American comics: Intercepting the female superhero, the symbiote is invincible

PS: Thanks to reader [樂嗬] for pointing it out. The author made a mistake while writing. The green symbiote used for Mary Jane is actually the one Norman Osborn had, but the author forgot the rule that symbiotes cannot possess the opposite sex. Sorry (ノへ~、).

The revised version is: Mary Jane created two symbiotes for the protagonist. One possessed Mary Jane and was then taken back, while the other remained on Norman Os.

The author will also try to revise the earlier chapters.

If you have any questions about this book, please feel free to point them out in the comments section.

Chapter 20: The Girl Who Says One Thing and Means Another – The Search Begins.

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After pulling Ron into the RV, Skye's expression immediately changed, and she said nervously in a low voice, "You didn't leave any evidence, did you? It's fine if you get arrested, but don't let it drag me down with you."

"Evidence?" Ron blinked innocently, feigning ignorance. "What evidence?"

“Don’t pretend with me!” Skye picked up a keyboard and typed a few times, quickly displaying rows of data.

"The virus I programmed has a backdoor, and I have a copy of all the data you stole!" The girl raised her chin smugly.

"Huh?" Ron hadn't expected this girl to have this trick up her sleeve.

He grabbed the girl's raised chin and pretended to be fierce, saying, "Little beauty, you dare to keep evidence to yourself? Aren't you afraid I'll silence you?"

"Are you willing to?"

Skye rolled her eyes and slapped his hand away: "I have to say, you're too ruthless. Stealing information is one thing, but killing someone is another."

"I didn't do it, don't accuse me falsely." Ron shrugged helplessly: "My pet cat at home is a bit ferocious, there's nothing I can do about it."

"Don't give me that nonsense..."

Skye closed the file, muttering to herself, "...Just don't drag me into this. I don't want to go to jail for a man..."

"how could be."

Ron pulled the girl into his arms, slipped his hand inside his coat, and gently rubbed her soft waist through her T-shirt: "With me here, you'll only become a CEO, a rich and beautiful woman, and reach the pinnacle of life."

"Ha~"

Skye scoffed, turned to look at Ron, and raised a hand to stroke his face: "Saying all these nice things to me... you must want me to help you again, right?"

"You guessed right," Ron said, then leaned in and gave her a light kiss on the cheek.

Hi...you...

The girl touched her slightly damp face, her eyes darting around, and said, "Don't try to seduce me with your looks..."

Although I said that, my body honestly started to get hot...

She pursed her pink lips for a moment.

She suddenly twisted her waist, pressing herself against the boy, cupping his head in her hands, and passionately pressed her soft lips against his.

“wuen…”

"...wumu".

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..

After a long time.

Skye leaned against Ron, tracing circles on his chest with her fingertips: "What do you want me to do for you? Don't come to me again if it involves money or murder..."

Ron carried her to the computer and said, "Help me look up a few people."

"Who are you investigating?" The girl squirmed restlessly in his arms and asked, "You're not planning to do something bad to these people, are you? Wouldn't that make me an accomplice?"

"Don't worry, I just wanted to give them some gifts..."

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three days later.

Al Parsons, Texas.

pen ———~

The off-road vehicle's tires rolled over the gravel and yellow soil, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The car door opened, and a combat boot stepped onto the ground.

The man who stepped down was a muscular man wearing a dark green tactical vest, exuding a strong and capable aura.

He went to the other side of the car and respectfully opened the passenger door.

Inside sat a handsome young man, leaning back in his chair, looking relaxed and carefree.

—It was Ron.

"Ok?"

Ron opened his squinting eyes and sat up straight. "Wilson, have we arrived?"

"Yes, boss, we have arrived at the city you provided."

"Thanks for your hard work."

I looked out at the bright sun.

Ron grabbed a pair of sunglasses from beside him and put them on.

Then he got out of the car.

Then, the back door of the car was opened, and several equally muscular men got out.

