The world needs more heroes

The previous gap year suspension has been successfully ended. Philomena walked out of the administrative office of the Department of Literature of Empire State University. Not surprisingly, she saw Peter who had not been out of the laboratory for a long time at the door, and Peter and his relatives. Brotherly friends Ned and Harry.

She nodded lightly at the three of them. Harry Osborn seemed to think of something in an instant, reached out and hooked Ned Leeds' shoulder beside him, and raised his voice as if to explain something. : "It suddenly occurred to me that I still have something to do with Ned, Peter, wait until you go back by yourself!"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Ned and Peter's reply, the campus prince-like boy left Ned in his arms, leaving Peter in front of Philomena looking at each other, a little confused .

Philomena frowned slightly: "The two of them know?"

If it weren't for knowing that Peter had to go to fight for justice after school every day, it wouldn't make sense for the friendship of the three to only invite one other person to play, right?

Peter stretched out his hand and scratched the back of his head, and nodded silly: "Yeah, without the help of Harry and Ned, I'm afraid I'd be in trouble a long time ago... But I didn't tell them your identity is Don't worry, don't worry!"

"Your concealment skills are terrible." Philomena complained succinctly. In fact, even if Peter told the two of her identity, it wouldn't matter. After all, Peter became a superhero earlier than himself, but Harry and the inside De has not revealed the identity of the other party until now.

Is this the so-called trust between friends?

Philomena reached out and grabbed the shoulder bag that was about to slip off her shoulders. Today should actually be counted as summer vacation, but Peter's major needs to be tested, and Peter wants to graduate earlier. The credits for each semester The repair is very full, so the research topic can only be carried out in the summer vacation.

After dealing with her resumption of school, Philomena is going to go to the supermarket to buy some things today. She just moved house yesterday. After dinner with Kara and Peter, Philomena spent most of the day at home Put things in order, if it wasn't for Athena who could also summon a clone to help Philomena, and even transfer her consciousness to the clone when Philomena felt tired, and let her body sleep, she It may take two days to lie down after cleaning up, and it is impossible to get all the procedures done today.

"Are you going to Stark's?" Philomena looked at Peter's hasty steps, and for the first time said empathetically: "I have to go shopping, what else do you want to tell me? "

"Did you see it?" Peter smiled shyly, and took out a tightly sealed box from his bag: "Mr. Stark told me to give it to you, but it should have been given to you yesterday." , but I actually forgot."

Peter sounded annoyed, and Philomena nodded, reaching out to take the high-tech-looking box.

"This box is controlled by Mr. Stark's artificial intelligence butler. When you want to open it, you only need to use your voice to say open, and he will release the protection function when he detects the corresponding voiceprint...Ah, ah, I will be late I'm leaving Philomena first!" Peter patiently explained to Philomena, and then hurriedly left Empire State University under Philomena's gaze.

Philomena was standing on the clean sidewalk, the street was full of traffic, everyone was running, it seemed like they were racing against time.

It was as if the tsunami a week earlier didn't exist.

Philomena suddenly understood some meanings that she could not understand before. Time can indeed heal some wounds, although more often, it is just that too much time floods the memory and dilutes the clear memory points. .

The world is getting better and better.

Holding the box that Peter gave her in her hand, Philomena averted her eyes from the street, and walked briskly on the way home.

I learned how to make spaghetti bolognese from Alfred two days ago, this time it will definitely not be as burnt as last time, no, it will definitely not be overcooked like last time.

Filomina reached out and grabbed the shoulder bag on her shoulder again, put the small box in it, and set foot on the road she hadn't walked in two years.

The location of the supermarket near her home is still in Philomena's memory, and the road she went to has not been forgotten. The vendors on the street don't seem to have changed much in the past two years, just like Philomena's past two years Didn't leave here the same.

There is indeed a long distance between here and the place where Philomena once lived, but it is impossible for Philomena to call that place her [home].

She stepped into a supermarket filled with air-conditioning in the hot weather, the cool wind blowing on her body cleared away all the impetuosity of summer, the automatic door closed behind her, Philomena reached out and pushed the trolley , as soon as he pushed the cart and approached the shelves of the supermarket, he saw a sneaky figure passing by and walked directly to the counter.

