The night breeze was slightly cool, but it couldn't cover up the warmth around me.
Heather was pulled by the ghost spider, and the neon fire turned into countless streams of light and quickly turned backwards, her head still a little confused.
Did he just... get involved in a showdown between superheroes and super criminals?
Although she usually reads some superhero comics to relax, Heather never wants to let herself become the background panel in the story.
You must know that civilians in superhero stories can only be counted as numbers. Sometimes they don’t even bother to calculate the numbers for you, and just write them off as “heavy casualties.”
Look at the battle just now. Both Murdoc and the ghost spider have terrible physical strength and destructive power. If a punch or kick hits him, Heather probably won't even be able to get into the emergency room. He will have to fight on the spot.
was pronounced dead.
That Murdoch is what *** calls him the King of the Night, and it seems that he has spread his territorial expansion from Hell's Kitchen to the entire New York City.
This is not good news. Once the other party succeeds, I or Aunt Susan's family may fall into a terrifying dark reign.
While Heather was thinking, she suddenly felt her body begin to fall, and then fell to the ground.
Only then did he realize that he was gently placed on the roof of a high-rise building by the ghost spider, and she landed gracefully in a forward somersault.
It was then that Heather saw the whole of this recently famous street hero up close for the first time.
She is about 1.7 meters tall, and her whole body is covered in a white and black tight-fitting uniform, and her head, which is wearing a mask, is covered by a hood.
She wears light green ballet shoes on her feet, and with her standing posture and hot figure like an elegant dancer, it makes people feel happy just by looking at her.
At this time, the ghost spider looked around and finally breathed a sigh of relief: "It should be safe enough here, are you okay?"
"I'm fine. Thank you for your rescue, ma'am." Heather nodded.
It can be heard that Ghost Spider's voice is deliberately rough:
"I'll take you five kilometers away from St. Regis House so that the guy won't hear you. He can hear his heartbeat twenty feet away. He's like a big bat in the night... You'll see me next time
You have to be careful with this weird-looking guy."
What else could Heather say? He was just doing a small favor, but he almost got himself involved. Apart from being scared, he was also a little curious: "Excuse me, who is this King of the Night?"
"Fallen lawyer, leader of ninjas, king of the night, leader of the Hand, stick demon, basically any bad codename you can imagine can be put on Matt Murdock's head.
There is not much specific information about him. We only know that he is a lawyer on the surface, specializing in helping gangsters and powerful people fight lawsuits and winning every battle.
In private, he relied on his super strength to kill the previous leader of the Hand and unify this huge ninja organization. Can you imagine? A blind man who cannot see is actually the strongest ninja master in history.
Oh, and the most crucial identity is that he was the most effective assistant to the crime lord Kingpin, once."
The ghost spider puts one hand on his hip and talks.
Following her hand on her waist, Heather glanced over involuntarily.
I don't know if it's because the tights are too tight, but Heather can even see the clear vest line between her waist and abdomen with the help of distant lights... No, this is too rude.
Heather came to her senses and quickly looked away. The other person saved her life. Even if she accidentally glanced at it, she couldn't continue to look at that sensitive place.
...Huh? Wait a moment?
Opposite, the ghost spider seemed to have finally found someone to chat with, and kept talking with its small mouth:
"I've had a grudge against this guy since I debuted, and that big guy Kingpin, who likes flying vultures. Why can't these guys make me worry-"
"Gwen?"
The words stopped abruptly.
The ghost spider was stunned for a moment, then looked at Heather: "
G, Gwen? What Gwen...oh, you mistaken me for someone else, right? That must be an amiable one..."
"Are you the Ghost Spider? Damn it, I should have thought of that."
Heather didn't listen to her excuse at all and looked her up and down:
"Does Peter know about this? Or did you even hide it from Mr. George? Is this tights made of spider silk?"
Bombarded by a series of questions, the ghost spider finally went crazy. He pulled off his mask and revealed the familiar and charming face of Heather, but at this moment his face was slightly red with anger:
"Wait a minute! Why did you guess my identity all of a sudden? Even dad didn't recognize me!"
"My senses are a little sharper than the average person. Although your voice is deliberately rough, I can still hear a little bit of the original voice. There are also small movements. When you stand and chat with people until you are happy, you will stand up on your right foot slightly.
Standing on your toes, it's like dancing ballet. And the gestures you make when you speak..."
"OK OK."
Gwen blushed more and more as she listened, and quickly stopped Heather from continuing:
"You usually observe others too carefully! Do you want to be a detective?"
Heather pursed her lips, but there was one more crucial point that he didn't dare to say.
He is good at converting what he sees into data in his mind, and a waist-to-hip ratio of 58 is not an ordinary figure that can be seen.
After a short awkward period, Gwen finally managed to regain her composure. She took off her hood and sat on the edge of the roof, looking at the distant city night view. She sighed softly: "Don't tell others, okay?"
"Of course. But I'm more curious about how you got this super power." Heather sat not far from her and asked softly.
"...This is a long story."
"Are we busy now?"
"Right."
Slowly, Heather learned the origin of her superpowers from Gwen. About half a year ago, she was accidentally bitten on the back of her hand by a genetically engineered experimental spider that quietly escaped during a visit to the Ao Corporation.
, thus gaining spider-like abilities.
Her body functions have become far beyond those of ordinary people. She can cling to vertical walls through biostatic electricity. She has also acquired a special ability to predict danger similar to a sixth sense. She calls it "Spider Sense".
At first, just out of curiosity and fun, she modified and upgraded the biological cables simulated by Osborne Enterprises based on the silk of genetically enhanced spiders, and stored them in a small wrist ring launcher.
In this way, she can use specific gestures to launch extremely tough dissolvable spider silk, thereby achieving high-speed three-dimensional movement.
Then, she ordered a set of short-track speed skater's tights from the Internet and changed them into a spider suit with good breathability and toughness to hide her true face.
Wearing a mask is not to be shy, but to protect those close to you from retaliation and persecution.
At first, Gwen just wanted to be like the father she admired and become an upright and reliable messenger of justice like him.
Even though he was slandered as a dangerous person and criminal by the Daily Bugle day and night, even if he was regarded as an "anarchist" by the New York police and even demanded to be arrested and brought to justice, Gwen had no intention of giving up.
She shuttles over the city every day, doing her best to save others and fight criminals.
Gradually, the ghost spider becomes more and more famous, the territory it patrols becomes larger and larger, and the opponents it encounters become more and more powerful.
Unable to tell others about her experiences and troubles as a superhero, loneliness and loneliness lingered in Gwen's heart, causing tremendous pressure.
The night breeze was slightly cool. The girl sat on the edge of the roof and looked at the boy with glasses beside her:
"Now that I can tell you what's on my mind, I feel a lot more relaxed."
Heather pushed up her sunken glasses: "I heard that the police are hunting you. I know your information but didn't report it. Does this count as an accomplice?"
"Don't worry, if I am really caught by the police, I will confess you as soon as possible." Gwen stuck out her tongue.
"Each other."
With that said, Heather stretched out her hand to Gwen: "In view of your poor performance in public relations for superhero image, let me help you."
Gwen hesitated for a moment, and the long-term loneliness and loneliness forced her to reach out her hand out of nowhere.
"...Then you have to show some real skills to become my agent."