People Are in Marvel, and the System is Working As a Worker

Just two words: pretend to be stupid.

Holding Fat Tom, he put his eyes on the keel fossil, and asked, "Do you feel familiar? This dragon has the same master as you."

"Hmph! Evolved again."

"If you evolve to the extreme, you will become that man in golden armor?"

"Tch! What a beautiful idea!"

Mike was annoyed.

Pointing the index finger to the sky, a military satellite trying to spy on Hell's Kitchen exploded with a burst of sparks, and then disintegrated into space junk.

"Director, Lu Wu No. 6 lost connection."

In the "circle" of the headquarters of the Spear Bureau, the assistant immediately reported to the director Zheng Xian, and asked at the same time: "Do you want to dispatch other satellites?"

Zheng Xian felt that the explosion of the satellite was not a coincidence.If other satellites are rashly dispatched, they may end up as space junk, and money is not such a waste.

Zheng Xian shook his head: "Forget it, I'll call Director Fu Rui tomorrow, after all, he's the first to get the moon."

The assistant said: "With Director Fury's character, I'm afraid I won't get valuable information."

Zheng Xian chuckled: "No, he will take the initiative to disclose some information to us, because he is an insecure person like me. When encountering people and things beyond his control, he needs an equal ally."

In fact, Mike would not have nothing to do to sense a satellite in outer space.It's just a premonition. It's not that he actively controls it, but he has a premonition directly and subconsciously perceives it. It's a bit like spider sensing, but the range is terrifyingly large.

And that finger...it couldn't be done before.

Got stronger again.

Sigh~ It was obviously just trying to absorb some energy, but it was strengthened miserably.

I don't know how many people will have green eyes with envy.

Chapter 209: Poaching corners

the next day.

Because of the riot last night, the school was on holiday, and the specific start time was to be determined. Chloe was as happy as a husky.Chloe loves school, but like all school bums, her head hurts when she hears homework.Especially if the homework is not completed on time.

Elder Earl, who always doted on Chloe, was rare and serious, and taught Chloe very seriously: When others suffer, but you are happy because of this little self-interest, it's like gloating, which is wrong.

In order for Chloe to understand this deeply, Old Earl asked Skye to find several sets of papers from the Internet.Chloe looked at Mike pitifully with a bitter face.

Mike spread his hands, expressing helplessness.

You are happy when others are suffering, even if you don't have any malice in your heart, it is not allowed.Even if you pretend, you have to pretend that you have sympathy - this is a general rule of society.Unless you have the ability to break and reshape the rules, you can only do things within the framework of the rules, or you will be smashed.

Skye was there too.

She slumped on the sofa, taking Mike's usual place.As she went out to fight for justice, although the scope of activities is limited to Hell's Kitchen.

Hell's Kitchen is almost becoming a legal pacesetter in Manhattan. The closer it is to Mike's supermarket, the better the law and order.

Skye was physically tired, but mentally high.

Sure enough, she is a girl who loves adventure by nature.

Peter called and couldn't come to work part-time for these two days.The injury was so bad... If it was placed on an ordinary person, it would probably take a month to lie down, but Peter only needs to rest for a few days to recover.

Many people don't know that Spider-Man has a self-healing factor, but he is not as perverted as Deadpool or Wolverine.

Mike can't help but let Mike recover from his injuries, and a weird smile can't help but hang on the corner of his mouth.

The TV was already on.

Fat Tom was sealed on the sofa by the TV, and he would not leave half a step unless something happened.There are actually only two things here: one, Mike summons, and two, eating.

Unlike normal cats, they need to poop.

The cat litter box was bought for nothing.

That's right, whose normal cat would occupy the remote control.

At this time, Fat Tom was being held in Skye's arms as a pillow.

"Where's the remote control?"

Mike glanced around, but couldn't find it.

He looked at Fat Tom.

Fat Orange just pretended to be stupid.

more suspicious...

With a twitch in his heart, Mike suddenly reached out to grab Fat Tom's stomach.

Then, under Skye's horrified gaze, he plunged his whole hand into Fat Tom's stomach.

When Mike reached out his hand, there was an extra remote control in his hand.

Good guy... Before, he was just under his body, using big oranges as the most important suppression, but now he has gone too far, swallowing the remote control into another universe.

Mike tapped Fat Tom on the head.

"There will be no next time." Mike aimed at the cat's lower body.

Smile.

Next time, the balls will not be guaranteed.

