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Dolores felt ominous when she heard the distant gunshot approaching. The gunshots ranged from far to near, and there might be mixed with roars one after another: "Grab him!!" "Above!"

Peter is being hunted! !She leaned on the railing and stood up, staring across the street longingly.

The red and blue figure of Peter appeared, and he vigorously turned over the water pipe erected on the roof of the opposite building and shouted to this side: "Run!!!"

Following his shout, seven or eight gangster thugs with weapons poured out of the alley, some with steel pipes in their hands, some with baseball bats wrapped in wire, and some even had guns in their hands!

They shouted and looked for Peter, yelling with anger on their faces.

At this time, the gun in a man's hand suddenly dropped, and it went up into the air one after another. The guns and steel pipes in the hands of several people suddenly floated up, and then swished towards the hardware store opposite. The store's signboard smashed in the past, and it fell to the shelf below with a crackling sound.

Dolores squatted down without saying a word, covering her head to hide, the back of her hand hurt from being hit by a black cock, she grinned and dared not shout out.

Can't control it!It hurts so much.

When the thugs on the street were in a panic, a spider thread came through the air and stuck to a person, and at the other end was Peter on the top of the building. Silka flew up, and then bumped headlong against the lamppost. Peter swung his spider webs and whizzed past them, and several of them were immediately kicked out.

Dolores manipulated a trash can and knocked one out. The man ran away screaming, yelling, "Ghost! Ghost!!" before falling over.

Seriously, if the situation wasn't right, she could have laughed out loud on the spot.

A limping old man ran out of the alley panting with a gun in hand, yelling in a hoarse voice: "You!! Spiderman! Go to hell!!"

His gun pointed at Peter who was throwing a big man over his shoulder neatly, and Dolores' scream almost appeared at the same time as Peter's dodge: "Behind!!!"

The gunshots rang out, the bullet almost brushed against Peter's arm, it hit a car parked across the street through the air, the glass exploded and shattered all over the floor, the siren sounded immediately, Ula-Ula's piercing blare .

A spider web stuck to old Nick's waist bag, and he pulled it suddenly, and old Nick fell to the ground, spinning and throwing it far away. Peter grabbed Old Nick's waist bag with one hand, and flung out the spider web with the other. Also pull over.

He happily looked at the things in his hand, and said to the old Nick on the ground: "Don't move, you are under arrest."

"Peter!" Dolores' voice called from behind.

He turned his head and saw Dolores floating unsteadily from the roof of the building to the ground. She tried her best to raise her hands to keep her balance, but she still staggered when she landed.

After Dolores landed safely, a lot of guns and weapons fell from the roof one after another, hitting the ground with ping-pong-pong.She wore a hood that hid her face, and trotted over the mess on the ground toward him.

"What now, wait for the police?" she asked, having to turn up the volume of the car siren behind her so loudly.

"Don't worry." After the near-miss victory, Peter seemed relaxed. He jumped around the crowd to collect weapons and evidence, and wrapped them into a big ball with spider silk.

"Take care of the scene before the police come," Peter said.

Dolores jumped up immediately: "I can help!!!"

She said before that she wanted to be an excellent combat logistics.

Dolores put the trash bin dumped on the side of the road back to its original place, stretched out her hand, controlled the scattered garbage flying everywhere and the broken window glass inside and outside the car, gathered them up and put them back into the trash bin. The bullet holes on the face and lampposts were also repaired. Finally, she walked to the car that was still sounding the siren persistently. It looks very old, and there are dried red wine marks on the seat.

On the dirty car window, Dolores wrote 'Sorry for your original window glass' and a smiley face.

Peter tied everyone to the street lamp, and when he heard the approaching sirens in the distance, he said to Dolores, "It's done, we should go."

Dolores pulled the hood up: "Okay, let's go, let's have some supper!"

"But I have to go to school tomorrow."

"It's late enough now, it doesn't matter if it's two hours later..."

The last scene in the surveillance is the back view of two young people walking leisurely side by side in Frederick Street. Behind them, under the illumination of street lamps, each post is tied to a hapless gang member, either in a coma or in a coma. It's a groan, like a burlesque actor on a stage taking his last ray of light.

There was a piece of window glass on the front hood of the old-fashioned car that was harmed by innocent people. Drug pockets, and some crude weapons.

The sirens blared incessantly, and the dusty rear window had a drawing of a cartoon spider next to it in small print: YOUR NEIGHBORHOOD SPIDER-MAN, AND HIS BEST pal D.

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Lunchtime at Midtown High always seems to be extraordinarily lively.

Dolores took a big bite of her sandwich while staring at her phone: "Do you know the Twitter accounts of Black Widow and Captain America?"

