Simultaneous travel: all abstract fun people

Chapter 109: New Yorkers’ good neighbor, Ghost Spider!
Marvel Universe, New York.

In the forest of steel and concrete, as soon as the neon lights come on, the whole city automatically transforms into a theme park of crime.

Don’t ask why superheroes always like to work overtime at night. It may be because they don’t have five social insurances and one housing fund and have to buy their own work injury insurance.

Deep in an alley where even rats think the security is too bad, a few ruffian African brothers are counting their spoils and checking the results of their zero-dollar shopping.

One of the thugs clutched his thin wallet and muttered bitterly:

"This guy's business seems to be booming, so why is there only three crumpled Franklins in his wallet?"

Another thug shrugged and said nonchalantly, "Who's stupid enough to carry around a lot of cash these days?"

Suddenly, a sharp-eyed thug took notice of Roger's clothes and shouted, "This kid's clothes look pretty good, they're definitely knockoffs. Take them off and take them away."

A few hooligans were talking recklessly and pointing at Roger who had fainted on the ground after having close contact with the street lamp.

"Brothers, hurry up and move quickly. There's a Spider-Man in New York recently. We must not run into him."

"Oh, you mean that busty chick that's walking around in a tight outfit?"

"If you come across this, you will make a lot of money!"

Suddenly, obscene laughter rang out in the alley, and people started telling obscene jokes that were too disgusting to hear.

Just as they were laughing and joking, Roger, who was lying dead on the ground, suddenly did a somersault and stood up.

The gangsters were stunned at first, looked at each other, and then turned their eyes to Roger.

The leader stepped forward, took out his ancestral fruit knife from his pocket, and said viciously:

"Hey, kid, just in time to wake up!"

"Hurry up and take us to your store and hand over all the money, otherwise you will be in trouble!"

Afterwards, several people formed a fan-shaped array, preparing to launch angel round financing business to expand and strengthen their original small business.

Roger remained unmoved, looking at them as if they were dead.

"Times have really changed. Even humanoid self-propelled cotton machines can grow so fat these days."

Upon hearing this, the faces of the gangsters instantly turned extremely ugly.

"You're tired of living!"

“Even Jesus can’t hold you back today, I said!”

They waved their fists and rushed towards Roger in a swarm, wanting to teach this ignorant guy a lesson.

But in the next second, a dazzling light suddenly flashed in Roger's eyes. The gangster who was rushing in the front had no time to react and met Roger's eyes.

The two flashes of lightning instantly penetrated into his skull through his eye sockets.

Congratulations on receiving a free intracranial barbecue meal.

The aroma of roasted brain wafted through the alley, and the gangster fell straight to the ground, dead.

The other hooligans turned pale as paper when they saw this and shouted in horror: "Fuck, this is Superman!"

This group of rising track and field stars instantly broke through human limits, their legs transformed into small electric motors, and ran at a speed that made Usain Bolt want to be handed a cigarette.

But Roger would never let them go easily.

He smiled like a father and said, "Children, biology class is next."

Immediately afterwards, several blue lights shot out and accurately hit the fleeing thugs.

In an instant, the bodies of these gangsters began to twist and deform rapidly, turning into Jerry's cousins, running around in panic on the ground.

Roger watched the Rat Agents flee without trying to stop them.

Living as a mouse is definitely more suitable for them than dying directly.

I believe they will definitely enjoy their future life in the dark sewers, if they can survive in that harsh environment for a few more days.

At this moment, Roger noticed something and without any hesitation, he immediately activated the snake spell. His figure instantly disappeared from the spot, as if he had never appeared.

In the blink of an eye, an Oreo-colored figure descended from the sky with a sound of breaking wind.

The visitor is Spider-Woman, the good neighbor of New York citizens.

The proud curves are even more prominent under the battle suit.

When she saw the corpse on the ground that looked like a barbecue restaurant's signature dish, her delicate body suddenly froze, her eyes filled with shock and confusion.

She looked around quickly, her eyes sharp as a torch, not missing any corner, and finally stared at where Roger was hiding.

However, despite her careful search, there was no one around, only dead silence and darkness.

Spider-Man frowned, slowly withdrew his gaze, and looked at the corpse again, trying to judge from the marks on the wound what could have caused such an injury.

Just then, footsteps were heard from the alley, and it was obvious that someone was walking towards here.

Spider-Man didn't think much about it and retreated decisively, swinging his spider silk again and disappearing into the night.

The unlucky guy who took a shortcut wanted to save commuting time, but ended up walking into the crime scene by mistake, successfully exchanging three minutes for the material of nightmares for the next thirty years.

When the friend saw the crispy and charred corpse, he turned pale with fright, screamed, turned around and ran desperately towards the alley.

After the unlucky guy ran two miles and the sound of his footsteps completely disappeared, Roger's figure slowly emerged again.

He looked up in the direction Spider-Man had left, thoughtfully.

The direction Spider-Man just looked at was indeed where Roger was hiding.

According to his guess, it was probably because of spider sense.

However, Roger was able to roughly determine the identity of this female Spider-Man.

Look at that hot body and golden waist-to-hip ratio outlined by the spider suit.

It’s definitely not little Peter, it looks like Gwen no matter how you look at it.

This could not escape Roger's eyes, who had watched countless films.

Roger shook his head, stopped hesitating, became invisible again, then activated the chicken spell, soared into the sky, and headed high into the sky.

Soon, he arrived above the clouds and activated the rabbit spell.

In an instant, his speed increased sharply, and he fully enjoyed the ultimate pleasure brought by high-speed flying.

After performing a full set of Thomas turns in the air, he tossed and turned for a full two hours.

Roger returned to his pigeon-cage-sized bachelor apartment in Queens, feeling unsatisfied.

After two hours of trying, Roger was convinced that he could display almost all of his abilities without any hindrance.

The Marvel world is indeed a large trash can. Whether you have magic or martial arts, it accepts them all!

Roger sighed to himself as he closed the door of the apartment.

Since Roger put almost all of his savings into opening the fast food restaurant, he didn't have much money left to buy a property.

To this day, he still rents this slightly cramped single apartment.

However, if you think about it carefully, you have wasted too much time and money over the years either looking for Kamar-Taj or on the way to look for Kamar-Taj.

This is the key factor leading to financial hardship.

Roger planned to go to Kamar-Taj sooner or later and build WiFi for the Sorcerer Supreme with his bare hands.

(End of this chapter)