[Zhongyingmei] After all, I'm not a devil

Lowering the brim of his hat, the man lowered his head, put his hands in his pockets, and walked out from the corner.

"Are you going to leave after doing something bad?" A mocking voice sounded from behind the man.

The man's body froze, he turned his head, squinted his eyes, the black and red spider suit caught his eyes, the man's Adam's apple slid up and down, and his little finger moved, "Spiderman!"

He had seen reports about Spider-Man before he came, but he never thought that his luck would be so bad that he would meet him!

"Of course it's me!" Spider-Man shoots out spider webs from the palm of his hand. His movements are nimble and agile, and he is no longer as jerky as before. Fighting is indeed a good way to grow quickly.

The man's little finger gently manipulated the books on the bookshelf behind Spiderman to float out. He spread his hands and took a step back, "I don't think I did anything bad."

"Really?" Spider-Man tilted his head, his body suddenly shot out like a bullet, almost instantly dodging the attack from behind towards his limbs.

Under the mask, Spiderman's eyes are like a hunter's, resolute and decisive.

If he doesn't make a move, that's all.

As soon as he shot, he went directly towards the man's hands.

The spider silk was tightly wrapped around the man's left hand. Obviously, Spider-Man had seen his shortcomings just now.

Spider-Man pulled off the man's left hand and lifted him up. At the same time, the man's right hand was beating as fast as playing a piano. paper.

Many people think that paper is harmless and fragile.

However, in fact, the lethality of paper is far beyond human imagination.

The edge of the paper is so sharp that it can easily cut a hole in a person's body, and if it gets wet and covers a person's mouth and nose, it can suffocate people.

The man easily manipulated pages of paper to form a human figure, from feet to body to head.

It was a figure of the same height and build as Spider-Man.

If they are painted with color and then painted with facial features, then when they stay together quietly, few people will be able to recognize the difference between them.

Spider-Man licked his lips, his body pressed down a little, and the figure followed his action.

Like the reflection in a mirror.

Spider-Man flicked to the right, and the doll flicked to the right, and Spider-Man squatted down, and the doll squatted down.

"Interesting." Spider-Man pulled the spider web wrapped around the man's left hand, raised his head, his eyes were burning, he rushed forward, "I want to see, what are your skills?"

The third floor of the library.

Coco was drinking Mocha coffee from Starbucks. While she was taking reading notes on her laptop, she casually raised her head and looked upstairs and downstairs. Peter's movements were a bit slow.

In fact.

Peter quickly took care of the figure.

But a police officer assisting BAU was caught by the man and became the man's hostage.

"Hee hee hee, aren't you very good? Why don't you do it?" The man manipulated the paper to cut the spider thread, while provoking Peter.

"H, Help!" The policeman burst into tears, already frightened and lost his mind.

There was no smile on Spider-Man's face, and just as he was about to move his feet, the man grabbed the police officer's throat forcefully, and while stepping back, he threatened: "Spider-Man, if you go any further and this man dies, then It was your fault."

"Woooooo..., I don't want to die." The policeman struggled desperately.

"Don't do it!" Hozner whispered to Peter.

Spider-Man gritted his teeth secretly, despicable!

"Haha, how powerful you are in the newspapers is actually nothing more than that." The man became more and more arrogant when he saw Peter throwing a mouse, he manipulated the paper to surround himself like an eggshell, "Poor Spider-Man , such an ordinary human being, what is the point of dying 1?! You are such an idiot!"

The man threw the policeman in his hand towards Spider-Man, then jumped out of the window, and the papers transformed into a pair of huge white wings behind him.

Peter casually fixed the policeman on the ground, kicked his right foot, and jumped out.

Crazy mutants like this, if they are not caught and brought to justice, will cause more terrible harm to society than ordinary terrorists.

The speed of the man is too fast.

This is not his first crime, so he is more and more familiar with how to escape.

The third floor of the library.

The movement upstairs had already disturbed everyone, some people ran away in a hurry, while some stood at the window pointing outside and said: "My God, Angel, and Spider-Man!"

Ke Ke slowly typed the last few words, put the book back to its original place, picked up the finished coffee cup on the table, squeezed into the crowd, "Trouble, let me go."

She walked to the window and said to the people crowded beside her, "Excuse me, can you take a step back? I have something to do."

Maybe it was because of her amazing aura, or maybe it was because of her good looks, everyone squeezed each other and took a step back, forming a circle around Ke Ke.

Ke Ke flexed her wrist. It's been a while since she played angrybird, so she doesn't know how the accuracy is.

The man's speed was getting faster and faster. He probably had investigated Peter beforehand, so he deliberately flew towards those open places.

Guessing that Spider-Man has been left far behind, a smug smile appeared on the man's face, so what about Spider-Man, it's not the same as being played around by him!

brush--

An unknown thing flew past Peter's eyes.

Peter hadn't had time to see what it was, and he didn't even have time to think about it, when he saw that thing hit the man heavily, and then, the man seemed to be hit by a truck speeding at 180 per hour, After being knocked into the air for a full ten meters, he fell from the sky.

Ke Ke patted the non-existent dust on her hands, and everyone around her was dumbfounded, staring at her with rounded eyes, as if they were looking at aliens.

No, perhaps it should be said that even aliens would not be so surprised.

After all, there must be aliens, but it is not scientific at all to throw people down with a Starbucks cup.

That cup is so light, how could it be thrown so far?

"You, no, are you the Olympic javelin throw champion?" Someone couldn't help asking.

Coco shrugged, "No, I'm just a small employee in a pizza shop."

Peter, who had caught the man back, almost fell from the air when he heard this.

His expression was complicated, he felt that something was wrong, but at the same time it seemed that there was nothing wrong.