[Comprehensive British and American] A vixen has no conscience

The largest hospital in Queens, New York, is still brightly lit even late at night.On the long corridor leading to the emergency room, the doctors and nurses were in a hurry. Their serious expressions combined with the white color of the hospital and the pungent smell of disinfectant made people unable to control their anxiety.

The boy with soft black hair sat on the chair at the door of the emergency room in a low mood, remorse, self-blame, fear, countless emotions joined hands to launch a horrific attack on the boy.He stared blankly at his blood-stained hands, and cracks gradually appeared in the protective film called reason.

He was about to collapse, the passing nurse took a look at the boy, and finally left with a sigh, she has no time to comfort the child now.

Tread Tat Tat!The sound of hurried footsteps came from the corner of the front corridor. The nurse looked intently, and a beautiful oriental girl ran over with a dignified expression.

Probably a friend or family member of the boy, the nurse thought.

The little fox really didn't expect that Uncle Ben would encounter such a thing. In her opinion, good people like him and Aunt Mei should be protected by God in the end.It happened so suddenly, she was a little dazed when she received the call, she quickly left Harry, ran to a hidden corner and teleported over.

"Peter!" Seeing the figure of the boy curled up on the chair from a distance, the little fox ran over again at a faster pace: "Peter, what's going on—" The little fox, who was about to ask Peter what happened, saw Peter's state Instantly received the question that came to his mouth.

The boy was really in a panic, his hands, body and face were stained with blood.He lowered his head, looking at his hands, his black eyes were empty and lifeless, and the air pressure around him was so low that it was hard to breathe.

"Peter?" The little fox softly called the boy.

The familiar soft female voice came to his ears, Peter's ears moved, and he slowly raised his head: "fox..." He opened his mouth, and the hoarse voice was obviously just shouting.

"Well, I'm here." The little fox gently patted the boy's head and comforted him: "Don't be afraid."

The gentle voice comforted softly, and the gentle soothing on the top of the head made the boy's nose sore.He pursed his lips tightly, his eyes turned red quickly, and the tears of fear and self-reproach could no longer be held back.

"It's all my fault!" The resisting emotions finally collapsed when he saw the little fox, and Peter's crying voice was full of self-blame and remorse: "I shouldn't have quarreled with uncle, and I shouldn't have run away. Come out! If I hadn't come out, Uncle wouldn't have been shot for looking for me. I saw the gangster, he stole, I didn't call the police, he..."

Through Peter's intermittent words, the little fox probably understood what was going on.Peter ran away from home after quarreling with Uncle Ben, and Uncle Ben had an accident when he came out to find him.As for the criminal who hurt Uncle Ben, Peter had seen him stealing things in the supermarket, but at that time he chose to stand by and did not call the police.

"I know, I know you already knew you were wrong, and you have to apologize to Uncle Ben when he wakes up." The little fox stretched out his hand to gently wrap his arms around Peter's body, and gently patted his back to comfort him. Said: "Don't cry, Uncle Ben doesn't like boys crying, he will be angry when he sees it."

Does he really have a chance to apologize to his uncle, Peter bit his lower lip tightly.

The little fox sensed Peter's uneasiness, so he raised his hand and rubbed his hair and said softly, "Let me tell you a secret." His fingers slid down to the boy's cheek and gently lifted his face: "Actually, I'm a very powerful magician."

Peter silently looked at the little fox, the despair in his eyes still undiminished.

"Really, I have cast a spell on Uncle Ben, he will be fine." The hand holding the wet wipe gently wiped the blood on Peter's face, the little fox coaxed softly, trying to make Peter calm down :"trust me?"

Peter looked up at the little fox's gentle and firm eyes, as if she was really an omnipotent magician and everything was under her control.

A pinch of flames called hope ignited in the heart of despair, probably because the other party's unwavering gaze was too firm, and Peter actually trusted her absurd words.

"He'll be fine, won't he?" Peter confirmed hoarsely.

"Yes." The little fox pinched Peter's face and smiled slightly.

Uncle Ben was shot three times, two in the stomach and one in the chest.Among them, the shot in the chest was the most deadly, and the bullet was close to the heart. Even the most powerful surgeon could not guarantee that the bullet could be safely removed.

At this time, the little fox began to rejoice that he came to this world with demon power.

Unobservable power wrapped around Uncle Ben's body, penetrating into his body to protect his heart veins.It wasn't until the doctor successfully removed all the bullets and sewed up the wound that the little fox secretly manipulated the demon power to slightly repair the inner wound, leaving only some superficial wounds that would not arouse suspicion.

When the doctor came out with a relieved smile on his face and announced the success of the rescue, Peter, who had been tense all the time, loosened his body and almost fell to the ground.

The little fox quickly reached out to support Peter: "Are you okay?" She asked with concern.

Peter shook his head and stood firm: "I'm fine." The tears that had stopped just now fell again.

"Why are you crying again?" The little fox looked helplessly at the little crying boy Peter, raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears on the boy's face: "Uncle Ben is fine, you should be happy."

"En!" Peter looked at the gentle little fox, sniffed his nose crying, and let out a warm hum.

...