The current time is weekday afternoon, and the people who will appear in the supermarket are usually housewives or freelance workers. Simply put, there are not so many people after get off work or at night, so according to statistics, this time is also the time when superheroes haunt the least .

That would have been the case, if Philomena hadn't been planning to buy something to keep in the fridge at home.

"You, what do you want to do?" A terrified voice came faintly from the direction of the counter, and Philomena heard the slightly trembling voice of the girl who was playing with her mobile phone out of leisure.

"Don't yell, open the cash register." The robber seemed to be familiar with this business, and Philomena couldn't hear any nervousness or fear in him.

The girl quietly took two steps forward, and with slightly narrowed eyes, she saw the man through the gaps in the goods on the shelf.

The hat T covered the man's face, and Philomena twitched the corners of her mouth slightly. Athena had already detected the nearby people before Philomena ordered, and blacked out the surveillance in the supermarket.

'solved? Philomena raised her eyebrows and asked in her mind, and Athena's voice sounded at the right time: [Yes, no one nearby has noticed your location. 】

Philomena smiled, and suddenly a figure appeared beside her. The figure wearing a blue cap and T-shirt looked youthful, and the mask and orange transparent eyepatch almost covered her entire face. Sneaker-heeled leggings make her look like a normal woman out for a jog.

If you ignore the high-tech device on her chest that looks very similar to Iron Man's reactor.

Philomena directly attached her consciousness to the newly summoned clone, and now she can control two bodies at the same time when she does not need high-intensity battles, but Philomena is a little worried that she will continue like this Will there be a possibility of schizophrenia.

According to Tim, he felt that everyone in his family—the Wayne family—may have a little mental illness, and Bruce should be the most seriously ill.

Then he was forced to fight Damian again, for [father's dignity] or something.

Anyway, Philomena doesn't think she needs to concentrate on fighting to deal with this little robber.

The girl flashed directly behind the robber, and the voice traveling through time and space even attracted the attention of the cashier. The pupils of the young working girl narrowed slightly, and she stared blankly at the robber's side. Holding two things that looked like graffiti spray guns, they couldn't see each other's faces clearly because of the masks.

"What are you looking at..." Seemingly noticing the sluggishness of the cashier, the robber said impatiently. While speaking, he glanced back at the cashier's line of sight, and was greeted by a figure quietly appearing behind him. I was taken aback, and subconsciously pointed the gun that was pointed at the cashier at the person behind me: "Fuck you!"

What Philomena was waiting for was the moment when he moved the gun away. After all, no one knew whether he would have time to press the trigger if Philomena attacked him directly.

It would be bad if you hit the cashier by mistake.

The character used by Philomena is an agent code-named [Tracer], and a pilot named Lena Oxton. Her flying skills are powerful and bold, and she was selected as a test pilot for the Overwatch prototype, but in the test flight During the process, there was a problem with the teleportation array of the prototype. Tracer had a symptom called [Time Dissociation], and the molecules that made up her body could not be synchronized with time. She often disappeared for hours or even days. Only then did it appear again.

However, with the help of Overwatch scientist Winston, Tracer can finally control her own time flow through the time accelerator, which even makes her one of the most unpredictable agents, and allows her to fight for her ideals .

Originally Tracer's original skin didn't have a mask, but Philomena created a new skin [Graffiti Painter] when opening the box. Although there are no special requirements for the appearance, this skin is still being extracted For a moment, it attracted all of Philomena's attention. Not only is there a mask to cover up the face, but the design and concealment of the skin are also perfect.

The pulse pistol disguised as a paint spray gun made her look like an ordinary street graffiti artist. The cap T and the well-designed sports pants made Tracer's long legs even more slender.

To the extent that even Philomena, who doesn't care much about her appearance, will fall in love with it at a glance.

And Tracer's skill is the reason why Philomena chose this role at this time. The moment the robber moved the gun to Philomena, she triggered Tracer's active skill [Flash], He dodged directly to the cashier's side, blocking the little girl behind him, and at the same time, the pulse pistol in his hand, which was disguised as spray paint, directly hit the robber's right hand holding the gun.

"I don't like people pointing guns at me very much──" the pleasant English voice rang in the robber's ears with the instant pain, and the supernatural being who suddenly appeared flashed in front of him again, and put his pistol that fell to the ground. The pistol kicked ten meters away, hit a corner and made a slight impact sound: "Disarm."

"It's time to surrender, sir."