I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

The Queen.

A car thief expertly inserted a steel ruler into a gap in the glass.

Because of his nervousness, he habitually licked his lips with the tip of his tongue.

Following the movement of his hand, the car door clicked.

The door lock opens.

He smiled and opened the door.

Putting his hand on the door handle, a white sticky substance similar to spider silk fell on his hand.

"My hair..." He tried several times, but couldn't pull his hand out of the car door.

He grabbed it with his other hand and tried to pull it away.

Another thread of spider silk came, and his two hands were stuck together.

A man wearing what looked like pajamas transformed into a battle suit somersaulted onto the roof of the car.

"You've been caught, Mr. Thief."

The thief looked confused, "Fuck! Did you do this?"

"I just bought new clothes!"

Well, isn’t the point of getting caught?

The first time Peter acted chivalrously, he really couldn't keep up with the opponent's thinking.

"Ahem, you should go to the police station to reflect on yourself!" Peter said righteously.

He probably thinks of himself as Captain America.

The thief motioned for Peter to come closer, and Peter innocently did so.

The thief whispered in his ear, "Fake Squid!"

"Okay, you should also reflect on your mouth." Peter put the white sticky substance on the thief's mouth with his backhand.

Just as he was about to put his hands on his hips and feel proud, a scream came from another street.

"My bag!"

"Sorry, I have to go to the other people first. Don't worry, I have already called the police for you."

Peter chatted a bit before leaving. If his mouth hadn't been blocked, the thief would have wanted to continue greeting the little brat.

After being bitten by a spider, Peter found that he had changed a lot.

His eyesight has become better, and his speed and physical strength have also doubled.

He can climb on smooth walls at will.

The white goo that shot out was a prop of his own concoction, although it was strange to see a teenager lifting several tons of high-tech material out of his hands.

But this is Marvel, and Peter, who has had a bright brain since he was a kid, does this reasonably well.

The man who snatched the bag had not run ten meters before he was subdued by Peter's divine justice.

The lady in the red dress with a deep V, who had regained her belongings, was running in waves, saying thank you again and again.

"You're welcome." Peter was dazzled by the ambitious lady, and he hurriedly turned around and left like Tarzan swaying through the steel jungle.

A camera with a red dot landed on Peter.

Peter scratched his head strangely, as if he felt someone was watching him.

His super strong spider sense allows him to detect almost everything.

The camera's red dot disappears.

Ivan, who was far away in an underground base in New York, looked at the picture on the computer and touched his growing beard.

"New superhero? Interesting."

His feud with Stark ended in a draw, which also meant that the feud would continue.

Fighters were upgraded from the third generation to the fifth generation.

I have to say that his iteration speed is really too slow.

Tony has also slowed down, which is better than the generations of updates during the anxiety disorder period.

The two of them had a tacit understanding, and they both chose to start moving closer to the Nano Armor.

Perhaps there is no need for too much discussion among geniuses. The fifth generation of Ivan’s Fighter upgraded the weapon box through nanotechnology.

This allows him to equip more weapons and play more combat modes.

Magic space transfer technology is even already being developed.

That is to replicate the Apparition.

The Second Alliance has been in a free-range state since its creation.

They don't have the experience of gathering together for multiple battles like the Avengers.

"Ding."

When the door opened, Ivan sat on the chair and said without looking back, "What's the gain?"

Dax, who was covered in blood, took off the helmet of his blue suit and put it aside, and took off his empty throwing knife belt and put it aside.

"Hell's Kitchen is a lot quieter now, but some guys are starting to become cults."

Ivan walked over and picked up his helmet for inspection. He looked at the empty belt and said, "A tough battle."

"Chitauri technology is being sold on the black market, and Ferdinand is investigating at Tallarn Industries."

Dax took off his armor layer by layer, revealing his powerful muscles.

A hideous scar on his back proved that John was not just having a little trouble when he was gone.

The wild hunting knight caught him off guard. If it weren't for the super spine, he would have been cut in half under that sword.

"Maybe it wasn't spread in Tallan Industries," Ivan called his artificial intelligence Katyusha and took Dax toward the base. "The Avengers and Stark Industries also have Chitauri technology. .”

"That requires our investigation."

In a pure white room, a cabin like a regenerated cradle is placed there.

Ivan walked over skillfully and pressed a few times on the machine.

The machine turns on and Dax steps inside.

Waves of condensation gas came out of the closed hatch.

