"Thank you very much. I will notify Laboratory 32 immediately. They have been urging me for a long time. Okay, bye."
Tim put down the phone, and not long after, there was a knock on the office door. When he saw the appearance of the person, Tim was stunned for a moment.
"What's wrong with you?" A hand waved in front of him. Tim shook his head and said, "It's nothing. I thought all the researchers here were Peter Parker."
"Are you new here? Most of the researchers here are indeed Peter Parker, but I am Gwen."
"Are you Spider-Man too?"
"Of course, Miles was actually supposed to be here, but he was in a hurry to leave before finishing his homework, so I came here to run an errand for him. Where are the newly arrived reagents?"
"Over there, take it to the 22nd floor and give it to Laboratory 32, Laboratory 33 and Laboratory 36. If there are more, don't move them back. Just put them in the warehouse on the 22nd floor."
Gwen Spider-Man nodded, but turned back a little curiously and asked: "Why are you responsible for receiving the reagents? Generally, newcomers are not assigned such an important task."
"Of course it's because I performed well." Tim said a little proudly. Seeing Gwen's suspicious eyes, he could only sigh and said: "Originally, I was working as a assistant in Mr. Stark's laboratory, and he thought I was too noisy.
Yes, they kicked me out."
Gwen Spider-Man looked him up and down and said: "Can you enter Mr. Stark's laboratory? Which university did you graduate from? Have you produced any remarkable results before?"
"None of them." Tim shook his head and said decisively: "I am a related household."
"This is interesting. Who could have the dignity to put you directly into Mr. Stark's laboratory?"
"Dr. Schiller."
"That's okay."
Just as Spider-Man Gwen was about to leave, Tim answered the phone. After hanging up the phone, he said: "There seems to be something wrong with the storage records on the 22nd floor. Let me go down with you."
Spider-Man Gwen didn't say anything, but she picked up the box and was about to leave, but Tim acted like a gentleman and helped her get some, but the box was so heavy that it almost pulled his arm off.
Gwen Spider-Man chuckled, weighed the box in her hand very easily and said: "You can't compare this with Spider-Man, you'd better remember it next time."
Tim shook his head helplessly. On the way downstairs together, he asked Spider-Man Gwen many things about the Spider Army.
"Honestly, I'm very interested in Spider-Man, mainly in the process of you having spider powers. Have you all been bitten by a spider? Is the spider that bit you still alive?"
"I knew you would want to talk about this." Gwen Spider-Man had an expression that did not exceed my expectations. She said: "Basically everyone who knows something about Spider-Man wants to know this, but you may be disappointed.
Well, this is not a very rigorous scientific process, to be more precise, it is actually magic."
Spider-Man Gwen introduced Tim to the spider totem, and then said: "Actually, the spiders that bite us are completely different. Some are simply non-toxic species, and some don't even bite, just a formality, but we all
Has almost the same superpower."
Tim was obviously a little disappointed. Gwen Spider-Man continued: "You don't know yet, right? The fighting world has started recently. There is a man named Bruce Wayne in our team. He is very interesting..."
"Wait a minute!" Tim felt like his brain was shutting down, and he said, "Aren't you Spider-Man? Aren't all your team members Spider-Man?"
"Yes, this Bruce Wayne is also Spider-Man, don't you think it's strange?"
"Bruce Wayne can also be Spider-Man?!" Tim was really surprised. He said, "But you are obviously from two universes."
"This process is a bit complicated. Bruce didn't explain it clearly, but it seems that there is a Spider-Man in the universe who gave him the ability."
"Is this something you can give casually?!"
"Of course it's not given casually. Recently, a Spider-Man gave his abilities to Miles, but this must be approved by the Spider Totem."
Spider-Man Gwen carried the box and continued to walk forward, thinking while saying: "We thought that this Bruce Wayne would be as smart as other Batmans, plus Spider-Man's super powers, wouldn't our team
Invincible?"
"Isn't it?"
"It's not such a good thing." Gwen Spider-Man snorted and said: "I don't know why, this Bruce who became Spider-Man is not very smart. If I have to say it, he is actually a bit clumsy, and he seems to be too smart.
It's not as dark as Batman, I think he's quite normal."
"It's really amazing." Tim sighed. He shook his head and said, "There is nothing very special among my peers."
"Are they all the same?"
"Not really. It seems that some Tim Drakes have different sexual orientations from me. They seem to be gay."
"It's not that different." Spider-Man Gwen shook her head and said, "My good sisters are also gay, but she is very popular, maybe because she is a drummer."
The two soon arrived at the 22nd floor. Tim went to the warehouse, while Gwen Spider-Man had to deliver things to various laboratories. Before leaving, Gwen Spider-Man also introduced Tim to the Spider APP so that he would be fine.
Go up and have a look.
After Tim finished handling the work in the warehouse, he took out his mobile phone and started checking it. He was really curious about the organizational system of the Spider Army, but because he was an outsider, he couldn't log in.
