American comics: Transformed into a superhero, Spider-Gwen is shocked

Gwen's energy was very unstable at this time, and even when she was asleep, it was rising at a very fast rate.

If an ordinary person has five units of Qi, then Gwen had seven to eight units because of his regular fitness.

But now...Gwen's anger has risen to fifty, sixty, even seventy.

And it is still rising.

Because of this, her body felt a little hot and she looked like she had a fever.

But Sun Wuming could sense that Gwen's Qi was full of vitality and very healthy.

(This is just a measurement, do not substitute it into the combat power system of Dragon Ball.)

What made him so silent was that he didn't expect that in this world, it was not Garfield who took the path of Spider-Man.

It’s not Peter, the Dutch brother who might appear in a few years, but his childhood sweetheart.

In Marvel, childhood sweetheart Gwen wants to be Spider-Man. Will he be used as a sacrifice?

Oh, he's a Saiyan, that's fine.

Sun Wuming breathed a sigh of relief, it was just a false alarm, just a false alarm.

After all, in the end, every Spider-Man loses all his friends and relatives to death, and is left alone.

He still had to panic for two seconds to show respect.

But if you think about it carefully, Spider-Gwen is not bad either, with that tight-fitting battle suit, and her attack speed and critical strike are maxed out.

It’s a pity that Gwen has short hair and can’t wear it in a ponytail, otherwise she would even have a steering wheel.

...

He sat next to Gwen for two hours, until her energy stabilized, and then Sun Wuming was ready to leave.

He knew that this was because the transformation brought about by the spider gene was basically complete.

All that remains is training or gradually becoming stronger over time until you reach the upper limit of this form.

"Auntie, Gwen's fever has gone away, so it shouldn't be a big problem."

"Is the fever gone? That's good. Thank you for your understanding."

Helen breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this. She saw through the open door that Gwen was sleeping soundly, but she didn't disturb her.

"George will take some time to come back, let me make you something to eat first."

"No thanks, Auntie." Sun Wuming declined. He still had work to do tonight, so he made up an excuse and left Gwen's house.

Instead of using teleportation to return to his home, Sun Wuming just walked slowly on the street.

As night falls, the combination of neon lights and skyscrapers makes the city full of luxury and extravagance.

The men and women on the street were dressed in bright and beautiful clothes and smiling freely.

The Big Apple has always been like this, with countless unknown evils hidden behind its prosperity.

It can be said that one thought can lead to heaven or hell.

The previous Sun Wuming would not consider these things. He had the Saiyan's bellicosity, but also had the indifferent mentality brought over from his previous life.

If the world were destroyed, Sun Wuming would certainly not stand idly by, because he needed such a colorful world to provide the basis for all kinds of enjoyment.

But what is crime, justice and evil, that is something the police and so-called superheroes need to consider.

It doesn’t work now.

It’s easy to imagine what path Gwen will take in the future.

He didn't care about justice, but he cared about the young girl he had raised for so many years.

Originally, Sun Wuming planned to let Gwen live a carefree and happy life for decades.

Then he found a means of immortality from the universe, and the two of them retired together, shamelessly until eternity.

But now it seems that I have to find a time to confront Gwen and teach her some skills in using Qi to increase her combat effectiveness.

This is the only way to ensure the safety of the girl.

"I'm worried. I don't know if Gwen will be angry if she knows that I kept it a secret from her for so long."

"I will, I will."

Before he knew it, he had reached the door of his home and Sun Wuming sighed.

He is in a bad mood now.

So I need to vent.

......

Hell's Kitchen, officially Clinton.

Whether in this world or in the world before Sun Wuming traveled through, he is a famous existence.

Look to the United States for world crime, and look to New York for U.S. crime.

If you want to know about New York crime, then you have to watch Hell's Kitchen.

This area, located in Manhattan, not too far from Wall Street, should have been a prime location with great commercial value.

But the population here is a mixed bag, and it is the first stop for illegal immigrants of all races after arriving in New York.

There are more people involved with the underworld than normal people. Over time, Hell's Kitchen has become a lawless area.

The authorities turned a blind eye and as long as the situation was not too outrageous, they would pretend nothing had happened.

And for every time traveler, Hell's Kitchen and Kingpin are the best novice villages for leveling up.

If you haven't fought Kingpin, you'd be embarrassed to say that you traveled to the Marvel world.

Sun Wuming also came here to gain experience for a while, but because he progressed too quickly, he completed the whole map in just one or two months.

It has been several years since I last set foot here.

The last time seemed to be in elementary school.

"Stop! Robbery!"

"Put both hands up!"

Sun Wuming's face was solemn, but he continued walking.

I didn’t get enough sleep today and I’m having hallucinations.

There was clearly no one there, so how could I hear any sound?

"Fuck, I told you to stop, did you hear me?"

It was the same sound again. This time, Sun Wuming saw it. Two rows of big white teeth, one above and one below, were exposed, under the dim light of the convenience store in the distance.

Finally, I could barely make out the outlines of two human figures.

One of them was holding a machete and the other was holding a gun and pointing it at Sun Wuming.

Sun Wuming was speechless.

It's worthy of being called Hell's Kitchen. It's just a little after nine o'clock and the robbers are so blatant.

What made him even more speechless was, are the racial talents of these two black Bs so powerful?

With his eyesight, he had to look carefully to see it.

"Did you two just sneak in from the Black State? Why are your colors so pure?"

"Brother, what does he mean?" the black man holding the machete asked blankly.

"Idiot, he is racist against us!"

Chapter 13 A slight brain collapse~

A minute later, the younger of the two black men knelt on the ground, looking at Sun Wuming in fear, who was still four or five meters away from him.

That look didn't seem like he was looking at a person, but more like he was looking at a devil.

Just now, a blue light came out from this man's fingers, and his elder brother was blasted into a bloody mist.

And that finger was now pointing at his head.

"Want to live? Nigger."

Sun Wuming asked softly, this race's talent was still something, at least it made him feel a little fearful.

What are you afraid of?

Of course, he didn't dare to bombard his opponent with his fists and knives.

If your hands are dirty, you have to wash them, at least until you remove a layer of skin before they become clean.

Otherwise, why would Sun Wuming use Qigong bullet to deal with a farm tool?

It's like using a cannon to kill a mosquito.

"I want to! Boss, spare my life!"

The black man was kneeling on the ground and was almost kowtowing, hoping that Sun Wuming would just treat him like a piece of shit and let him go.

As for racial discrimination?

You can discriminate as you like, no, that is not discrimination, that is objective evaluation!

"Take me to this place if you want to live."

Sun Wuming threw over a piece of paper with the address of the Maozi brothers on it.

After seeing the address clearly, the black man hesitated for a moment. As someone who lived in this area, he naturally knew what this place represented.

But after looking at the finger that had already lit up, he made a decision immediately.

"Boss! I'll take you there right now!"

...

On Street No. 13, there is a seemingly abandoned and dilapidated factory building, which is the hidden base of the Russian Brotherhood.

This place is very close to an abandoned dock. It is abandoned on the surface, but that is just the statement given to the public.