America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

Wilson Fisk was on the same route as Wade as he was leaving Fisk Tower.

Wade and Wilson Fisk arrived at the elevator entrance at the same time. Wade looked up and sized up Wilson Fisk, who was 2.3 meters tall.

Like John Wick, Wade sensed danger emanating from Wilson Fisk.

"Your suit looks really good," Wade said.

“Yes, it’s custom-made.” Wilson Fisk gave Wade a friendly smile.

Wilson Fiske picked up where Wade left off, and Wade turned around and openly began to examine Wilson Fiske's white suit.

Fisker carried off the white suit perfectly without looking bulky.

"Where did you order it? I'd like to get one too," Wade asked.

"Hehe~!" Wilson Fisk shook his head.

"I was just saying."

Wade turned around, and the elevator arrived. He stepped back to let Wilson Fiske and the two bodyguards behind him enter the elevator.

“I’ll wait for the next one,” Wade said, pointing to the side.

"See you tomorrow, Mr. Red Spider."

The elevator doors slowly closed, revealing Wade's serious expression beneath his mask.

He had just figured out the secret of Wilson Fisk's white suit: it was a bulletproof suit made by a Wakanda tailor, with a vibranium fiber content that was custom-made to the highest level, making it one of the most difficult targets to kill.

After waiting for two or three minutes, the elevator came again, and Wade stepped into it to go to the first floor.

He was a contestant and used the elevator inside the Fisker Building, which was not the same elevator used by the audience.

As the elevator descended, Wade couldn't help but wonder what Mr. Wilson Fisk's motives were for so heavily sponsoring the street fighting tournament.

Wilson Fiske wants to find out which fighters are good at fighting in different parts of New York.

He wants to recruit some of them to work for him?

Simply a fighting enthusiast?

“He doesn’t like people who hide their identities…” Wade muttered to himself.

Wade, who had planned to remove the "Red Spider" mask after tomorrow's game, decided against it after thinking about it in the elevator, leaving the true identity of "Red Spider" a secret.

Concealing the identity of "Red Spider" is a "safe" choice for both himself and Peter.

Wade walked out of the Fisker Building, went a long way, and entered a small alley. In a very short time, he changed his appearance, and no one realized that Wade was "Red Spider".

As Wade emerged from the alley, he was wearing a black shirt, a red tie, black suit pants, and black leather shoes, exuding a dark aura.

Wade walked toward Brick Street in Greenwich, a distance that would take him quite a while.

Dr. Banner identified Wade, and when Wade walked to the gates of the Sanctuary, the gates were recognized by Wade and could be opened for him.

The heavy wooden doors of the New York Sanctuary reminded Wade of the thick wooden doors of the Continental Hotel. Both doors were very heavy, and the worlds behind them represented different worlds.

"Wade, why are you only getting back now?"

“Dad, I’m not like you guys who can use teleportation portals,” Wade sighed.

"What are we having for dinner today?" Wade took off his tie and loosened the buttons on his shirt.

"Hot pot is still the best, it's simple and quick."

"Wade, help me open these cans."

"Okay, Dad."

"Canned luncheon meat?" Wade frowned as he opened his dad's can with a can opener.

Don't you like it?

Wade shook his head.

"Dad, I suddenly remembered something I forgot to tell you." Wade stopped opening the can.

"What is it?" The old man, who was washing vegetables, looked up at Wade.

“I have a puppy, and it will live with me,” Wade said.

"Just a puppy? What's its personality like?" the old man asked.

"Its temperament is alright, isn't it? It doesn't bark or make a fuss." Wade said, nodding affirmatively.

“I can train dogs too, I don’t mind if you have a dog,” the old man said.

"Training dogs?"

Wade frowned, imagining what it would be like for his dad to train dogs.

Dad taught Mary Peggy Wangwangs kung fu, and Mary became a kung fu dog master...

Wade grinned foolishly.

“Wade, I heard you.” Dr. Banner appeared in the kitchen.

"Hulk and I hate dogs."

“Your dog is not allowed in here,” Dr. Banner said.

“Yes, sir.” Wade turned and saluted Dr. Banner.

"May I ask, Doctor, why do you hate dogs?" Wade asked curiously.

"Hulk and I were almost killed by three giant green dogs," Dr. Banner told Wade.

"What about those three dogs? Could they have become secret weapons of the military?" Weed asked, his tone tinged with fear.

"He was torn apart by Hulk, just like King Kong tore apart a dinosaur."

Banner raised his hand and made a tearing motion towards Wade, making a simulated liquid spraying sound.

Oh my God!

With his vivid imagination, Wade added a scene in his mind of Hulk tearing the giant dog apart.

Chapter 242 I am an Elf

"Aren't you a professional assassin? How come you can't accept the fact that Banner killed a few dogs?" Old Man asked Wade.

"Because I have a dog."

"The word 'dog' has become synonymous with my puppy in my mind. When I think of a dog, the image that comes to mind is my dog," Wade told his dad.

"Understandable."

"Dad, have you ever owned a dog before?" Wade asked.

"You must have owned one, right? Otherwise, how would you know how to train a dog?"

The old man smiled and shook his head; in fact, he had raised wolves.

When he was still an Indian chief, he tried to tame wild wolves, which was neither a success nor a failure.

"Ok."

Wade imagined a touching story in his mind about his father and his dog's separation by life and death, and that his father would never keep a dog again after his dog's death.

"Will Li Qun come over?" Wade asked his father.

"No, Li Qun already told us that he wants to take Peter home first and won't have dinner with us."

“He’s not a child anymore; he can take care of his own dinner,” the old man said.

"I feel like I need to do some more intensive training," Wade said.

“Special training? Dad, I can help you with special training too.”

“Dad, don’t bother helping. You’re too old for that,” Wade said.

"I'm not that old, am I?"

"I feel like you're a hundred years old; your hair, eyebrows, and beard are all white."

"Should I dye my hair?" Dad turned to Bruce Banner and asked.

“I think you’re fine as you are, Dad. You don’t need to change anything,” Bruce Banner said.

“You can grow your beard longer, your hair longer, your eyebrows longer, and wear an ancient Chinese robe. Dad, if you go out and talk to anyone like that, they will all kneel down and listen to you,” Wade said.

"Are you sure?" the old man asked, smiling at Wade.

"I'll be the first to kneel down then."

Wade pointed at his father and made a kneeling gesture.

……

The event ended, and the audience members left the Fisker Building in small groups.

Harry pushed little Walter to Peter's side.

"How did you do that?" Walter asked Peter.

“What do you mean?” Peter asked Walter.

“Red Spider, isn’t that you?” Little Walter asked in a low voice, his eyes filled with confusion.

"Uh……"

“Then it’s not him,” Li Qun said to Little Walter.

"Peter, are you throwing the match? Did you sell your player status?" Little Walter looked at Peter in shock.

“No.” Peter shook his head vigorously.

“It’s a bit complicated to explain, but all you need to know is that the Red Spider playing tomorrow is my friend, and he’s taking a huge risk to play for me,” Peter said.

"Is it because the adults found out you participated in the competition that they did this?" Little Walter asked.

“Yes.” Peter nodded.

“No,” Li Qun said.

Little Walter looked at Li Qun, and Peter looked over as well.