A foreigner's journey

The night breeze was slightly cool, but it couldn't cover the warmth around her.

Heather was pulled by Ghost Spider, and the neon lights turned into countless streams of light and quickly reversed backwards. She was still a little confused.

She had just... been involved in a duel between a superhero and a super criminal?

Although she usually read some superhero comics to relax, Heather never wanted to be a background board in the story.

You have to know that civilians in superhero stories can only be counted as numbers. Sometimes they are too lazy to even count the numbers for you, and just use "heavy casualties" to pass it over.

Look at the battle just now. Both Murdoc and Ghost Spider have terrible physical strength and destructive power. If they punch or kick her, Heather estimates that she can't even enter the emergency room and will be declared dead on the spot.

That Murdoc is the King of the Night mentioned by JJJJ. It seems that he has expanded his territory from Hell's Kitchen to the entire New York City.

This is not good news. Once the other party succeeds, she or Aunt Susan's family will probably fall into the terrifying dark rule.

While Heather was thinking, he suddenly felt his body begin to fall, and then landed on the ground.

He found that Ghost Spider gently put him on the roof of a tall building, and she also landed steadily with an elegant front flip.

It was the first time that Heather saw the full appearance of this street hero who had recently become famous up close.

She was about 1.7 meters tall, and her whole body was wrapped in a tight white and black uniform, and her head with a mask was wrapped in a hood.

She was wearing light green ballet shoes on her feet, and her posture like an elegant dancer and her hot body made people happy just by looking at her.

At this time, Ghost Spider looked around and finally breathed a sigh of relief: "It should be safe enough here, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, thank you for your rescue, ma'am." Heather nodded.

Ghost Spider's voice was deliberately hoarse:

"I took you five kilometers away from the St. Regis House, so that the guy wouldn't hear you. He can hear heartbeats from twenty feet away, just like a big bat in the night... Next time you see such a weird guy, be careful."

What else could Heather say? She just helped a little, but she almost got herself into trouble. He was a little curious while feeling scared: "Excuse me, who is this King of the Night?"

"Fallen lawyer, ninja leader, King of the Night, leader of the Hand, stick demon, basically all the bad code names you can imagine can be put on Matt Murdock's head.

There is not much specific information about him. We only know that his public identity is a lawyer who specializes in helping gangs and dignitaries to fight lawsuits and has won many battles.

Privately, he used his super strength to kill the previous leader of the Hand and integrate this huge ninja organization. Can you imagine? A blind man who can't see is actually the strongest ninja master in history.

Oh, and the most critical identity is that he is the most capable assistant of the crime lord Kingpin. Once."

Ghost Spider put one hand on his waist and talked freely.

Following her hand on her waist, Heather's eyes couldn't help but glance over.

Maybe it was because the tights were too tight, but Heather could even see the clear waistline between her waist and abdomen with the help of the distant lights... No, this is too rude.

Heather came to her senses and quickly looked away. The other party saved her life. Even if she accidentally glanced at him, she couldn't continue to stare at such a sensitive place.

...Hmm? Wait a minute?

On the other side, Ghost Spider seemed to have finally found someone to chat with, and kept talking:

"I have had a grudge with this guy since my debut, and there is also the big guy Kingpin who likes flying vultures. Why can't these guys let me worry less-"

"Gwen?"

The words stopped abruptly.

Ghost Spider was stunned for a moment, then looked at Heather: "G, Gwen? What Gwen... Oh, you mistook me for someone else, right? That must be a kind and amiable person..."

"You are Ghost Spider? Damn, I should have thought of it earlier."

Heather didn't listen to her explanation at all, and looked her up and down:

"Does Peter know about this? Or did you even hide it from Mr. George? Is this tights made of spider silk?"

Under the bombardment of a series of questions, Ghost Spider finally went crazy and pulled off the mask to reveal the familiar and pretty face of Heather, but at this moment his face was slightly red with anger:

"Wait a minute! Why You guessed my identity right away? Even my father didn't recognize me!"

"My senses are a little sharper than most people. Although you pretended to be hoarse, I can still hear a little of your original voice. And small movements, when you stand in one place and chat with people and are happy, you will slightly stand on your right foot and touch the ground with your toes, just like dancing ballet. And the gestures when you talk..."

"Okay, okay."

Gwen blushed more and more as she listened, and hurriedly stopped Heather from continuing:

"You usually observe others too carefully! Do you want to be a detective?"

Heather pursed his lips, and he didn't dare to say the most crucial point.

He is good at digitizing what he sees in his mind. The waist-to-hip ratio of 0.58 is not an ordinary data.

After a brief period of embarrassment, Gwen finally managed to calm down. She took off her hood and sat on the edge of the rooftop, looking at the night view of the city in the distance. She sighed softly: "Don't tell anyone, okay?"

"Of course. But I'm more curious about how you got this superpower." Heather sat not far from her and asked softly.

"... That's a long story."

"Are we busy now?"

"That's right."

Slowly, Heather learned from Gwen the origin of her superpowers. About half a year ago, she was accidentally bitten on the back of her hand by a genetically engineered experimental spider that escaped quietly during a visit to Osborne, and thus gained spider-like abilities.

Her body functions have become far superior to ordinary people. She can climb on vertical walls through biological static electricity, and has also gained a special ability to predict danger similar to the sixth sense. She calls it "spider sense".

At first, just out of curiosity and fun, she upgraded the biological cables simulated by Osborne Enterprises based on the silk of genetically enhanced spiders, and stored them in a small wrist ring transmitter.

In this way, she can use specific gestures to launch highly tough and soluble spider silk to achieve high-speed three-dimensional movement.

Then, she ordered a set of short-track speed skater tights from the Internet and changed it into a spider suit with good breathability and toughness to cover her true face.

Masking is not shy, but to protect close people from retaliation and persecution.

At the beginning, Gwen just wanted to emulate her father whom she admired and become an upright and reliable messenger of justice like him.

Even though she was slandered as a dangerous element and criminal by the Daily Bugle day and night, and even though she was hostile to the New York police as an "anarchist" and even asked to be arrested, Gwen had no intention of giving up.

She shuttled over the city every day, doing her best to save others and fight criminals.

Gradually, Ghost Spider became more and more famous, the area she patrolled became larger and larger, and the opponents she encountered became more and more powerful.

Unable to tell others about her experience and troubles as a superhero, loneliness and loneliness entangled Gwen's heart, forming a huge pressure.

The night breeze was cool. The girl sat on the edge of the roof and looked at the boy with glasses beside her:

"Now that I can tell you my true feelings, I feel a lot more relaxed."

Heather pushed up the frame of her glasses that had fallen down: "I heard that the police are chasing you. I know your intelligence but I don't report it. Is this considered an accomplice?"

"Don't worry, if I am really caught by the police, I will give you up as soon as possible." Gwen stuck out her tongue.

"Same here."

Heather stretched out her hand to Gwen: "In view of your poor performance in superhero image public relations, let me help you."

Gwen hesitated for a moment, and the long-term loneliness forced her to stretch out her hand.

"...Then you have to show some real skills to become my agent."

The two hands were tightly clasped together.