American Comics: The Invincible Wheel of Fortune

"Who are you anyway? Are you a mutant? What do you want from me?"

Although James Weiss was confused, he did not ask three philosophical questions, but tried his best to stay rational and focused.

"Who are you anyway? Are you a mutant? What do you want from me?"

However, what made James Weiss angry, speechless, and a little creepy was that his "clone" in front of him still repeated his words like a parrot.

And not only are the voices exactly the same, but now even the tone of voice is indistinguishable.

"Listen, I don't care what...existence you are, or what your intentions are, but you have to have an intention, right? Can't you just talk about it? You can just talk about it casually."

"Someone will tell you."

The "clone" was somehow finally willing to communicate with him normally this time.

James Wesley was refreshed and asked in a deep voice: "Who?"

The "clone" ignored him, but stepped back half a step, bowed slightly, and behaved as if he were treating Wilson Fisk.

"I."

James Wesley heard the sound and looked intently, but he only saw a pair of scarlet eyes in the darkness, getting bigger and bigger in his field of vision, with three black commas in each eye, rotating slowly...

after an hour.

In James Wesley's penthouse penthouse, the man tied to the chair has disappeared. There is only a middle-aged successful man in a suit and leather shoes, wearing glasses, with a rigorous expression and meticulous behavior.

James Wesley's cell phone rang suddenly. He took it out and checked it. When it rang three times, he hung up.

When the phone rang again, it rang five times before I picked it up. A male voice asked from the receiver: "Mr. Wesley, is everything okay?"

"Not good, I heard it's going to rain tomorrow."

"Do you need me to prepare an umbrella for you?"

"No, I want to stay at home."

After James Wesley finished speaking, the other party hung up the phone.

"Safe passage." James Wesley put away his mobile phone and said as if talking to himself.

"Next, it's Wilson Fisk." A voice suddenly came out in the darkness.

"Well, with what you pried out of his mouth, it's not a problem, it's just a matter of time."

James Wesley nodded and said, a sudden change occurred on his body. His suit, skin, and hair all turned into erected needle-like things. After waves of fluctuations, he completely changed his body. Shape, graceful lines, swaying figure, red hair, blue skin, dotted with black spots, she is clearly Mystique.

The voice in the darkness was naturally Aaron's shadow clone.

As for the real James Wesley, he will still appear in the future, but it will not be him as a person, but his identity.

"Start counting Wilson Fisk's properties, as well as his people, and compile a list and information of the people who need to be eliminated... By the way, you can help me pay attention to one more person, the cross-border Osborne Group. Species Gene Fusion Engineering Department, Dr. Kurt Connors, try to collect as much information on him as possible."

"I understand." Mystique listened carefully to Aaron's shadow clone's instructions, nodding in response from time to time.

Meanwhile, Aaron and Gwen's apartment, bedroom.

Aaron, who was holding Gwen in his arms and seemed to be asleep, suddenly opened his eyes. Not only were there no sleepiness in his eyes, but his gaze was somewhat deep...

Two weeks later.

on Monday.

early morning.

The apartment Aaron rents in Queens.

"Aaron, how about this one?"

In the bedroom, Gwen was wearing a flounce-flared women's shirt on her upper body and women's trousers on her lower body. With her bare feet, she posed in front of the fitting mirror on the closet door and asked without looking back. To Aaron who was sitting on the bed.

Aaron was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a cup of coffee and reading the newspaper. After hearing this, he put down the newspaper, looked up and saw Gwen's energetic look, and said with a smile: "Very cute, um, super cute."

"Cute? What do you mean by cute?" Gwen asked seriously.

"I, I just think it's cute... Hey, how can I offend you by being cute?" Aron looked confused. Maybe it's because I just woke up in the morning and haven't brushed my teeth yet. I don't understand what you mean?

"Hey, this is my first day as an intern. I'm going to work. I should give people a serious feeling, do you understand?" Gwen said as she took off her shirt and went to the closet to get another one.

Um? Aaron looked at Gwen's smooth back and suddenly became energetic, Gwen, I got it!

"Where's this one?" Gwen changed into a pure white women's shirt, turned around, and asked Aaron while buttoning it.

Aaron became more energetic, pinched his chin, frowned, looked at Gwen critically, and said in a very hesitant tone: "Well, it's okay...right?...Uh-huh, no, uh ...Tsk, it still doesn’t work, it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work.”

Gwen curled her lips, unbuttoned her buttons, and turned around to find another one. Suddenly she stopped, stared at Aaron and said angrily: "You stinky guy, you just want to see me take off my clothes." Bar?"

"What!?" Aaron clutched his chest, looking aggrieved and angry. Why is this! How could you doubt me like this!

"Disgusting! Smelly Aaron, stop being weird, I'm going to be late!"

"Okay, relax." Aaron walked over, gently hugged Gwen, and whispered comfortingly: "Why are you so nervous? This is you, you can handle it easily."

"Huh, you can talk." Gwen stood on tiptoe and pecked Aaron's lips gently, and then said: "Hurry up, or you will really be late."

Manhattan, on the roadside in front of the Osborne Group Building.

"Are you going back to Washington now?" Gwen stood outside the door of Aaron's black Chevrolet SUV and asked Aaron who rolled down the window.

"Yes, this time I just completed a task and got this day off."

"Okay, I'll wait for your call tonight."

"Yeah, I will."

Gwen bent down and leaned over, and kissed Aaron lightly. However, just as he straightened up, he heard a familiar voice not far behind him: "Hey, morning, Gwen... uh, no. What am I disturbing you for...Aaron? Oh, it's you, I mean, hey, long time no see, when did you two start? Oh~, You two love birds..."

This familiar voice, this familiar chatter, Peter Parker Xiaopenyu?

Aaron looked back following the sound, and saw a thin Peter Parker, wearing a reasonably well-fitting plaid shirt and casual pants, a pair of canvas shoes, and carrying a backpack, walking quickly towards this side. It’s all youthful energy.

Thanks to book friend Mu Gu ZX Chen Zhong for the reward. Thank you all for your subscriptions and recommended collections. Thank you.