I'm Spider-Man in Marvel

Chapter 64 Go to
"Peter, we got the things, let's go."

The familiar voice made Peter end all kinds of predictions about this news, break away from the state of thinking, and look up at the front of his eyes.

The moment Gwen entered his eyes, Peter had to admit the fact that he had just come back to his senses. He felt his eyes light up again, a feeling of amazement welled up in his heart, and his heartbeat accelerated inexplicably.

The black high-heeled shoes were replaced with sneakers, and the long hair was combed again and tied into a ponytail. The whole person looked very capable.

When he saw the backpack behind him, Peter immediately regained his composure, and there were two speculations in his mind. One was that Gwen was really prepared, and the other was that Gwen's father, George, was definitely a powerful darling. .

This backpack is a special version for self-defense. It is equipped with a high-voltage electric shock device on the left and right sides, which is very easy to extract. The most basic standard is smooth flow.

And when the voltage is adjusted to the highest level, the things in contact will almost fall down when touched. It is a feeling that the whole body will instantly enter numbness simultaneously, which is definitely not something ordinary people can bear.

Don't ask how Peter knew, keep asking, the crazy special training at the beginning, and Mindy's full of bad taste, that is an unforgettable memory, and it is still hard to forget.

Peter patted his head, suppressed the complicated and troubled memories in his heart, got up and walked towards Gwen, approached and asked, "Gwen, how should we go? What's your plan?"

Gwen led the way ahead, and responded, "Go for the car, by the way, Peter, do you have your driver's license with you?"

The sudden arrival of this question made Peter stunned for a few seconds, and replied in an uncertain tone: "I remember it was, I stuffed it into the backpack today."

After speaking, he reached out to open the backpack behind him, and searched carefully, "Let me take a look first, here, what's wrong?"

Gwen was already multi-tasking, typing text messages on the mobile phone while walking in a straight line, and explained: "This time I may drive a motorcycle. I am not very skilled in motorcycles, so I may trouble you to be the driver." gone."

It turned out that when Gwen went upstairs to get things just now, Gwen heard the chatter of several colleagues and learned that a series of traffic accidents had occurred at the intersection.

It just happened to be during the peak hours of work and school. The current situation is that more than an hour has passed, and the condition of this road section has not been relieved. Instead, it has gradually spread to the nearby road section for several kilometers, forming a trend of big traffic jams.

And these road sections are all necessary places to go to the end point, and there is no other option for detours at all.

If you want to continue driving there, there is only one option left now—join the traffic jam, cultivate a calm state of mind with them during this journey, and wait for the normal traffic time.

Considering time and many other factors, Gwen quickly decided to change the original plan and give up the car to seek new tools. She activated the connections and relationships she had made over the past year.

I am currently communicating with a staff member of the logistics department, hoping to receive a new travel tool - a motorcycle.

With that said, Gwen changed direction again, walked towards the door, and came to the security room next to the door, "Peter, we need to wait here for a while."

Naturally, Peter had no problem. He nodded as a response, and stood shoulder to shoulder with Gwen, waiting for the key figures to appear on the stage.

A moment later, an old man in a security uniform and big sunglasses came driving a cool motorcycle.

When the vehicle drove closer, Peter found that it was still a brand he was familiar with, and he had observed it closely last night.

That's right, it was a Harley. An old man over half a century old with a little gray hair was driving a domineering Harley.

However, unlike what he saw last night, the first feeling of this Harley is that it has gone through vicissitudes and years. From the traces on the car, he seems to have seen all kinds of strong winds and waves.

Taking a closer look at the old man's clothes that closely follow the trend of the times, a strange sense of fashion comes oncoming. If he is a few years younger, Peter estimates that the old man must be a part of the gangsters on the streets late at night.

No surprises, Peter's intuition was correct, the old man deserves to be a person who wants to do big things, and the next second he speaks will be a big piece of news.

Before the old man stopped the car completely, he began to tease: "Hi, Gwen, good evening. This one is probably not your boyfriend."

At first, Gwen, who was about to speak out, didn't expect this question to be raised. He was stunned for several seconds, and turned his head subconsciously.

Just happened to look at each other with Peter on the side, and then the two sides separated instantly, looking at each other as if the air was suddenly quiet.

The collision of eyes made the two people who were originally normal feel a little indescribable feeling in their hearts, and an inexplicable atmosphere formed around them.

The momentary interaction between the two, the old man on the side watched with relish, he couldn't help but think of the girl when he was young, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He sighed again, "It seems that a group of young men in the company are about to cry. My friend George is probably going to suffer from insomnia these few nights, and his precious daughter is about to be stolen."

Facing such a funny old man, Gwen couldn't help laughing, brushed her hair to cover her hot ears, and took a deep breath to greet him.

He replied calmly: "Good evening, Mr. Edward, I'm sorry to trouble you, I came from home late at night, thank you very much for your help."

He took the initiative to take the direction of the topic, pointed to Peter who came over and introduced: "Peter Parker, my classmate and new colleague, we have something to go out, but it just so happened that there was a big traffic jam at the intersection."

The term "manual maturity" is fully reflected in the old man. Although he has seen through Gwen's blunt reversal at a glance, he still knows the scope of ridicule.

Directly following this topic, he continued: "Is that so, is there a traffic jam already? That's why my big baby is more reliable, but be careful, my fuel tank is only one-third full."

As he spoke, the old man parked the car aside, took off his hat and big sunglasses, pulled out the key, and approached the two of them.

At this time, Peter, who had been staying quietly by the side, could clearly see the side face of the old man. Under the light of the security room, he saw a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

Familiarity is because I have only seen him in several movies and news, and the strange feeling is naturally due to seeing a real person for the first time.

(End of this chapter)