America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

"Ok."

Li Qun opened the portal and went to the Sanctuary.

Wade watched the portal close and continued reading.

"Dad, my uncle invites you to the shop for drinks tonight."

"Is there a share for me?" Dr. Banner asked with a smile.

“Dr. Banner, of course you can come.”

“I was just kidding,” Dr. Banner said.

"Want some alcohol? Sure."

"Dad, do you still have any braised peanuts?" Li Qun asked.

"That's all. What happened? I can make another pot," Dad said.

“I brought braised peanuts to school today, and Harry ate some. Harry is allergic to braised peanuts, but he didn’t have an allergic reaction after eating the ones you made, Dad. Then, Harry, not believing it, ate a peanut butter sandwich that another classmate brought, and he had an allergic reaction,” Li Qun said.

"Liqun, do you know what medical complexes in the United States do?"

"They invent new diseases, create all sorts of new patients, and make people take their medicine for life."

“I believe that new illnesses include allergic reactions to various substances and various strange psychological disorders.”

"The drug doesn't necessarily have to be a new drug, but rather it means that the drugs they developed in the past also have targeted effects on newly discovered diseases."

As he spoke, Hulk stared at Dr. Banner's expression.

Bruce Banner was furious once again.

“Take a deep breath, Banner,” Hulk said to Banner.

"What's wrong with this world?" Li Qun exclaimed.

“Dad, my uncle also called Wade,” Li Qun said to his father.

"Banner, come with us for a drink, stop thinking about all this nonsense," Old Man advised Banner.

Chapter 249 The Assassin's Job

"Why can't we just kill all those guys?"

Old Man and Bruce Banner looked at Li Qun, and the two felt that the words "kill someone" should not come out of Li Qun's mouth.

“Liqun, you have a bandit mentality. Do you think killing the leader will solve everything? No, it won’t end there. As long as the conditions for this kind of thing to grow exist, there will be a constant stream of people doing it. They will also learn from the deaths of others and make this kind of thing more covert and harder to detect,” the old man said to Liqun.

“Yeah!” Dr. Banner nodded as well. If killing people was useful, he would have done it long ago.

"I'm a young person, so I don't worry about too many things."

"I just want to find these damn guys one by one."

“Even if we don’t kill them, we must give them a public trial,” Li Qun said.

"Okay." Dad nodded and smiled.

“It’s alright, Liqun, someone is already working on your idea,” the old man said.

"Someone?"

"Yes."

"Was there a public execution?" Li Qun asked.

"That's how he is; when the law can't judge a person's crime, he'll step in and judge that person."

"He has tried many people, lawyers, doctors, people in the financial industry... many, many people."

“It’s not in the newspapers,” Li Qun said.

“Only in New York,” Dad replied.

"There are judges like this in New York?" Dr. Banner looked at his father in surprise.

"He is an urban legend, and any reports about him are not officially allowed to be published in newspapers."

“Gwen’s father should be quite familiar with this urban legend.”

“The last time he showed up, the person he was judging was cut in half by the New York subway,” the old man said.

“I think I remember, but the description in the newspaper is not like what you said, Dad,” Li Qun said.

"This judge was also trying to break through the official information blockade; he wanted people to know that there was a force of justice in the darkness of New York maintaining the balance of justice."

Li Qun looked at his father suspiciously.

"Liqun, do you suspect that your father did it?" Dr. Banner asked Liqun.

“No, I suspect this person was trained by my father,” Li Qun said.

"Is that right?" Bruce Banner turned to look at his father.

"You can guess for yourselves," the old man said with a smile and a shake of his head.

“It’s definitely true,” Li Qun said to Bruce Banner with absolute certainty.

This person must know kung fu, and he's very skilled with a stick.

After a moment of reasoning, the answer popped into Li Qun's mind.

Matt Murdoch, the blind lawyer with the buttocks and chin who could play Batman, whom I met once, had "The Stick" as his kung fu teacher.