Fat Tom is not a cat. His whole body, including his testicles, is a camouflage. It can grow again after being cut, but for some reason, his whole body is tight, as if reminding him of someone's bad taste in ancient times.

"What's the matter?" Mike noticed Skye's mouth wide open.

Skye reached out, cupped his chin, and pushed up.

Close up.

"It's nothing."

I have been reminded ten thousand times not to be surprised, but I still can't help it.

She held up the fat orange, observed it carefully, and touched the soft belly of the cat with her hand.Trying to figure out how Mike did it.

At first, Mike thought Fat Tom was a joke when he said that Fat Tom was not a cat, but a Yuan Devourer he had never heard of.

She bought the litter box.

She hadn't seen Fat Tom poo.However, the cat food bought together was not wasted, and Fat Tom slowly finished eating the broad beans.

Watched a few news channels.

Most of them were reporting on the riots last night, with different concerns.The official channel mainly focuses on the heroic combat of the police, trying to portray a few ordinary but great heroes at the bottom.

As for the vision of the man in golden armor, the official smiled mysteriously and denied that it was a secret weapon of the military.

The reporter below was a little confused.

No one asked if it was a military secret weapon?

So the more you pretend to deny it, the more people feel that it is the truth.

This time the media did a good job of public relations and successfully diverted the media away from the casualty figures.

The reality is not a movie. After all kinds of big explosions, only superheroes are injured, and the people have zero casualties.

As Spider-Ham said, it's not always possible to save everyone.The Green Goblin threw a pumpkin bomb into a building, and the building collapsed, and those who couldn't get out were missing, and missing was equal to death.Dr. Lizard grabbed a car, threw it out, and was hit by the car. Instead of being sent to the hospital, he was sent to the morgue.

The riots caused by the super villains are just the fuse, and countless robbers took advantage of the fire.There are at least a few hundred recorded robberies.

Police casualties alone number in the hundreds.

The Big Apple City is riddled with holes.

Mike changed the channel.

There was a model of a man in golden armor on the stage. A priest held a cross and a Bible. He looked excited and shouted loudly: "In the name of God, I order you! Deport you! Leave the country of America!..."

Mike, who originally wanted to change the channel immediately, listened and watched for a few minutes until the priest finished the whole ceremony and was so exhausted that he could only stand still with the help of the deacon.He showed a "victorious" smile, and said with relief: "The exorcism was successful, God bless Millican."

Mike could barely hold back the applause.

good acting.

No wonder the applause from the audience was so serious and enthusiastic.

For this dance master, he gave a high score of 82, but he watched the comedy.

In the afternoon, Mike went to Stark Tower.

Peter was carrying a big plate, which was full of super premium steaks, sashimi, black caviar... Seeing Mike, he froze for a moment.

"Why are you here?" Mike patted Peter on the back.

Almost squirted out the half-swallowed bacon.

Before Peter answered, Mike rolled his eyes at Stark: "Hey, you guy, you want to poach my corner!"

Stark held the thermos cup and said with a smile: "As the saying goes, the corners that can be dug are loose corners. The owner of the corner should reflect on himself."

Peter swallowed the food in his mouth vigorously, and waved his hands again and again: "I'm not loose, I'm not loose, not at all..."

This makes sense, as if the three big men were talking about something strange.

Uh... Mike pushed Peter away and said, "If you can't talk, just eat obediently."

Stark said: "Besides, Peter is a part-time job with you, and you don't mind another part-time job. What do you want to eat?"

Mike poured himself a glass of wine.

Romanée-Conti grand cru red wine, very suitable for... gargling.

Stark went on to say: "Peter is determined to be a superhero, but you see, he doesn't even have enough money to make spider silk, so he relies on part-time jobs and saving money on food. Also, the tights are of good taste, but they don't even have bulletproof function. None, that would be too much.”

Relying on the spider sense and agility, Peter can easily dodge all kinds of bullets, including heavy snipers.The problem is that superheroes sometimes have to use their bodies to block bullets for the sake of the people behind them, even though they can dodge them.

Stark continued: "And Nasha said that, apart from superpowers, Peter has not received formal combat training. His combat skills are in a mess, and there is a lot of room for growth."

Last night, Peter basically got his act together with Black Widow.

Mike curled his lips and said, "So, you want to pull Peter into the Women's Federation?"

"It's just a reserve." Stark said with a smile: "The Avengers is short of people, but it's not enough to use minors."

Chapter 210: Anomaly of Time and Space Energy