Simultaneous travel: all abstract fun people

Chapter 110 Shocking! The famous playboy disappeared in the desert?
But right now, the most urgent task is to improve his own tight living conditions.

I really don't want to live without money for even a moment longer.

This time, you have to rob the rich to help me!
I believe that under the power of illusion, those unscrupulous capitalists in New York are all my ATM machines.

They would definitely be happy to donate generously and give away all their wealth to support a future rising star in the catering industry.

……

Inside a fast food restaurant near Midtown Science and Technology High School.

After school, Gwen ran briskly towards the fast food restaurant.

She ran to the front of the store and saw the closed sign hanging on the door. She was slightly stunned and a hint of confusion appeared on her face.

The store won't close down, right?

My wages wouldn’t have disappeared too, right?

After a brief pause, she skillfully walked around to the back of the store and entered through the back door.

Inside the store, Roger was leaning leisurely on a chair, his legs casually draped over the table, playing with his mobile phone intently.

Hearing footsteps, Roger looked up and saw that it was Gwen. A kind smile immediately appeared on his face.

"It's my dear employee Gwen."

Gwen asked, "Boss, are you closed today?"

Hearing this, Roger explained, "I forgot to tell you. Yes, I'm planning to buy a nearby store, merge it, renovate it, and give it a good renovation."

"So we'll be closed for about half a month. During this time, you can take a vacation, and I'll still pay you your salary as usual."

Gwen listened, a hint of suspicion flashed in her eyes. She looked Roger up and down and couldn't help asking, "Boss, have you made a fortune recently?"

"Winning the lottery, or robbing a bank?"

Roger reached out and tapped her head gently: "Don't ask about adults' affairs. If you know too much, you will be silenced easily."

"Take a good paid vacation."

Gwen snorted lightly and replied in a feigned anger: "Since it has nothing to do with me, I'm leaving."

Then she made a face at Roger, turned and left the store through the back door.

Gwen has been quite busy lately.

He is an ordinary student at Midtown High School during the day and a non-staff member of the New York Police Department at night.

During the previous summer vacation, she got an internship at Osborne.

During her internship, she was accidentally bitten by a spider and gained spider abilities.

At first, Gwen only tried her superpowers secretly, and at most she dared to use spider silk to hang the shower head in the bathroom.

Later, she heard her old father, the New York Police Commissioner, complaining about the city's security at the dinner table.

So, Gwen followed the example of superhero comics, dug out her old ballet costume overnight, changed it into a Spider-suit, and became obsessed with being a vigilante on the streets of New York.

Now all of New York knows that there is a Spider-Woman wearing black silk who performs aerial ballet between buildings every day.

After watching Gwen leave, Roger picked up his phone and looked at it again.

At this moment, a news pop-up suddenly popped up.

Shocking! Did the famous playboy mysteriously disappear in the desert?

Roger clicked on it and started browsing.

"According to the latest news, Mr. Tony Stark, the head of Stark Industries, the renowned philanthropist and arms dealer, has disappeared in Afghanistan. All of his American companions have been killed. It's suspected they were attacked by terrorists..."

The accompanying picture is Tony Stark’s face with the words “I’m the coolest” written on it.

Roger stared at the news, a glimmer of understanding in his eyes.

Mr. Shit is about to become Iron Man.

The era of superheroes is about to officially begin!
Next it's Dr. Banner's turn to turn green, the Nordic strongman looks for a hammer, and the purple potato spirit plays Candy Crush.

However, Roger is now more concerned about the grand blueprint of his catering empire.

It's time to find some philanthropists to donate generously to his catering business. Thinking of this, Roger shook the 82 fat house happy water.

"To all the capitalists who are about to go bankrupt, your wallets will soon shine brightly in my catering business!"

……

Two weeks later, Roger was lying comfortably on the second floor of a fast food restaurant, drinking English afternoon tea like a retired cadre.

During the past period of time, by providing in-depth psychological counseling to financial tycoons, we have successfully made their accounts experience the thrill of jumping off a building.

This is the real zero-dollar purchase financing plan.

Today, Roger has so much money that he can use US dollars as wallpaper. Money is really just a passing cloud to him.

This damn, dull, money-smelling simplicity.

Therefore, this newly rich man decided to return to his original intention and continue to live an ordinary life.

However, I was forced to be a lazy person in the past because of life's pressure, and I was overwhelmed by the burden of life.

Now I choose to be a salted fish and hide in the city.

But when Roger saw the video of Gwen doing the splits in the air.

He suddenly sat up in shock from his dying state: "I can't go on like this, I want to be a superhero too!"

Roger counted on his fingers as he read out the names of the dishes.

Flight, electric eyes, super strength, super speed...

Why do I feel like I'm looking at Superman?

No, it should be our ancestors!
However, this thought only lasted three seconds before his unrequited love took over again and Roger continued to browse his phone.

"Forget it, I'll just lie down and watch Gwen's aerial ballet."

Although Gwen's black silk battle suit has been a hot topic every day during this period, the headlines across the United States are still dominated by the missing Mr. Shit.

These reporters know nothing.

How can a mere playboy compare to the ghost spider swinging on a swing in a black silk battle suit?

Roger counted on his fingers and recalled the annals of the Marvel Universe.

According to the script, Tony is currently rubbing tin cans in the cave, and it will take at least two and a half months before he can successfully escape.

Then, he and his good uncle Obadiah compete for the Iron Throne.

Thinking of this, Roger looked out the window. The night was already deep and the neon lights were on.

Now it's evening and time to go home.

But, which home should I go back to?

Should I go back to my Manhattan penthouse to enjoy the night view, or go to my Long Island villa to count the stars?
Roger is no longer a poor man living in a pigeon coop. Even his toilet is bigger than his entire apartment.

Thanks to the generous donations from Wall Street philanthropists, Roger purchased multiple properties in New York, including several luxury villas.

The pile of property certificates is now taller than he is.

At this moment, his fast food restaurant had already been renovated and the newly recruited employees were in their positions.

He planned to find a good day in a few days to reopen the business.

Even though he now possesses extraordinary powers, Roger's dream of becoming a catering tycoon is still as burning as ever and has never wavered in the slightest.

At this moment, along with the sound of glass breaking, there was a dull sound of a heavy object hitting the ground on the first floor.

Hearing the voice, Roger's expression froze. He quickly stood up and walked quickly towards the first floor.

"Who is so blind as to dare to mess up my business before it opens?"

When Roger reached the first floor, he was slightly stunned by the scene before him.

I saw a white figure, covered in ketchup, standing awkwardly against the wall.

Who else could it be but Spider-Woman, New Yorkers’ good neighbor?
(End of this chapter)