Ghost Swordsman in Marvel World

After getting out of the agent's car, Zhang Fan found a random place to squat down, and then took out the glass bottle.

If there is anything he is more interested in in Marvel, the spider that bites Spider-Man is undoubtedly at the top of the list.Because in Marvel, except for heroes like Iron Man and Batman whose abilities are money, most of the other heroes' abilities cannot be copied, or the risk of copying is very high.For example, the gamma rays that created the Hulk, do you dare to irradiate them?Another example is the soul contract signed between Ghost Rider and Mephisto. Do you dare to sign it?Therefore, compared with these dangerous things that are very difficult to acquire, it is extremely easy and enjoyable to acquire a small spider that can send it to death with just one kick.

Staring at the spider carefully, Zhang Fan wanted to see something different, but to no avail.The spider that created Spider-Man looks similar to the one shown in the movie, with red and blue colors, but it is smaller than the one in the movie, only about half the size of a pinky finger. It is ordinary and has nothing outstanding about it.

"Can this thing bring out Spider-Man? Does it depend on your reputation?"

Zhang Fan muttered, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind - Do you want me to let him have a bite too?

As soon as such an idea appeared, he nipped it in the bud.Although flying over walls is indeed cool, and Spider Sense is also a very good passive skill, Zhang Fan can't help but think of shooting a stream of turbid liquid out of his hand every time he fights. A chill.Besides, although he is not a non-chief, he is at least an elite warrior in the tribe who is the best at spearing and blowing arrows. He can guarantee that if he is bitten, he will never mutate into some kind of Spider-Man. It is estimated that his genes It was most likely that the chain would break and turn into a pool of pus. Besides, whether the spider could bite his skin was another question.

After recovering from his wandering thoughts, Zhang Fan put the bottle containing the spider back into his pocket.Although the actual usefulness of this thing is not that strong, at least it can be regarded as the father of Spider-Man, and it still has a certain collection value. If a scientific research class can be set up in the future, it will probably promote a lot of research with the blood of Spider-Man. schedule.

After putting away his things, he looked at the time. Well, it was still morning. In terms of time, it was enough for him to get excited.So after thinking for a while, Zhang Fan planned to go to the Statue of Liberty. Although he had seen this stuff on TV a lot, in reality, Zhang Fan had never seen it in real life. Besides, he had heard about the Statue of Liberty. Like being maimed by Magneto, which makes it even more worth seeing.

So with inexplicable excitement, Zhang Fan hailed a taxi.

"Hey, buddy, where are you going?" As soon as he got in the car, a black man with big teeth asked this question in an almost rap tone.

"statue of Liberty."

"No one is allowed to go in anywhere. If there is anything interesting to see, would you like Bob to recommend you a super fun place." The black driver named Bob showed a smile that only belonged to an experienced driver.

"No need." Zhang Fan refused, joking. If it were the old driver's smile like this, he would probably have half-heartedly rejected it. No, he should have swiped his card and got on the bus with a green light in his eyes.But under Stephen's offensive and external pressure, Zhang Fan has gained considerable resistance in this regard. Well, the consumption of tissues is still a bit high at night.

"Hey, friend, you have to believe Bob. Bob will never deceive any foreign friends." Bob drove the car. Although the words in his mouth were not broken, he drove the car in an unambiguous way. It's not an exaggeration to describe it in eight words. This reminded Zhang Fan of the old drivers in the mountain city.

The car drove very fast, and after a while, Zhang Fan arrived at the Statue of Liberty. The construction workers sealed the area around the Statue of Liberty and no one was allowed to enter.From a distance, we can see that half of the Statue of Liberty is left. Many workers are banging on the Statue of Liberty like ants. It seems that it is not just maintenance, but renovation is also part of this project.

"Hey, friend, Bob didn't lie to you, it's not fun here at all!" Black Bob leaned on the car, lighting an unknown cigarette and puffing away smoke.

Zhang Fan nodded and realized that there was really nothing to see, so he turned around and got into the car, "Take me to the nearest Chinatown."

"Hey, okay boss!" Bob took a long drag on the cigarette and then pinched it off. This trip was enough for him to be excited for a while.

After another round of driving, Zhang Fan came to the nearby Chinatown, sent Bob away with a ticket, and walked around alone.

Although it is called Chinatown, there are not many Chinese people in it, and most of them are foreigners.However, compared to the outside, there were still quite a lot of Chinese people inside, which gave Zhang Fan the illusion of returning to the past.There are quite a few of the more famous Chinese products in it, including food and drinks. However, after eating it, Zhang Fan said that the taste was not authentic enough. The main reason was that it was not spicy enough, and the secondary reason was that it was a little too sweet. I guess it was. The changes were made to cater for the tastes of foreigners, but for Zhang Fan, it was still a good experience.

Just walking and stopping along the way, Zhang Fan ate a lot and saw a lot of things. Many of them he had never seen or eaten before. He had a great time. If he met someone who was not busy, The fellow villagers could still chat for a few words. Although Zhang Fan didn't know much about his hometown in this world, it was pretty much the same, and the two sides had a pleasant conversation.One of the fellows mentioned that there are many shops selling antiques here. They said they were antiques, but in fact they sold more amulets, such as cinnabar and yellow paper, and they were said to be more effective. This inevitably made Zhang Fan mention it. interest.

Looking at the Marvel world, especially New York, it is being demolished every few days, and it is almost impossible to have a good time afterwards.Looking at the East, there has never been any reports of monsters, aliens, or alien invasions. It has always been calm.Is it true, as my friend said, that there really is a Tathagata, Buddha, Jade Emperor, controlling our place?

So he found a relatively famous shop and Zhang Fan got in.

As soon as he entered the door, Zhang Fan found that it was very lively inside. Various beautiful amulets were placed in transparent glass cabinets. When soft light was shined on them, some things that were not sure whether they were glass or gold powder sparkled, regardless of their efficacy. The appearance alone is enough to make people pay to buy these things back.

"Hello, do you need anything? We have all kinds of amulets here." A Chinese clerk wearing a cheongsam came over.

"Are these the only things you have here?" Zhang Fan asked, speaking in Chinese.

"Sir, what do you mean?" The clerk also changed the language to Mandarin.

"I want something special, well, at least something better than the one you have." Zhang Fan said.Sure enough, compared to the newly born mysticism of the Ancient One, things from China's long heritage are more worthy of study.Even the amulet worn by a shop assistant is more obscure and more secretive than the fluctuations produced by the wand carried by Wang. Of course, in terms of quantity, Wang's wand completely beats this amulet.

"Okay sir, please follow me!" The clerk's attitude became more respectful and led Zhang Fan up to the second floor.

(Sent the signing contract. I am very happy that I was able to sign the contract.)