Marvel's Dark Knight

Chapter 3 Annoying Spider (Please collect)

Spiderman obviously wears a mask, but people can always feel his current expression.

For example, what Wayne feels in his face now is a playful emotion.

It may be because of his huge eyes on the mask that people can more clearly feel the feeling from the spider.

Compared with Spiderman's rich expression, Wayne's bat mask can bring people only fear and anger from the person under the mask.

Even if there was a smile on the corner of the mouth of the person under the mask, it would only make the person facing Wayne feel a little ironic.

Likewise, few people can see Batman's smiling face.

Most of what they can see is just Batman's disapproving gaze.

That's it.

Wayne didn't say anything, he calmly took his bat dart back from Spiderman's hand.

"Hey, won't you say thank you?" Wayne's calm expression obviously made the Spider-Man a little uncomfortable.

Even if he helped an old lady, he would be able to get a thank you.

Now he took Batman's bat dart back, but there is nothing?

When he said this, Wayne who was walking in front stopped and turned to look at the Spider-Man.

"What material is your spider silk made of? With this kind of toughness and tensile strength, I think it will automatically dissolve in a short time." A device like a bracelet suddenly appeared in Wayne's hand.

Wayne himself was actually a little surprised. This kind of ability to take other people's things without anyone noticing is really hard to guard against.

With this skill, anyone in Gotham might be able to cultivate a peerless thief.

"What?" Spider-Man himself was stunned. He probably never thought that one day he would be quietly taken away from his spider web launcher.

"How did you do it?" Spider-Man said to Wayne excitedly after he realized it.

He has never seen this kind of thing develop.

Moreover, his spider silk launcher was placed in his battle suit, so how was it taken away?

"You're distracted." Wayne threw the web launcher directly at the Spider-Man who obviously had a small belly.

"." Regarding this matter, the current Spider-Man really doesn't know what to say.

Even if the years are a butcher's knife, he didn't exercise seriously, but at least Spider-Man can be sure that he has never been so-called distracted.

Wayne didn't care about Spider-Man's current depression, he just turned around and walked towards his established goal.

He needs something.

"Hey, why can't you have a good conversation with people?" Seeing that Wayne was leaving, Spider-Man hurriedly ran towards Wayne.

"The Spider-Man in this world has just died, and you, the Spider-Man with a belly, has already appeared." Wayne didn't even turn his head, and just walked forward.

"I can judge that you are involved in a rather troublesome matter."

"I'm not going to get involved."

Wayne's calm words made Spider-Man look helpless.

He had never seen such a guy who basically didn't have any emotional ups and downs when he spoke.

"But haven't you been involved in this matter now?" Spider-Man still followed Wayne, and had no intention of leaving Wayne at all.

Wayne didn't speak, he just stood on the roof of this tall building, carefully looking at what happened around him.

Obviously, he was able to complete his plan just now, but was disturbed by an unexpected guest.

That guy has been by his side all the time.

"Hey, I knew you were a die-hard fan of Batman. Why, are you looking for the next criminal?" Spider-Man is indeed a talker, and he has been constantly harassing Wayne by his side.

There are words in the mouth.

"I hate this guy." Thomas in Wayne's mind could naturally hear Spider-Man talking, and he couldn't accept Spider-Man's chatterbox.

In his world, there is no one who can be as smooth-talking as Spider-Man.

He kept talking in one breath.

No need to even drink saliva.

Wayne didn't say anything, but he did agree with Thomas.

Everything about Spider-Man is good, except for that mouth.

"You keep refusing to talk to me like this, which always makes me feel embarrassed that you are talking about a one-man show. How about you give me a response?" Spider-Man suddenly swayed his spider web, and came to Wayne.

Wayne reached out and pushed Spider-Man away, and continued with his actions.

The biggest difference between bats and spiders is that bats need money.

Bats without money may not even be able to build bat darts.

"You really broke my heart, man. And I think man, you'd be better off being a Spider-Man fan, don't you?" Spider-Man never knew what it meant to give up.

He absolutely has his own confidence.

Everyone's favorite Spider-Man can't be compared to the gloomy Bat.

"You're talking about a Spider-Man with a midlife crisis, a stomach, and a Spider-suit without shoes?" Wayne looked up and down the person in front of him.

Spider-Man looked down at his bare calves, and his toes, which were digging the ground in embarrassment.

"It's all a small problem." Looking up again, there was no sign of Wayne in front of him.

All that's left is a figure that's already swinging into another building with a hook gun.

"In some ways, we're pretty similar." Spider-Man smiled.

Wayne has found his target, so he must not care about a Spider-Man talking to himself.

All he has to do now is make money.

By the way, make an identity for yourself.

Even if he doesn't know how long he will stay in this world, it is naturally best to have a legal identity.

It allows Wayne to get away from the interruptions from PDNY a lot of the time.

As for having money, the purpose is very simple, some things are always done with money.

Such as equipment.

Maybe it's because Spider-Man has been confirmed dead, and now everyone, big or small, has come out to make trouble.

The whole of New York has become like the state before Spider-Man appeared, with demons dancing wildly.

The chaotic city, the dark corners, and now New York are familiar to Thomas in Wayne's mind.

A city in this state is the state he once was in Gotham.

All order is nothing in the eyes of those guys.

Except, bats frame everything.

Like the previous session of contraband trading, Wayne's target was still the member who was obviously selling contraband to those around him.