"Of course! Now who doesn't know that their private account was picked up by everyone, look, they changed their ID to an official name a few days ago."

Ned turned on his phone, and the homepage of Black Widow was displayed on the screen. The profile picture was a headshot. The beauty with red curly hair looked at the camera and smiled. That charming and sexy face looked extraordinarily official. Tasha Romanoff's profile is 'Avengers - Black Widow', but only a selfie of greeting is left under her personal dynamics.It should have been quickly emptied when netizens found out.

Dolores clicked on Steve's homepage, and found that the original veteran had also been changed to 'Steve Rogers'. The profile also said 'Avengers - Captain America', and there was nothing underneath, not even a dynamic greeting .

She clicked on the private message with Steve before, and the sneak shot of the physical education video sent to him some time ago is still there, but he hasn't replied until now. She wonders if Steve just abandoned it because he was disturbed by netizens This is the number.

Michelle asked suspiciously: "They still use trumpets? How did they find out?"

Ned said: "Well, it seems that Tony Stark suddenly paid attention to the two of them, and then publicly @them...."

"... Was it intentional???" Michelle twitched the corners of her mouth.

"It's a pity. Some time ago, there were still some daily tweets they used to post on Twitter. Although there were not many, now there is nothing, and now even the screenshots will be deleted." Ned said full of regret.

"I wish they'd rebuild a trumpet so I could..."

Michelle shattered Ned's fantasy mercilessly: "No, even if there is still a trumpet, it is impossible for you to find it."

Ned still did not give up: "That is also a glimmer of hope! It is possible that every stranger on the Internet may be Black Widow and Captain America..."

Michelle said lightly: "Compared to this, you might as well look for Spider-Man's account, he may be by our side."

Dolores: "?????"

Peter: "!!!!!!!"

Ned looked puzzled: "What? Why?"

Michelle pursed her lips and shrugged: "Look at the videos on YouTube, Spider-Man looks like a teenager, with a voice and figure, oh yes, don't you think he talks a lot? It's too lively, I guess he should be a young man, High school at most, and some people on the Internet noticed that he was always wandering around in Queens, I don’t know which middle school he is a student, it is also possible in Midtown.”

Peter was so nervous that he deformed the empty Coke can under the table, which attracted a puzzled look from Michelle.

Ned smashed the table excitedly: "What!! Spiderman may be our classmate!!!"

Dolores stuffed the sandwich into her mouth as naturally as possible: "Not necessarily, there are so many schools in Queens, the chances don't seem to be high."

Peter nodded vigorously: "Yes! Look who in our school looks like a superhero, hahahaha." He laughed dryly a few times.

Michelle picked up her phone and clicked on a YouTube video: "Speaking of Spider-Man...have you seen this?"

She turned the phone screen towards everyone: "A video was circulated yesterday. There was a gang fight in the Frederick block a few nights ago. Guess what happened? It's Spider-Man! And there's a new hero, with him !"

On the screen of the mobile phone is a surveillance clip recorded by the mobile phone. The picture quality is not very clear or black and white, but it is clear that the group of gangsters in the surveillance can be seen standing on the street waving weapons and patrolling left and right. The weapons in the game suddenly rose into the air and flew towards the opposite side of the street. Spider-Man jumped down from the roof and dealt with them cracklingly. An obviously female figure in a black hood appeared on the screen In the middle, the two talked for a few words, and the hooded woman began to manipulate the garbage on the ground to float up and throw it into the trash can.

The ground of the street immediately became cleaner than before the fire.It took less than 10 minutes from the start of the fight to the victory. Afterwards, they actually started to clean up the mess after the battle diligently. The two figures jumped up and down to clean up the scene, and then walked away slowly. .

At the end of the video, Michelle clicked on the popular Twitter with her fingers like flying fingers: "Look at this, the tweet sent by the owner of the old car whose window was broken by the drug dealer. They left a message on it."

Thank you so much, Spiderman and Mysterious D, for fighting criminals and helping me pack my car :D. ps: In fact, the windows of the co-pilot and the windows of the driver's seat are different... so I may not be able to use them, but it doesn't matter, my car has insurance! ! [Figure][Figure][Figure][Figure]

There are four pictures below, one is the window glass on the front cover of the car and the words on it, the second is Peter’s painting and message on the rear window, and the third is a panorama, photographing the empty car The window of the driver's seat and the mess on the roof, the last one is a selfie of the owner laughing heartlessly with the car, standing beside the windowless old car with his thumbs up joyfully, As if the car behind him was not his, he smiled and showed his eight teeth. Maybe everyone can feel his palpable excitement and happiness.