Marvel's The Force Awakens

Over the next few days, Peter spent his lunch breaks with Gwen.They always sit together after receiving lunch, and they always seem to find endless topics to talk about.And Peter was also deeply fascinated by Gwen.

She was smart, beautiful, and most importantly, had almost the same sense of humor as him.His lame jokes in the eyes of others always made her laugh, and her occasional retorts always made him laugh.

Peter felt that maybe this was what the novel calls love at first sight.If there is a girl like Gwen as his girlfriend, Peter feels that his life will be worth it.However, he still wasn't sure what Gewen was thinking.

It's definitely not enough to say that he hates him, but Peter feels that it's still a long way from liking him.He himself was also quite worried about whether he should thicken his face and launch an offensive directly against Ge Wen.But to be honest, as a newbie among newbies, he had no idea how to start chasing girls.And whenever he had this thought, Mary's face always appeared in his mind.

Damn it, what were you thinking?Peter would always rub his face vigorously to try and get her out of his mind.

She's just a friend.

She doesn't like me, she just gets pleasure from teasing herself.

She's just a bad girl.

Peter finally tasted the trouble caused by a girl for the first time in his life, and all kinds of messy thoughts came out of his mind almost all day long.

Although this didn't keep Peter awake at night, it was quite obvious in his control of the Force.When he was in this distress, the Force he controlled seemed to be fundamentally different.It becomes more violent and more difficult to control finely.But correspondingly, its power seems to be more powerful.

Harry quickly discovered what was going on between Peter and his crush.As this nerd's best friend, Harry felt that he had to fulfill his responsibilities as a best friend.On Monday morning, Harry came early to Peter's morning route, bought a cup of coffee with him, and then went to the internship together.

"You usually don't show your face at school and look sullen. But you turn out to be a big deal when you act." Harry snickered and chatted with Peter about his gossip. "Love Saint, you are the real Love Saint."

"We are just good friends now." Peter found that when his friends started to enter gossip mode, the number of times he sighed helplessly also increased dramatically.

"Yes, yes, he is your latest good friend who will take my place." Harry's expression was just marked with the words "I don't believe it." "Tell me the truth, you and her have reached that point, holding hands, kissing... or more."

"Nothing, but we talked about what our favorite brand of potato chips was, so that counts," Peter replied honestly.When Harry saw him like this, he could only sigh.

"Right." Harry suddenly thought of something. "So now that you are in love with this chick, what should the fire-haired lady do?"

"Fire-Haired Lady" Peter pretended not to understand, but Harry mercilessly exposed his disguise.

"Pretend, keep pretending." Harry said contemptuously. "I haven't called her this nickname once or twice. Tell me, what are you going to do when Mary Jane comes back? She has always been interested in you."

"Interesting to me" Peter chuckled. "You're mistaken, she just thinks I'm funny. Those actions are just her game."

Harry snorted. "It's just a game. You've seen her treat other people the same way."

Peter fell silent.

In front of the Osborne Building, Peter saw Gwen waiting at the door from a distance.A strange smile appeared on Harry's face.He patted Peter on the back and walked away without saying a word.

"Good morning." She greeted with a smile.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the internship ended.Peter uncharacteristically refuses the offer to go shopping with Gwen.Ge Wen looked a little surprised, but didn't say much.Although Peter felt reluctant to give up, he had more important things to do tonight.

Thinking about the thirty thousand dollars that he had not yet received, Peter's heart became hot.

The mysterious people picked up the goods near midnight.Darkness makes it easier for them

to carry out his own activities, but at the same time, Peter was able to cover his tracks more easily.

The transaction took place outside a private garage in Hell's Kitchen, New York.This is the territory of Hellhound members and one of the few formal stores they control.

The Hellhounds are considered a veteran underworld force in Hell's Kitchen, and are a rather strange organization in all respects.They are an association of motorcycle enthusiasts, but the main activities of this association include gang fights, robberies, and various violent activities. They are also good at smuggling various prohibited items.

Generally speaking, they are a small force with quite strong combat power but little oil and water.This feature has also allowed them to survive the shuffling of New York over the past 20 years.After all, no one or force is willing to compete with such a hedgehog.

Peter went home, changed his gear, and went out for a walk when it was almost dark.Weasel had told him in advance to go to his place and meet him before taking action.He had something to answer for.

After seeing what the weasel prepared for Peter, Peter was a little dumbfounded.

A set of black and red tights, and a red helmet with goggles that covered most of his face, with a rather cartoon-style skull painted on it.

"What is this?" Peter asked, a little dumbfounded.

"A superhero should look like a superhero and wear rags with enough grace," Weasel said plausibly. "As our bar's iconic superhero, you can't disgrace us."

"Then you gave me these tights to wear. How did you know my model?" Peter picked up the clothes on the table, weighed them and put them back.This thing was much heavier than he expected.

"This tights is not an ordinary tights." Weasel was a little dissatisfied. "I found this made by a good caster. Although that guy is a bit of an idiot, his workmanship is absolutely top-notch. This suit is made of high-quality bulletproof materials, which is enough to withstand small-caliber bullets from a certain distance." The protection ability for knives is even better.”

Like a salesman, the weasel kept talking about the various benefits of this costume, and finally threw it directly into Peter's hands.

"More importantly, it is much lighter and more flexible than traditional body armor. It will not affect various movements. The cost of this piece of clothing is more than [-], and it is priceless." Weasel Finally ending his tirade, he looked at Peter with a country bumpkin look.

"Okay, okay, I'll just take it. You haven't answered my other question yet. How do you know the model of my clothes?"

The weasel's expression suddenly became subtle.

"You know Purple Eyes?" he asked in a low voice.

"Yeah, of course." Peter nodded.

Zi Yan is one of the few female mercenaries in this bar, and she is also the most skilled person in the entire bar.She is not too old, only in her 20s, not much older than Peter.There was a horrific scar on her face that extended from her forehead to the lower left side of her chin, completely ruining her otherwise outstanding appearance.

Her origins are quite mysterious, and she seldom communicates with other people in bars.Sometimes some newbies who don't know what the world is up to will treat her rudely, but their end is usually that their hands and feet are broken and thrown out of the tavern.

Peter didn't understand why Weasel suddenly mentioned her, and the interaction between them was basically zero.

At this time, the weasel laughed contemptuously. "She saw your figure right away. She must have taken a liking to you, the little gentleman. She also paid for this outfit. The only requirement is to give you her phone number. I can I’m not so kind to help you with this kind of money.”

"Eh..." Peter was immediately stunned by this divine unfolding.He turned over the tights and saw a piece of paper with a line of numbers taped to the buttocks of the tights.

"Boy, I've met your beauty. Don't look at Zi Yan's face. According to my evaluation, her figure is absolutely top-notch. And so far, it seems that no one here can tame this tigress. This is a big deal. The glory of

Peter could only put away the note with her phone number in embarrassment, crumpled it into a ball and stuffed it into his pocket.

He had already made up his mind to throw away such hot things as soon as he got home.