The giant of light in the marvel world

Make money selling your own photos?

Gwen hesitated. She had never really thought about this before, but when she thought about it carefully, superheroes were also considered public figures. Public figures should make money by brushing their faces, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with it.

For a moment, Gwen was really moved. When she first came to this world, all she could think about was how to get home, but now she has slowly begun to accept her situation. She had to consider the possibility that she would never go back, so how to survive in this new world became a top priority.

First, she desperately needed to make money.

I have to say that Jessica's proposal is actually quite tempting to her, but she always feels that relying on her superhero identity to make profits is a little unscrupulous. (Spider-Man:???)

After thinking about it, Gwen finally shook his head: "No, this is not the meaning of what I did in the first place. For me, it is not only an identity, but also a symbol of extraordinary significance. I don't want to compare this with Money is tied together, so."

As soon as she said this, a chill from the depths of her heart suddenly ran up her spine - it was not a spider sense. This premonition had not reached the level of "danger", but it already made her feel extremely bad.

Gwen turned her head and saw stiffly that the restaurant owner had stood behind her at some point, with an expression on his face that was definitely not "friendly" anyway.

Gwen suddenly realized that she was still at work, but now she was sitting with her legs crossed at the dining table chatting with Jessica for an unknown amount of time. She also realized that she had been late twice and absent from work once because of matters such as preventing robberies and catching thieves. The boss had scolded her and said that he would fire her directly next time.

If the boss got angry and scolded her again like the previous two times, it would be a small matter. What's even worse is that the boss just put on a standard "Sima face" this time and said calmly: "You're fired."

Gwen: "."

A few seconds later, Gwen, who had just been cut off from her financial resources, turned to Jessica: "Well, can we talk about the price of the photos?"

Jessica: "."

What? Symbolism and meaning? Is it important that something makes money and fills the stomach?

Morality? What is that? How much does it cost per pound?

After get off work, Richard went to Aunt Lin's house as planned and brought a bag of gifts to express his condolences.

Although Richard had heard about vampires in Marvel, he had never seen one in person. He was also slightly curious about vampires, and he also wanted to see what would happen to people bitten by vampires.

Aunt Lin was so excited that she almost burst into tears when she saw him, and hurriedly invited him into the house.

"She hasn't eaten or drank for the past two days, and I'm going crazy." Aunt Lin looked exhausted. "The hospital examination said she was in good health and had no problems. We told the police, and they just laughed it off. Everyone Everyone will only regard what Chloe said as a joke, and no one wants to believe us. Just like when the word 'vampire' is mentioned, everyone thinks it is a prank."

"Cathy believes it, and I want to believe it," Richard said.

Aunt Lin smiled happily: "Thank you, you are a good guy, I knew it when I first met you. You have a newspaper and you have great influence. Maybe you can talk about it in the newspaper, maybe someone will Pay attention."

"I will," said Richard.

Aunt Lin walked to her daughter's bedroom and knocked on the door: "Chloe, are you there? Mr. Li from the Daily Planet is here. I mentioned it to you, remember? You always said you wanted to meet him?"

There was silence in the room, no reply.

"Chloe?"

Aunt Lin knocked on the door twice more, and then gently opened the door a crack.

Then she was horrified by what she saw.

What appeared in front of the two of them was a scene that even the word "mess" could not accurately describe. They saw open wardrobes, opened drawers, torn books, and torn clothes scattered all over the floor. The bed was even more unsightly. The sheets were torn apart with violence and lint flew all over the room. Even if ten pickpockets came into the room one after another and looked through it, it would probably not make the mess worse.

"I'm here, Mom."

Chloe Lee stepped out of the shadows behind the door. Her face was pale, her lips were so dry that they looked like they were about to crack, and her uncombed hairstyle reminded Richard subconsciously of Jessica's look at home.

Chloe may have been a beauty with an upward trend. After all, the facial features of mixed Eastern and Western races can add a lot of points. But now her image is not beautiful in any way, but exudes a kind of gloominess like a ghost.

She doesn't look normal. For some reason, Richard instinctively felt a sense of repulsion in his heart the moment he saw her, just like light repelling darkness.

"Chloe?" Aunt Lin was stunned, "What's the matter with you?"

Chloe's eyes fell on Richard.

"Mr. Li, I'm sorry but I'm so hungry."

The girl took action, as quickly as a disappearing afterimage. She reached out with her right hand, and grabbed Richard's face with her open fingers. The whirlwind swept up the paper and cotton wool and flew all over the room.

Aunt Lin was clearly standing between the two of them, but she didn't see what was happening in the room at all. She felt as if there was a flash of a figure in front of her eyes, and when she came to her senses the next second, Chloe had flown out like a kite with a broken string, smashing the wardrobe behind her into two halves.

It stands to reason that such a hard fall would have caused serious injuries to ordinary people, but the girl immediately jumped up as if nothing had happened, roared in a low voice, and showed off two sharp and penetrating blood-sucking fangs.

No matter how slow she was, Aunt Lin realized that something was seriously wrong with her daughter. She was so frightened that she stood frozen on the spot, unable to speak at all. Richard walked forward slowly and said calmly: "You'd better step back a little."

The vampire girl roared and flew forward again. Her eyes were bloodshot, filled with desire for blood. Richard turned sideways to avoid the attack, and raised his hand to draw out the Evolution Truster. The white light lingered vaguely around the rod-shaped transformer, and slashed towards the girl's neck like a sharp blade.

The moment the Evolved Truster stored in the sheath struck the girl's neck, surging light energy poured into the girl's body like a torrent. The darkness inhabiting her body seemed to have encountered a natural enemy and was driven away screaming. Chloe's body trembled violently, she let out a sharp and strange cry, and fell to the floor, like a rag doll whose strings were cut and pulled, and no longer moved.