Neither the little fox nor Peter told Aunt Mei about Uncle Ben's matter at the first time. They were both afraid that something might happen if Aunt Mei panicked.It wasn't until Uncle Ben's operation was successful that the little fox went home and took Aunt Mei to the hospital in person.

"Uncle and aunt, I'm sorry." Peter bowed his head and apologized to Aunt May and Uncle Ben who had woken up on the hospital bed.

Uncle Ben and Aunt May are very gentle people, and they can't be too angry with Peter who sincerely apologized.Besides, Peter was not to blame for the shooting. How could he have expected that a runaway from home would cause so many things.

Uncle Ben smiled at Peter, and his voice was still a little weak: "It's okay kid, it's not your fault, don't blame yourself too much."

"But the man who shot uncle..." Peter honestly said what he had done by doing nothing.

"Oh, you did not do it right." Uncle Ben said earnestly, "Don't look on like that next time. The so-called ability has great responsibility. If you encounter that kind of thing again, you have to do it within your power. Do something useful, like call the police."

With great ability comes great responsibility... Hearing Uncle Ben's words, Peter clenched his fist subconsciously.He looked down at his hands, and a bold idea gradually emerged in his heart.

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Recently, a very strange person appeared in New York. Those who adore him call him Spiderman, and those who hate him call him Spiderman.He is strong and strong like a cow, wearing a red and blue spider pattern tights, flying over the walls like a hero, catching criminals one by one with super strong spider silk, and sending them to prison.He is like a vigilante, present beside everyone, everywhere, as if he is your next-door neighbor.

"Your good neighbor, Spider-Man?" The little fox looked at the photo in the newspaper, among the tall buildings, a vigorous red figure was swinging in the air with one hand holding the spider silk.

"Isn't he handsome!" Sara excitedly shook the little fox's arm.

"Where are you handsome?" The whole body is covered so tightly that you can't tell what you look like at all, okay?

Peter, who was sitting behind the little fox, lowered his head in disappointment when he heard her words.

"That's right, look at the clothes he's wearing. It's really tasteless." Harry, who was sitting next to the little fox, snatched the newspaper from her hand and looked at the photo with disgust.

You have no taste!That's my well-designed battle suit, okay?Peter jerked his head up, glaring into Harry's profile.

"But this man's figure is pretty good." The color of the man's clothing in the photo made the little fox sound like a gentle and loyal man with big breasts. He is also dressed in red and blue, and also has tight tights that are a bit embarrassing.Thinking about it carefully, the few men I know who wear tights seem to be in good shape.

Peter's staring eyes froze, he moved his eyes to look at the little fox, and then looked back immediately.His figure... Actually, he's not that good. He's only been exercising for a while.The young man's cheeks were slowly turning red, and he couldn't help but want to laugh, but he was afraid of attracting others' attention, so he could only shyly lower his head and bury it in his arms and secretly laugh.

Peter was happy here, but Harry was upset on the other side. How is this spider monster in such a good shape!He glanced at the photo in the newspaper and snorted coldly.

Hiss!

"Hey!" Sarah stared wide-eyed, and before she could reach out, she saw the newspaper being torn into pieces by Harry: "What are you doing, I paid for this!"

"Hmph!" Harry sneered, and directly pulled out a hundred-dollar bill from his wallet and threw it into Sarah's arms: "You can buy as many newspapers as you want, but don't let me see them again, or you will tear one by one."

The little fox looked at Harry with a tense face, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Do you have money and no place to spend it?"

Harry snorted softly, with an arrogant expression that the young master was so rich: "I am willing."

The little fox sighed and shook his head.

"Come to dinner with me tonight." Harry still ordered the willful young master.

"No!" Before the little fox could speak, Peter behind her spoke first.

Swish, Swish, the little foxes Harry and Sara turned their heads at the same time.

"What's the matter with you!" Harry looked unhappy.

The little fox reached out and poked Harry, motioning him to stop talking: "What's the matter, Peter, what's the matter?"

What could he do, he just didn't want Fox to go to dinner with Osborne.Peter was taken aback by the question, and after a while he stuttered and said, "Uncle... Uncle said he will cook tonight, and he will be disappointed if you don't go back to eat."

Compared with Aunt Mei's cooking skills, Uncle Ben's cooking skills are almost at the level of a chef.It's just that he is usually lazy, so he rarely cooks.The little fox has only eaten a meal made by Uncle Ben once in this world, and the taste of the roast beef is really memorable.

"Really? Is Uncle Ben so diligent today!" The little fox widened his eyes excitedly: "Can he cook roast beef?"

"When... of course!" I will call my uncle in a while!Peter thought to himself.

"I can take you to a famous restaurant in Manhattan to eat roast beef." Harry said not to be outdone.

"Famous restaurant?" The chef should be very skilled.

"No matter how expensive beef is, it can't compare to uncle's craftsmanship, right fox?" Seeing that the little fox was shaken, Peter immediately followed suit.

"Uh... that's right." Uncle Ben's craftsmanship has a unique family taste.

"The roast beef in that restaurant is made by the chef himself."

"My uncle used to be a chef too!"

Sarah, who was on the side, looked at the little fox hesitating left and right in the middle. Out of some mentality, she spoke at this moment: "Why don't you come to my house, the oatmeal I make tastes good too."

"Go away!" Peter Harry said in unison.