Marvel's Dark Knight

Chapter 2 The Second Spider-Man (Please collect)

The death of Spider-Man made a lot of people sad, but it also made a lot of people happy.

For example, the gangsters who were dealing in contraband in the alley were obviously no longer as nervous as before.

Even the voice was already several degrees higher.

"Hahaha, that guy who wandered above the city every day is finally dead." In the alley, he looked at the news message pushed to him on his phone.

A gangster spoke happily to his companion.

If it weren't for the lack of beer in their hands now, Wayne has no doubt that they will raise their glasses and drink happily in the next second.

"Okay, the spider is gone, other guys, I don't know if they will come out and do something." The other guy who made the deal was obviously calmer.

He still didn't relax his vigilance, and kept using his peripheral vision to see if there were any other street heroes around him.

Once one appears, it will definitely interfere with their transactions.

It's better to end the transaction early and nothing happens.

Everyone can go home early and sleep well.

"What are you afraid of? Now there are no heroes who will come out to control us. I guess they all went to pay homage to that spider." The gangster who spoke before was obviously unscrupulous.

He even looked up thinking the alley was looking directly above.

"No way." Just as the gangster was about to say something, a figure appeared in his sight.

That is, bat.

The shadow of the bat flashed past, and then all he saw was a specially reinforced combat boot.

Wayne jumped down from the air, and the black cloak behind him was like a bat spreading its wings the first time Wayne jumped out, slowing down Wayne's speed.

But the following cloak has followed Newton's laws, and it rattles with Wayne's rapid landing.

"Boom!"

A heavy kick from Wayne made the gangster feel no pain at all, and fell into a deep sleep.

I have to say that it is really good to be young.

When you want to sleep, you can always fall asleep.

The other gangster had no intention of drawing a gun. His first choice was to turn around and flee.

Years of criminal experience have already made the current gangsters understand a truth, when facing these masked bastards.

Don't think about fighting them, let alone talking to them.

The only thing you can do is to surrender or run away.

If you're lucky, you might be able to escape the masked freak.

"Where do you want to go?" A deep devil-like voice rang in the gangster's ear.

He hit Wayne head-on.

Under the impact, Wayne didn't retreat at all, but the gangster fell directly to the ground.

He raised his head to look at Wayne, and backed away with all his hands and feet. He couldn't understand how he could appear directly in front of him now, even though the guy from before was still behind him.

In this dark alley, he couldn't see the expression in Wayne's eyes at all.

Wayne's eyes were scanning the things in the hands of the gangster in front of him. He hated these guys who traded contraband.

Very annoying.

Wayne walked forward, keeping approaching the bastard.

The fear of a dark figure is doubled for a gangster.

Every time Wayne took a step forward, the fear in the gangster's heart was aggravated.

The gangster couldn't accept this situation anymore, so he took out the pistol on his waist.

It's a pity that the gangster's movements are too slow in Wayne's eyes.

Before the gangster could point the gun at him, Wayne had already shot a batarang.

The sharp bat dart was not aimed at the gun in the gangster's hand, but aimed at the gangster's wrist.

"Ah!!! My hand!!"

The gangster pinched his right wrist and yelled.

A batarang had pierced his forearm.

Wayne just looked at all this indifferently: "The bat dart didn't hurt any important part of your forearm, it just hurts."

Wayne didn't care about the gangster's wailing at all, he just seemed to be talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

Maybe it's because the current Wayne has all the abilities from a certain Batman. When Wayne saw the gangster, he had already instinctively analyzed the position on the gangster that could be subdued, but not fatal.

In Wayne's eyes, the gangster was no different from a corpse that had been dissected layer by layer.

"You are a devil!"

The gangster snarled at Wayne with snot and tears.

But Wayne didn't care at all.

He walked up to the gangster, lifted the guy up with one hand, and smashed it directly against the wall.

"Now, let me ask, and you answer." Wayne put his face close to the gangster, keeping the angry bat mask. In the eyes of the gangster, it may be more terrifying than anything else.

"I said, don't suck my blood dry."

The gangster was full of fear, and nodded repeatedly, probably because he was afraid of Wayne in front of him, and sucked all the blood from his body.

Before Wayne could say anything, a thread of spider silk had already clung to the gangster's body, pulling him directly into the middle of the alley.

When a man who was able to lift a grown man with one hand and dressed like a bat demon tortured him with an extremely frightening voice.

Who would believe that a man like a bat is a good person?

At least this is too recognizable for another guy who just came to this world.

Sometimes, superheroes aren't the only ones who wear masks.

Supervillains also cover their faces to make themselves appear more intimidating.

Wayne now pretty much fits this Spider-Man's judgment of a supervillain.

"It's really tough, man." Spiderman looked at the bat dart that pierced through the gangster's forearm. "I know you're a big Batman fan, but Batman wouldn't do something like this."

"Let's not do evil in the alleys."

Looking carefully at this Spider-Man, who was obviously a bit down, Wayne really didn't want to think about this Spider-Man's situation in the most difficult direction.

But who made him not even have a pair of shoes.

Even, I have a little belly.

Perhaps aware of Wayne's gaze on his stomach, the Spider-Man waved his hand relatively indifferently: "It may be caused by some spatial fluctuation. I used to have a pretty perfect body."

Slowly walking five meters in front of the Spider-Man, Wayne spoke softly.

"You smell like pizza, bacon and cheese."

"Huh?" Wayne's words made Spider-Man start to smell his body in an instant, but he didn't think he smelled of pizza.

"Uh-huh, you're kidding me dude." Spider-Man shook his finger, indicating that Wayne was joking.

"The guy next to you sells contraband, holds illegal weapons, and even has human life on his body." Wayne didn't get entangled in the issue of what Spider-Man had for dinner.

He just shifted his gaze to the bastard over there who dared not move at all.

"Uh." Spider-Man also set his sights on that bastard.

The gangster quickly nodded to the down-and-out Spider-Man, saying that Wayne was right.

At least the gangsters know that when they can't escape the pursuit of masked freaks, the best choice is to find Spider-Man and let him take them to the police station.

That way, they can save their lives.

However, facing a guy like Wayne who didn't know the details at all, he even put his trading partner into a deep sleep as soon as he made a move.

He really didn't dare to bet on whether Wayne would kill someone.

"It seems that I blamed you wrongly." Spider-Man turned his head and wanted to apologize to Wayne.

The question is, where is the shadow of Wayne?

"I hate this kind of thing."

The gangster was tied up with spider silk, and the bleeding was stopped at the place where the gangster was shot through by the bat dart. Spiderman had already called the police through the gangster's mobile phone.

Then disappeared in front of the gangster.

Due to the intrusion of a certain guy, now Wayne needs to find a target again to bulge his pockets.

"The bat dart should be taken back." Wayne frowned thinking of the bat dart he hadn't brought back.

Now he doesn't have a Batcave as his logistics base. Every batarang is considered a non-renewable resource.

Precious.

"I think you forgot something." A slightly owed voice rang in Wayne's ear.

Spider-Man followed.

He still had the bat dart that Wayne had used before.