Tim had no choice but to call Schiller and ask for his Spider APP account, but he didn't expect Schiller to have something to do with him, so he had to take a half-day leave from the attendance system and return to Arkham Sanatorium.
"Well, Tim, you've done some work with Wayne Group, right?"
"It's not a lot." Tim shook his head and said, "After Bruce became a doctor, I took care of the entire group."
Schiller patted him on the shoulder and said: "I plan to buy a farm in California, mainly for recuperation and social interaction. I just called for consultation. Their quotation is shockingly expensive. Do you have any ideas?"
"Legal or illegal?"
"Are you going to do it illegally?!"
"Everyone in Gotham knows it. You can find a gypsy to throw shit on their door. I have a formula that will keep the fragrance for three years."
Schiller spat out a mouthful of water, looked at Tim and said, "It's hard to imagine what kind of life you guys are living in Gotham, but I'm a doctor and I can't break the law, so of course I have to use legal means."
Tim sat down, thought about it and said: "This is a bit troublesome. If you want it to be completely legal, I'm afraid it's impossible. It can only look more legal."
"for example?"
"Heavily polluting chemical plants have been relocated, hazardous chemical tankers have exploded, surrounding nuclear wastewater has been discharged into the sea, and urban rain clouds have polluted..."
"Wait a minute." Schiller put down the water glass and said, "I don't want to get the land for free, just cheaper."
Tim touched his chin, rolled his eyes up, and thought: "Then we can only rely on public opinion. Do they have any unethical killing practices? What are the safety measures of the biogas digester? Do the farmers have any pets recently?
Death? Are there any venues suitable for extreme sports around?"
As soon as he heard these questions, Schiller knew what he was going to do, so he cleared his throat and said: "Most of the wicked people in this world are the same. The methods you can think of have already been thought of by wicked people."
Tim looked him up and down and said, "Isn't this wicked guy you're talking about..."
"It's not me, don't talk nonsense!" Schiller denied it at the speed of light, and then said: "Anyone who can own a farm in a place like that is not a fool. There is naturally someone behind it."
"Is there no one behind you?"
"I'm usually the one in the background."
"This is a bit troublesome." Tim touched his chin and said, "If they had ever encountered this kind of thing, they would have been prepared for it, but there should be a way."
Tim touched a piece of paper on the coffee table and said while writing: "They have a backer, so they can definitely control the public opinion of the traditional media. Even if there are any violations within the farm, they will not be exposed, but the new media is different.
, those Tiktok anchors dare to go anywhere, if we can create a hot spot and let them gather around it, something will definitely be exposed."
Schiller applauded him.
Tim looked at him with some confusion and said: "Actually, you can figure it out, right? After all, this short video software is new to me, but it is different for you."
"But you are a young man after all." Schiller said: "How do you think we should create hot spots? Crop circles?"
"That's all cliche." Tim sighed and said: "The farm... the farm... is here! Isn't Pamela studying the beating vegetables? Bring two beating cabbages and make sure those anchors follow them in droves.
.”
"It's wrong to hit someone."
"Then don't hit the bad guys." Tim said: "According to what you said, those farms near the West Coast are basically invested by rich people for socializing. Find a gathering of politicians and financial practitioners and throw two stars in there.
Cabbage has improved the stability of human society more than all the superheroes in New York catching thieves for a month."
"Genius idea!" Schiller snapped his fingers and said, "That's it!"
Pamela received the call in the laboratory and was stunned when she heard Tim's request from the other side and said: "Where do you want to throw the cabbage? Did I hear you right? Paris's Love Farm?"
Pamela glanced at the note she just got from Nick, and then said: "Are they going to hold a party at the beginning of next month to raise funds for the Democratic campaign in Los Angeles? There will be a congressman in it.
Prorance Anshel?"
"Don't ask me how I know." Pamela looked down at the portrait of a middle-aged bald man on the information and said, "I'll take this job. What price are you going to offer? No, that's too low..."
Steve, who was chatting with Jason from the classroom to the restaurant, also received a call. He said: "Yes, it's me... Are you already so short of people? Assassination? Are you serious?"
"I hope you're not making a fuss out of a molehill." Steve changed the phone's hand and said, "I'll send someone to keep an eye on it... You want me to go there in person? Don't tell me that Hydra has gotten in, okay?
, what time is the flight tomorrow?”
After hanging up the phone, Steve glanced back at Jason. He put the phone back in his pocket and said, "Emergency mission. Fly to Los Angeles at nine o'clock tonight. We received a report from an informant. Someone is going to be there next month."
There was an assassination attempt on a congressman at a party at a farm not far from Los Angeles. I have to go and watch."
"Does this still require your action?"
"They just saw that I was too idle and wanted to find something for me to do." Steve jumped off the bar stool and said, "Go and notify your classmates to assemble. This time we are going to use a more peaceful approach."
Jason gave him an OK gesture and said, "I understand, just wait peacefully for that politician to be beaten half to death, and then go out and clean up the mess."