Ron looked at them, adjusted his glasses, and asked, "Do you know what I hired you for?"

Everyone nodded in unison: "Find the man who is 'Logan'!"

Wilson added, "Also, don't alert him after you find him, notify you immediately!"

Pa~!

Ron snapped his fingers and nodded in satisfaction. "Good. I'll add one more thing: make sure he's alive and well before I get there, understand?"

"understand!"

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Chapter 21: Bars and Thugs, Clues to Wolverine

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"Don't just stand there! Pair up and investigate separately!"

Wilson took the lead and shouted.

The mercenaries grabbed their weapons and equipment and began searching separately.

Ron himself wasn't idle either.

Driving a car.

We entered the city of Elparson.

We started browsing.

The tough and resilient spirit of the people of Texas is well reflected here.

On the road, you can often see motorcycle gangs speeding by.

Several thugs parked their car in front of a bar and went inside, arm in arm with each other.

Ron glanced around the bar; the sign read "Rattlesnake Beauty," and the decor was quite unique.

He became somewhat interested after seeing the name.

Moreover, bars have always been a good place to get information.

So he stopped his SUV and walked into the bar amidst the welcoming smiles of the hostess.

Upon entering the bar.

The first thing you see is a brightly lit dance floor, and swaying, tanned breasts...

"Handsome guy~"

A beautiful woman with a tanned complexion swayed her body and approached her familiarly, inviting, "Want to dance together?"

Ron touched his nose.

How come he's so popular with women...?

"Thank you, but I'd like to have some myself first."

Ron could tell what was more important than what was less important; finding Wolverine was the priority right now.

He politely declined the girl's advances and sat down at the bar alone.

The bartender here is quite unique. While other bars usually have young, handsome men and beautiful women, this one has a middle-aged man wearing a snakeskin cowboy hat.

If it weren't for the attractive woman standing at the entrance, Ron would have suspected that the bar's name was a scam.

"Eugene, bring me a drink! Just like always!"

"Give me one, too!"

As luck would have it, those thugs from earlier were sitting not far away, ordering drinks from the bartender.

Judging from their gloomy expressions, they seemed to be in a very bad mood.

Upon closer inspection, Ron noticed that all of them bore injuries, bandaged with conspicuous white bandages...

"What bad luck! How did I run into that kind of guy..."

"That damned old bastard!"

"Fake!"

Several thugs were drinking heavily in silence while cursing someone.

It sounds like that person must have given them a hard time.

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After pouring drinks for the group, the middle-aged bartender turned his gaze to Ron and asked, "Sir, what would you like to order?"

Ron pointed at the drinks menu on the bar, slid it across the counter, and then ordered some drinks and food.

The food at this bar was more ordinary than I expected.

He had thought there would be a dish like "rattlesnake meat fried with cactus".

After taking a few bites, Ron pulled a printed photograph from his pocket and went straight to the point, handing it to the bartender named Eugene and asking, "Hello, have you seen this person before?"

This is an old photo of "Wolverine" Logan, and Skye had a lot of trouble finding it online.

Unfortunately, after looking at the photo for a long time, the old bartender shook his head and said, "Sir, I don't think I've ever seen this person before... Even if I had, with so many customers every day, I wouldn't remember, unless they're a regular customer."

"That's right!"

One of the thugs, who couldn't hold his liquor and was a little drunk, suddenly chimed in: "Eugene would only remember regulars like us who come here every day. Who do you think you are, kid!"

"Let me see!" he babbled, snatching the photo from Eugene's hand.

The thug wasn't in a hurry to look. He first sneered at Ron, "I bet you've got your eye on some woman, haven't you?"

"Let me tell you... this is our territory. If you want to find women, you have to pay us first!"

"Yeah!"

Seeing this, the other thugs also joined in the commotion.

"Please pay for this meal first!"

"Don't just stand there! Making you treat us is giving you face!"

Ron's expression was a half-smile: "Give me face?"