"Gunsou" literally means an old man who uses a cane.

Isn't that Dad? You won't find another old man in New York who can wield a stick better than Dad.

"Liqun, come on, take this jar of wine to your house. We'll drink this tonight."

Old Man carried the wine he had brewed out of the portal. Li Qun opened the portal to the pawnshop, carried the wine jars back to the pawnshop, and Old Man and Dr. Banner followed.

"I think it would be safer to call my uncle over here for a drink."

“People often take photos and check in at my restaurant. It would be troublesome if Dr. Banner were accidentally photographed in one,” Li Qun said.

“Go and talk to your uncle,” the old man said.

"Is this what we're drinking tonight?" Wade put down the English version of "The Art of War" he was holding and squatted excitedly next to the wine jar.

"Wade, have you talked to Li Qun about your past work as a hitman?" the old man asked.

"No, did Li Qun say anything?" Wade looked up at his father.

"As long as you didn't tell Liqun those things, that's fine," the old man said.

"Did Li Qun say he wanted to kill some guys?" Wade laughed.

“He said so,” Dr. Banner said.

"That's perfectly normal."

“When I was in high school, I came up with two superheroes myself, one called ‘Slap Man’ and the other called ‘Fist Man.’ Slap Man’s ability was to slap everyone’s face, and Fist Man’s ability was to punch anyone in the face.” Wade smiled.

"The difference between the superheroes you imagine is that they slap everyone in the face with their hands and fists?" Dr. Banner asked.

"They will act according to the severity of the mistakes people make."

"Those who don't deserve to die get slapped by Slap Hero."

"Those who deserve to die will be beaten to death by Fist Superman, punch after punch."

"Just thinking about slapping and punching those guys in the face makes my brain feel incredibly good," Wade said excitedly.

"Do you see that over there?"

Wade pointed to the roast duck restaurant 300 meters away.

"Every day someone cuts in line. Banner, you've experienced the anger of someone cutting in line, haven't you?"

Bruce Banner nodded; his face had turned green when someone cut in line.

"Slap Hero should have appeared at that moment, slapping the guy who cut in line away with one slap, and then slapping him unconscious with both hands."

“Wade, don’t ever wear a mask and become Slap Man, you’ll be wanted by the New York Police Department,” the old man advised Wade.

"I won't."

“There are no superheroes in reality. Anyone who goes out in a bodysuit to play a superhero probably has something wrong with their head.” Wade pointed to his head.

……

Peter set up a projector in the room.

He fixed the projector to the ceiling with spider silk, and the projector projected images that looked like jigsaw puzzles. Peter traced the images onto a composite biological spider silk protein material on the floor.

After several months of work, Peter finally transformed his spider silk protein into the clothing material he envisioned.

Now comes the final step. He only needs to use scissors and needle and thread to cut and sew the large, evenly distributed piece of spider silk on the floor to complete his spider suit.

Judging by the sheen of the composite spider silk material alone, some might mistake it for a material similar to that used in diving suits; however, they are worlds apart. His spider silk material is lighter, more breathable, more elastic, and gentler on the skin.

Peter found some books on clothing making and discovered the foolproof method for making clothes that he was about to implement.

Peter thought he needed to finish quickly so he could focus on his exams and college.

Peter stayed up all night again, finishing sewing the Spider Suit under the dim light of a desk lamp.

The stitching on the edges of the suit is also made of special spider silk, which is sewn very tightly and is highly consistent with the main spider silk material.

Peter tried it on in front of the mirror.

The Spider-Man suit fit him perfectly, like an extra layer of skin, without causing Peter any discomfort.

After trying it on, Peter took off the Spider-Man suit and hid it under the bed.

He had only settled on the clothes; the style of the mask was still undecided.

Chapter 250 Superman's Glasses

In the morning, Li Qun opened the drawer, took out a pair of non-prescription glasses, and put them on.

He looked at himself in the mirror and made a "confused" expression on his face.