Often, these guys have enough cash to support some of Wayne's activities.

What's more, Wayne didn't intend to get it from those individuals only, he also had to deal with the stronghold of contraband.

"This is yours." Holding a small packet of powder in his hand, the black guy was looking at the man in front of him who was obviously addicted with a smile on his face.

"Thank you." The man handed the cash in his hand to the black guy, and directly reached out to get the bag of powder.

When the man was about to touch the bag of powder, the black guy directly raised his hand so that the man couldn't touch it at all.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" The black guy stretched out a finger and shook his finger, "Sometimes, money may not be able to buy goods, you still need a little effort."

"Sir, me, what can I do?" The man now no longer knew what he was talking about, he just wanted to get what the black guy had.

Hearing his satisfactory answer, the black guy smiled and sent the bag of powder in his hand to the man: "As long as you can bring your wife, I will give you something new that will make you happy."

"No, no problem."

A man doesn't care what the black guy says, he just wants that bag of powder now.

He reached out to the black guy.

The black guy also nodded quite satisfied: "I recorded your words, don't forget."

"Forgot what?" A cold voice sounded from behind the black guy.

"What?" Before the black guy could react, a strong knee bump had already pushed the black guy against the wall.

Stomach churned, the black guy felt like he was about to spit out his dinner.

The entire abdomen is already kinked together.

Wayne looked indifferently at the man who was lying on the ground looking for the bag of powder that the black guy dropped.

Wayne would never feel sorry for this kind of person.

In particular, he intends to exchange his relatives for his so-called happy guy.

Wayne walked up to the man.

At this time, the man finally found the bag of powder that the black guy had lost before, and just when he wanted to feel the bliss in his head, a foot stepped on his head and hit the ground.

Blood slowly flowed out from the man's forehead.

"Sonofabitch!!" When Wayne was dealing with the poisonous insect, the black guy who was unable to move due to severe pain finally recovered.

He took out his gun without saying a word, and shot Wayne without hesitation.

But he missed his mark.

A spider's thread had caught his hand that held the gun.

"What?" The spider silk wrapped around his hand obviously made the black guy a little confused. Isn't Spider-Man dead?

Wayne didn't care whether Spider-Man would appear directly, he directly cut off the spider's thread with a knife, and punched the black guy in the abdomen.

The black guy had already suffered a heavy blow to his abdomen, and he couldn't stand it any longer under this punch.

He spat out blood, and his eyes were full of fear.

"Wow!" Spiderman landed next to them at this time, seeing the miserable condition of the black guy, and the man whose life and death were unknown, Spiderman obviously couldn't bear it, "This doesn't quite fit Batman's personality."

"Now, I ask, you answer."

Wayne ignored Spider-Man's presence. He held the black guy's collar with both hands and spoke to the black guy word by word.

Every pattern on the pitch-black bat mask in front of him seems to be telling the fear coming from deep within the human heart.

Spider-Man lowered his hand helplessly.

The black guy didn't want to continue like this, he nodded repeatedly.

Who made the masked freak in front of him completely indifferent to the damage he caused.

"Pick up address?"

"I only know that the goods came from Hell's Kitchen, and the location of each transaction is notified by them shortly."

"Time to pick up the goods?"

"Take it in two days, and I'll take it tomorrow." Even though the black guy still had blood in his mouth, he still didn't dare to explain clearly to Wayne.

"Where do you keep your cash?"

"My safe at home, the password is *****, and the address is 303 on the third floor of the apartment building two stops away."

Letting go of his hand, the black guy slowly slid down the wall.

Watching Wayne turn around, the black guy may have felt that he had escaped. Just as he was about to take a breath, Wayne, who had already turned around, turned around and hit him with an elbow without any warning.

Hit the black guy in the face.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the flying teeth could even be seen with the help of light.

After doing all this, Wayne just took out the cash from that black guy indifferently and stuffed it into his pocket.There was also a car key, which was also accepted by Wayne.

"Are you really a die-hard fan of Batman? Why do I think you are more like the Punisher?" Looking at what Wayne is doing now, Spider-Man really can't see Batman's style at all. .

The man on the ground, Spider-Man, has been checked. At least that guy has a severe concussion. If it is more serious, he may be in a vegetable state.

As for the black guy who was directly elbowed by Wayne, Spiderman can guarantee that that guy is definitely a vegetable.

Without timely treatment, Spider-Man would have no way of knowing whether the black guy would survive.

Didn't you see that the back of the black guy's head has started to ooze blood?

But now the Thomas in Wayne's mind has some complaints about what Wayne has done.

Instead of condemning Wayne's behavior and saying that he was too harsh, he felt that Wayne's behavior was a bit too light.

If Thomas were to take action against this kind of social pleasure, Thomas could guarantee that neither of these two people would survive.

All have to go to hell and report to Satan.

"I think you're a little too gentle." Thomas spoke to Wayne in a tone of hatred.

"Forgive me, I can't take someone's life directly, and I can't do it without any psychological burden." Wayne dealt with Thomas flatly, "This is already the most harm I can do."

Thomas couldn't say anything about Wayne's words.

He also knew that it would be difficult for Wayne to be like him directly.

Without speaking again, Thomas retreated back into his cell.

Wayne had already walked towards the parking lot not far away with the car keys, pressed the unlock button, and a Ford pickup lighted up.

"It's a nice car, I like it." Spiderman's annoying voice sounded again.