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Chapter 60 Accident
Manhattan, Broadway.

Gwen followed behind the three girls, moving slowly amidst the bustling crowd.New York at night is like a city that never sleeps. The business district is full of people and cars, surrounded by colorful neon lights, and TV programs, advertisements and news are continuously played on the hanging large electronic screens.

The three girls who were traveling together were chatting all the way, and they never stopped talking for almost a moment.According to Gwen's observation, their topics seemed to be nothing more than scandals about so-and-so and so-and-so on campus, or the movements of a certain Hollywood movie star and rock singer, or clothing, shoes and cosmetics.

While listening to their conversation, Gwen interjected a few words from time to time to show her sense of presence, but in fact she was not interested in these topics, just like she was not very interested in the activity of going out shopping with her classmates. .And the reason why she came here was purely because she didn't want to behave differently and be regarded as some kind of "weird girl" by her classmates.

Another reason was that she didn't want to go home too early.When she goes back, she actually has nothing to do, she can only stare at her exaggeratedly large top-level apartment in a daze.

A few girls were chatting and chatting, but they somehow got involved in physics knowledge.They argued for a while about a certain issue, and then unanimously decided to turn to the "authority person" for advice.

"Hey, genius," a girl asked, "remember what the second cosmic speed is?"

"That refers to the lowest speed at which an object can finally fly out of the earth's gravity, and the speed is seven miles per second." Gwen replied.

A red-haired girl whistled loudly: "See? I'll tell you!"

"You just happened to be right"

"But honestly, Gwen, how do you remember all these things?" the red-haired girl asked.

"...You might as well ask her why she gets the highest score in the class every test."

Gwen raised her eyebrows: "Why don't you read more books, do more questions, and listen carefully in class?"

She lied a little, but she didn't do any of the three above.

Sometimes Gwen feels like she was given not only Spider-Man's superpowers in that cloning experiment, but also similar brain powers—especially in class.She found that she was in a state of divergent thinking and wandering in the world most of the time in high school classes, and she didn't really take what she said to the teacher very seriously.

When she went home at night, she didn't spend any more time studying than others.When she came home, she would either watch TV to pass the time, or simply lie on the bed and stare at the empty bedroom in a daze until it was time to turn off the lights and go to sleep.

Speaking of her most fulfilling time every week, it is probably time to go to the nearby Tianjian branch base to receive systematic field agent training according to the schedule.Her training instructor is a fierce, uncharitable guy who is tall and has a metal arm (which Gwen thinks is kind of cool).She doesn't know the instructor's name, only what his code name seems to be "Winter Soldier".

The training session with this instructor was probably the only class each week where she couldn't get her mind to wander, because he always had some tricks that Gwen didn't like to make sure his students didn't get distracted.

Having said that, Gwen thinks that the so-called "student master" should be the same thing. He obviously didn't put much effort into reading and studying, but his test scores always got the first place for no reason.But whenever someone asks her the secret of learning, she never tells the truth, firstly, because she estimates that others will not believe her, and secondly, she thinks that it may damage other people's confidence.

She figured that maybe other people would feel better when they heard that she worked hard every night and studied hard to get such good grades.

A girl elbowed Gwen: "Hey, Gwen. Do you remember Brent Gardner?"

"A boy in the class? Remember, what?"

The girl smirked twice: "We just had a little discussion. We guess he will have to send you a love letter in the next two days."

"Me?" Gwen pointed to herself. "Seriously?"

The three girls hissed in unison.

"Come on, of course it's you. Look, you're smart and good-looking, which boy wouldn't like it?"

"And your family must be super rich, right?" the red-haired girl added.

Gwen smiled wryly, and simply didn't bother to explain.

I don't know who first spread the word, saying that this new transfer student, Gwen Groveni, was riding in a stretched Cadillac on the first day at school, and she was dressed in head to toe clothes every day. Casual but extremely particular about world famous brand matching (in fact, all the clothes she wore were prepared by Elizabeth), so the rumor that this transfer girl is actually a little princess of a rich family spread.

"Why not consider a boyfriend?" her companion continued, "Although most boys are stupid, some of them are actually quite good."

The red-haired girl curled her lips: "How do you know that Gwen doesn't have a boyfriend yet?"

"Eh? Do you have any?"

Gwen said, "I didn't."

"Ha, so there must be someone you like already?"

Gwen was about to say no, but subconsciously paused before speaking.And her natural reaction was naturally captured by a few students who had a surprisingly sensitive sense of gossip.

"Wow, Gwen really has a sweetheart!"

"Really? Who is it? Is it from our school?"

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Gwen was about to argue again, but was interrupted by a sudden sharp pain.

She has become more and more familiar with this tingling sensation, and she knows that it is also derived from one of Spider-Man's superpowers, called "spider sense", which can help her keenly perceive nearby dangers.

But now she is located in the bustling heart of Manhattan, surrounded by people coming and going, what triggered her spider sense?

Several girls were still arguing over the gossip topic just now, and they had even begun to speculate whether Gwen's crush might be a public figure like a superstar.But Gwen's mind was completely lost in this conversation. Her eyes flicked around alertly, like a spider entrenched in the center of a cobweb that she had woven, chasing the direction where the silk thread was pulled to find prey.

Most of the people in the square looked ordinary.Children who are at odds with their parents in front of the toy store, lovers hugging and kissing under the neon lights, and a few murderous young people sitting on the railings on the edge of the square with their legs dangling and smoking. Well, these guys look more dangerous than others A little, but it shouldn't trigger the spider sensor.

Until she looked across the crowd and noticed two men about two hundred yards away.

One of the men, clutching his arms, sat on a public bench, looking like he was sick with a cold and a fever.A man in a suit with a shaved head came to the bench with a black suitcase, whispered something to the man, and then put the suitcase down.

Then the bald-headed man in a suit walked away, and the man on the bench couldn't wait to pick up the box, took out something from it, impatiently put it to his mouth and sucked it, like a drug addict junkie.

The sting became more intense, almost unbearable, and the spider sense was beating violently in Gwen's head like an unstoppable alarm clock.

"Uh, guys," she said, turning her head and interrupting a few of her companions, "I think we'd better get going."

"What? Gwen? Don't try to change the subject."

"Okay, we'll talk about this later," Gwen couldn't help saying, grabbing a girl with one hand, and walked quickly out of the square, "This place makes me uncomfortable, let's get out of here quickly."

Her friends noticed her abnormal expression: "What's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable?"

Gwen didn't answer.She led the three of them out of the square as quickly as possible, across the street and across the street.The tingling sensation rose to the highest level at that moment, and she instinctively shouted "get down", and brought these companions to the ground with brute force.

In the next second, the deafening bombing sound engulfed everything.

The man holding the suitcase exploded from the inside out, and the flames were released with a red-hot shock, as if to evaporate the entire world.

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