The horn daily was mobilized, and all departments acted together. The heads and brains of all major departments gathered together and kept in touch.
On this day, the operational efficiency of Clarion Daily was unprecedentedly high. They temporarily printed a new version of the newspaper, which was widely publicized regardless of cost, attracting a large number of pedestrians to buy it. Many netizens came here specifically to check the news on Clarion's official website.
"The shock of Spider-Man! A man who urinates in the wind! "
The topic was so hot and straightforward that it caught the attention of many people in the first place. People like to be curious, this is instinct, they like to chase something out of the ordinary, in order to show that they are also different.
There are many people who are looking for strange things, and everyone is looking for strange things. The final result is that everyone is the same again.
But Spider-Man is really hot.
Take a look at the manuscript written by James, an old man. He wrote with enthusiasm: "Spider-Man has never been alive. He unscrupulously exercises his rights outside the law. He uses his fist to exercise his crimes and uses spider silk to sniper violence. It is stupid and crazy. Arrogant and arrogant, messed up what the police should do.
Until he met the mechanic-please allow me to call this mysterious mutant who appeared in the crisis, Spider-Man was completely shocked, and for the first time in front of this windy man, he clearly realized how much he was. He is short and weak. In front of real adults, he is a child who has not developed and will never develop...
Let us mourn him deeply, because you can't blame such a short boy. Please let us, with his unpredictable mind, forgive him... Ah, short boy..."
is accompanied by a picture of Spiderman almost kneeling on the roof of the Empire State Building, which greatly enhances the credibility of this news.
When Spider-Man spent a lot of time, half tired, throwing Downey into the parking lot like driving a plague, and running angrily, he was pleasantly surprised to find that many people stopped and watched him.
More and more pedestrians discovered the wandering figure of Spider-Man, and stopped and looked up. The eyes were so profound that it made Spider-Man's brain circuit difficult to understand.
That kind of look is called mercy.
But he was still very excited, his depression was wiped out, and he was surrounded by a huge sense of glory. He was originally a high school student, but he was usually unknown, and he was always bullied by school bullies until he became Spider-Man, and many citizens watched him.
In the future, more people will look at him and respect him! Spider-Man firmly believes this!
More and more pedestrians stopped, whispered to each other, and gave detailed explanations to those who did not understand the situation.
Finally, another young man spotted Spider-Man wandering around among the tall buildings, and shouted excitedly: "It's Spider-Man! Ah, that short boy..."
what?
The rapidly moving red figure in the sky suddenly stiffened, and before the second hand had time to spray the spider silk, the whole person fell straight down, causing people to exclaim.
With a bang, Spider-Man fell to the ground by inertia, slid forward a certain distance, knocked down the naked dummy in the street clothing store, and hugged him tightly.
"It's so pitiful, seeing female dummies is like this, what should he do in normal times, surely no girlfriend is willing to talk to him... Ah, short boy... It's so pitiful..." The pedestrians whispered to each other and whispered.
Spider-Man barely got up, his movements were stiff, his face under the mask changed from red to purple. His heart was trembling, and the spider felt crazy and warned him.
There must be something extraordinary, but incomprehensible, that happened to him.
What is wrong with this absolute force.
Where is the problem?
Little Spider was depressed and aggrieved, everything went wrong, almost driving him crazy. The depression drove him to buy a warm hot dog, which was his favorite food.
When he wandered to the old shop he frequented, the shopkeeper had already spotted him and shouted in surprise: "It's you! You are here! Ah, short boy..."
In the brain, the spider sounded the alarm, sharp and piercing, and repeatedly warned him, making him stand up, a huge crisis and conspiracy have arrived, this time the level of danger exceeds the sum of the criminals he has fought before!
Spider-Man turned around and left.
"Ohhhhh, don't go! Ah, short boy, why are you always in such a hurry..." The shopkeeper chased it out, sighing, holding a freshly baked hot dog in his hand.
Spider-Man has red eyes and is hysterical. He has never received such attention, and has never been so aggrieved and painful. Who can tell him what terrible changes have happened?
Roar!
The more he thought about it, the more angry he was. While wandering, Spider-Man looked up at the sky and let out a roar. He vented his anger in this way.
People pointed and pointed: "Did you see, he is the person mentioned in the news... Ah, short boy..."
Hohohoho!
Spider-Man roared more, one after another, continuously.
Some old people have experienced a lot. They have already seen many things in the world. Listening to the roar in the air, they clearly heard unwillingness and resentment. They shook their heads and sighed: "What a poor child, he is still so young... Ah, a short boy. ..."
In short, Spider-Man was completely on fire. This fire burned out of New York, the American continent, and the whole world.
People in other places have gradually learned about such a poor hero through certain channels, and they all sighed: "Ah, short boy..."
The little spider burst into tears, looking at the sky speechlessly, what happened? Who on earth is hurting him?
The Horn Daily News was very excited. Their newspaper took this opportunity to become popular all over the world and smashed a wave of prestige. Both sales volume and official website views broke historical records. Vaguely, the big boss James laughed wildly, Spider-Man, you scum, didn't you drink Lao Tzu's footwash...
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The meeting with Little Spider was just a chance encounter. It was purely a coincidence, even Downey himself was surprised.
He ran to the top of the Empire State Building in New York, of course, not for boring things like watching the scenery, blowing wind or letting water out, he had his purpose.
Since he buried his parents' coffin and offered a bunch of flowers in sorrow and tears, Downey declined another invitation from S.H.I.E.L.D. and rode a motorcycle to the Empire State Building alone.
Of course he has a plan to come here.
Some people hiding in the dark will stupidly think that his brain has been injured and he will be reduced to a third-level mutant. There will no longer be a huge threat, and he can attack him unscrupulously. UU reading www.uukanshu. com
Whether it is harvesting for your own use or experimental dissection, you can unearth the secrets of high-level mutants in one fell swoop. You can concoct it at will. You only need to do it boldly, and it will be done with one blow.
But some idiots may have forgotten that a third-level mutant is not a soft persimmon. A third-level mutant like Wolverine can slaughter an army like a pig but a dog.
Downey just waited for the black hands to come to the door, and his new understanding of Tinder's ability made him confident to take this step.
Even if he is now at the third level.
Downey walked slowly into the underground parking lot, where he parked his motorcycle.
In the corner of the parking lot, there are still some cars in the car, and people can be seen faintly, they are waiting for him specially.
Countless large and small forces and interested people are watching silently by various means, no one speaks or reminds.
Everyone understands that when Downey rejected S.H.I.E.L.D. and did not contact Professor X or Magneto in time, he had actually made a certain choice.
This is a real world, some choices are made, and there is no chance to go back, until he fights all the way, he has no way but to make a way out.
Many people, including Downey, knew that it had finally started.
"It's finally started. Let me see how many catties you are, a high-level mutant, and whether you rise up in World War I or become an experimental material for anatomy."
Countless people are watching silently, thinking about some things in their hearts, and making plans.
People are following Downey in various ways, wanting to see what he will do.
Downey stopped and looked at the people in the parking lot who quietly got up and quietly approached him, finally showing a grinning smile.
"You bastards, do you really think that my skills are nothing but this..."