Son of Marvel’s God

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Chapter 379 Psychological Comfort

Tony gave Peter the modified spider silk launcher, and then sat on his seat, and continued to modify, starting his own armor.

Now it is impossible to delay for a moment, and waste a little more time, so that this family is more dangerous for a moment.

In any case, the family saved themselves when they were the most difficult, and they could not drag them into the water.

Although Tony didn't say anything, Peter was still beautiful.

After all, this is a product that his idol personally helped himself. He ca n’t wait to place the spider launcher on his wrist. He skillfully uses his usual firing posture, and the **** and the nameless finger bend inwards. The wrist shot sharply.

The force that the spider silk shoots out is obviously more powerful than what he designed before, which greatly improves the range of the spider silk.

Whether in the face of dangerous enemies or swinging, you can greatly increase your advantage.

"Thank you! Mr. Stark!" Peter bowed sharply with a spider launcher and said excitedly to Tony.

But Peter accidentally failed to control his strength, and the launcher accidentally pressed it down.

Then a spider thread hit Tony's chair.

The slide chair under Tony was not so stable, but second-hand escaped goods. The moment Peter got up, the spider silk was also driven, and Tony didn't do well at all, and was just thrown a heel.

With a clatter, even the neighbor living downstairs could clearly hear the sound of hitting the floor.

It just sounds very painful.

"Child! I think such a dangerous thing, you still don't have to play it." Tony stood up slowly holding the bed rail, and said to Peter with a pained face.

"Sorry!" Peter also realized that he was a little too excited.

When Tony was talking, the afterglow of the corner of his eyes could not help but deflect towards the crude suit not far away.

Although this shirt was sewn by Peter himself with stitches and stitches, it looked very simple. Not to mention anything protective.

Tony also seemed to think about it, and then he would repay the clever kid in front of him.

Tony pushed his skewed glasses and said: "I think your suit should also be changed. I will help you make a brand new suit when I get a chance. Although this time I will help you Thanks."

When he saw this child for the first time, Tony didn't know what was going on. He felt that this child would be very good in the future and might even become his own heir.

The kind of flashing point on his body made him very novel and unexpected. He felt that he had given a new suit to this child, and he never gave it to the wrong person.

The moment Peter heard the news, the whole person was stunned and couldn't believe what he heard.

His idol Tony Stark actually said he was willing to make a new suit for himself. It must be a very high-tech, very strong suit.

Peter just wanted to bow and thank again, but Tony stopped him and said, "Boy, if you still want me to make a battle for you alive, don't do it again. Now go out and test your new equipment, choose one Where there is no one, well, I want to continue working. "

Peter said nothing, jumped out of the window and started his daily training.

Watching Peter leave, Tony took a sigh of relief. He squeezed his eyebrows and eased the pressure on him. At this time a cup of hot cocoa appeared in front of them. He could clearly smell the scent of cocoa and the heat from it.

When Tony opened his eyes, he saw Aunt Mei holding a tea tray.

"Thank you!" Tony made a while, and only after a long time did such a word come out.

"Peter's kid just likes tossing something, thank you very much for your help." Obviously May had heard the conversation between the two people, especially the conversation in the new suit.

May knew exactly what kind of character Peter was. She watched Peter grow up. She knew that what Peter wanted to do could not be stopped by herself.

It is a pity that she has no ability to help Peter. Now that someone can help Peter, May is also very happy.

At least later Peter was not alone in the fight. If there are any difficulties, someone can help, and this person is still the famous Iron Man Tony Stark.

This is very reassuring. Tony Stark's combat suit should not be anything inferior, at least much better than the current sweater knitted hat.

"That kid is really good. The kid helped me a lot and even took out my pocket money. I think I should pay something in return, otherwise it would be too bad." Tony has no scruples. Took the cocoa on the table and took a sip.

Although the taste is not as delicious as expected, but at this time it was very heart-warming.

Tony doesn't know whether it's his psychological effect or whether this cup of cocoa really relieved his pressure. Maybe both are possible.

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Peter felt the new experience brought by the new spider launcher, screaming constantly on the streets of New York City.

After several blocks in a row, equipped with a new spider launcher, the speed of action has been improved a lot.

Originally going through these blocks, at least ten minutes were wasted, and now you can pass these blocks in less than ten minutes.

As for the power of these spider launchers, he still has no way to try them.

After all, there is no way for him to find a target that can be experimented. Although New York City often has criminals, it is not easy to find.

The city where you can find criminals at random is not New York, but Gotham.

Peter is happy on this side, the oncoming detector on the other side is too late to dodge.

One person and one machine collided perfectly.

The detector resisted most of the impact because of the shield, but Peter was not so lucky.

After Peter in the sweater hit the shield, the whole person was temporarily in a coma. Fortunately, there was a trash can at his falling point.

This kind of litter box is not the kind of litter box on the street that throws daily small garbage, it is the kind of large dustbin that can be stuffed into a dozen people.

The black trash bags in the trash bin became the best cushions, and Peter didn't feel much pain when he hit it.

But the impact still brought Peter back into a coma. Peter touched his aching head and looked at the sky.

He still didn't realize what he hit.

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