you, but it's full."

"Oh, so, thank you." Gwen said awkwardly. She naturally saw that Max was bragging, but it was hard to point it out.

At this time, the screen in the elevator played the news that Spider-Man rescued people from a burning building.

"That must be cool, let the whole world look at you like this, you know, Spider-Man once saved me." Max looked at the figure on the screen, and said with some fascination: "There are so many people in the whole city, he Only saved...me. He also said he needed me."

In fact, if you think about it carefully, there seems to be nothing wrong. At that intersection, a bunch of cars were hit and flew away. Peter didn't care, but he was the only one who saved him... Could it be fate?
Seeing a black uncle looking at her boyfriend so infatuatedly, Gwen felt that her embarrassment was about to commit cancer.

"Oh, nice to meet you, Max." Seeing the elevator door open, Gwen hurriedly fled the place.

Max stared at the figure on the screen for a moment, then reacted and said in surprise: "Wait, he remembers my name."

He was about to catch up, but the elevator door closed at this moment.

……

It was still dark in the afternoon, and Max, who had been busy all day, was about to go home from get off work like most people, but was stopped by Smythe.

"Dylan, you stay here, there is a problem with the current in the laboratory, you should go and have a look."

"My special? Today is my birthday, everyone is gone, why should I stay?"

"Because you are special." Smyth said with a sneer on his face, and walked into the elevator.

"Smythe! . . . I mean, Mr. Smythe . . . "

Max wanted to argue again, but the elevator doors were already closed, and Smythe said "Happy Birthday" to him before leaving.

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To be continued
(End of this chapter)