This is a brand new medical product created by Dr. Helen and Ivan, the Spiritual Egg House.

It has a very good relaxing effect on veterans with PTSD.

Dax has basically stabilized his mood, but after killing, he occasionally becomes indistinguishable between friend and foe.

This situation began six months after John left New York.

The Spiritual Egg Room was specially made for him.

Now Dax occupies a position in the FBI, and Ray takes over as the branch director, making him an effective general.

The investigation on Night Ghost is still continuing in the bureau, but it has come to a standstill.

Lei insisted that he had investigated everything in the bureau and found no Night Ghost or Night Ghost's internal agents.

The FBI could only let it go.

Ivan opened a box and inside were three capsules.

He pulled one out and said to Dax, "Where did this come from?"

"It's also a harvest from the black market." Dax closed his eyes to rest, "It's probably someone reselling it."

Ivan stared at the capsule and said, "This cannot be explained in one sentence."

"This is for internal use. Not many people in Taran Industry have it." Ivan closed the box and put it in his pocket. "I took the stuff. It seems that someone is eyeing Taran Industry."

Dax had fallen asleep.

Ivan shrugged, "I'll take it as your promise."

He turned and left.

Before leaving, he thoughtfully turned off the lights for Dax.

As soon as Ivan walked out of the base, he was startled by a voice.

"How is Night Ghost doing?"

"For God's sake, can't you make some noise?"

Matt came out next to the streetlight wearing a suit. He had just solved a case.

Ivan got into his rough pickup truck, and Matt got in unceremoniously.

"He was covered in blood. If I didn't know he was investigating the black market, I would have thought he went out and massacred a town."

When Matt heard this, he said silently: "John has been gone for too long."

"Only he can make Night Ghost obey."

"He might go back to his magical little house." Ivan started the car and said casually, "He can't always solve the problem for us."

As John's recognized benchmark for justice in the Second Alliance, Matt has some concerns about Night Ghost's actions.

But he couldn't restrain Night Ghost. That guy killed all the underground organizations not long ago.

The incident created as much of a stir as when King was taken to jail.

"You want me to take you home?" Ivan said after completing the U-turn, "I just happened to be on my way to Hell's Kitchen."

"What? You got a new girlfriend?"

"Nonsense, I really love Lucy." Ivan saw Matt's mocking expression. He really wanted to punch the tall bridge of his nose and said angrily, "That damn Valery Jovo Norwich has sent more than twenty people to the hospital in the underground arena.”

"If I don't take him away, the underground forces in Hell's Kitchen will hunt him down."

"I think John's uncle is very good," Matt said with a raised eyebrow, "especially Alexei."

"That's when you haven't seen him use a knife to separate nerves." Ivan sneered, "In the whole Jovonovich, he is the most annoying."

It seems that Ivan has a bigger opinion on Alexei than Valery.

After arriving in Hell's Kitchen, Ivan and Matt said hello and left.

He walked into an underground arena.

Passion and shouting are always the most stimulating sports.

In the Octagon, a shirtless man with a short head knocked out the bones of the retired boxer opposite him with one punch.

Blood splashed on the face of the woman outside the octagonal cage. Not only was she not afraid, she even let out a high-pitched scream, clasping her fingers on the octagonal cage and shaking violently.

Valery struck a victory pose and screamed louder.

Valery smiled like a child, it was more fun outside.

"Valery." Ivan said in the car with a look of disgust.

When he saw Valery, his smile could be said to be brilliant.

There's nothing you can do about it, this stupid idiot, as long as your surname is not Jovonovich, he can punch your brains out.

Ivan was not wearing a battle armor, and he did not want to try the fist that could beat a three-meter brown bear to death.

When Valery saw him, he smacked his lips in regret.

It seems that today's activities are over.

The women around them screamed at Valery to sleep with her.

Savage, bloody, debauched.

This is the underground arena.

One-night stands are as common as contraband here.

Ivan, who is not a superhero at all, turns a blind eye to what is going on around him.

He just wants to send this killing machine back as soon as possible.

...

Peter thought he would get a nice name.

Names like Iron Man and Hulk make you feel powerful when you hear them.

As a result, when he heard the masked Spider-Man from others, he heard the good neighbor Spider-Man instead.

Good Neighbor Spider-Man.

This made him very depressed. It sounded like he was the kind of good neighbor who swept the floor and took out the trash for others.

He missed John a little.

Maybe that would give me a better name.

Far away at Hogwarts, John sneezed, as if someone was thinking of him.

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