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Chapter 72 Crows Block the Way

Chapter 72 Crows Block the Road (Please Subscribe)

"Attention all units, Spider-Man has captured all those responsible for the bombings in the city..."

After that, the radio volume was turned up a bit.

"Watch out! A new guy has appeared, looks like another version of our New York City rich kid... Okay, Spider-Man is over."

A while later.

The radio station broadcasted again.

"Wait a minute?! Another Spider-Man?!"

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Upon hearing this, George couldn't help but wipe his face, as if he were talking to his driver or muttering to himself.

"Another Spider-Man? What kind of spiderweb has New York City stirred up?"

The driver chuckled. "I think this is a good thing. At least the city will be safer with one more Spider-Man."

"One Spider-Man is already enough trouble for us, and another one? I'm afraid I'll be driven crazy by these two Spider-Men in no time."

George snorted and turned to look out the window.

Perhaps because of the previous Lizard Man incident, the evacuation work went smoothly, and citizens in some areas were evacuated in an orderly manner. If you think of the whole of New York City as a jigsaw puzzle, at most a few pieces have been taken apart, and the rest of the puzzle is not threatened and is having a normal Halloween night.

While he expressed his dissatisfaction with Spider-Man, the fact that these problems were resolved so quickly was also inseparable from Spider-Man's help.

It's just venting. Spider-Man is done, so what are they going to do?

We can't really go back to the police station to eat donuts and drink coffee, can we?!

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A white police car suddenly braked on the road.

George's body leaned slightly forward due to the seatbelt.

"What's wrong?" George asked.

The driver frowned, leaned forward slightly, and squinted at the scene ahead to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

"That was a..."

...A crow?

George looked up and saw a crow dressed as a bat perched not far ahead of the road, seemingly having spotted their light.

The crow waved at them.

It was like... it was like greeting them.

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For a moment, both officers fell silent, each able to hear the other's breathing.

Well, they know it's Halloween, so it's not surprising to see some weird stuff.

but..

A crow dressed as a bat is blocking the road?

Damn it!

What does this mean?!

Is death blocking my way?!

The white police car began to slowly reverse.

Seemingly noticing their actions, the crow suddenly widened its eyes and cawed.

Then it flew to the front window of the police car, flapping its wings against the glass panel while pointing in a certain direction.

The white police car stopped.

The driver first glanced at the crow, then turned to look at the head of the passenger seat, as if to say, "What does this mean?"

Before George could reply, he heard the crow sigh.

Damn it, why is the crow sighing?!

The crow hopped to the glass partition directly in front of George, pointed its wings at its own head, shook them, and then pointed in a certain direction.

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"Follow him," George said, seemingly understanding what the crow meant.

"Are you sure, boss?" The driver was sweating a little. He was terrified of crows; their symbolism was anything but good.

George gave him a speechless look: "If you're really scared, get out of the car and call your colleagues to pick you up. I'll follow this crow myself."

The driver chuckled twice. "Then forget it. I'll stick with the boss."

With him gone, he can forget about riding in the car with the boss again.

Regarding promotion and a raise, he felt he could still give it a shot.

The crow seemed to hear their conversation, and a satisfied expression appeared on its face. Then it came to George's car window and knocked on it.

George:

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The driver said, "Boss, we can still make it if we run now."

He held the steering wheel with one hand, the gear lever with the other, and his foot was already pressed against the accelerator.

As long as his boss gives the order, he'll show that damned crow what a New York City racing legend looks like!

Snapped!

The crow flapped its wing against the car window, and a few feathers on its wing changed shape, now resembling a hand. It flicked out a feather and pointed it fiercely at the driver.

The driver was on the verge of tears: "Boss, do you still stand by what you said? I think I'll have another colleague come and pick me up."

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What is this? Why does he feel like this should only be...?

The crow stared at him.

This adorable crow can hear your heart's whispers!

Ya Ya nodded in satisfaction.

Seeing this, the driver forced a smile, but was even more frightened inside.

If given another chance to choose, he would definitely have gotten off the bus decisively the moment the boss said those words!

George rolled down the car window, and the raven dressed as a bat instantly darted in.

He plopped down on the armrest box.

George looked at him.

Even the crow was looking at him with its cataract-filled eyes.

Then, the crow pointed in a direction.

George glanced at the driver's assistant.

The driver caught a glimpse of the direction the crow's wings were pointing, then silently started the vehicle, barely daring to breathe.

The vehicle moved slowly along the road, and the two people and the bird inside remained silent, a deathly stillness.

George wanted to say something, but seeing the crow lounging lazily in the armrest, he decided to keep quiet.

The driver didn't dare to think about anything else; he just drove wherever Ya Ya pointed. Stacy or not, it was useless!

After driving for a while following the route specified by Ya Ya, Ya Ya finally gave the instruction to stop at a deserted corner.

The driver did as instructed without hesitation.

A white police car was parked on the side of the road.

Ya Ya glanced at the driver.

"Boss Crow, what are your orders?" he asked.

George hissed, looking at his men with some annoyance.

The crow flapped its wings.

The driver was extremely fast; he immediately unbuckled his seatbelt, opened the car door, and got out.

Then he stopped near the car window, glanced at George, and gave him a knowing look.

Should we call for help?!

"Ouch!"

The driver held his face in his hands, feeling a burning sensation as if he had just been slapped by a cow's tail.

George finally spoke up, "You go first, I'll take care of things here."

The driver nodded, turned and ran, as if he had made up his mind.

As George unbuckled his seatbelt, he asked, "So why did you bring me here?"

The crow flew out of the car, then landed on the ground with a thud, and pointed towards the corner.

George followed, but with extreme caution, his other hand already reaching for his sidearm.

He reached the corner and immediately looked at the crow.

"Alright, Bat-Raven, I hope you're a reliable teammate."

Crow patted its chest, as if to say, "Trust Crow."

George chuckled, feeling a surge of affection for this remarkably intelligent crow.

Then he turned his head to look.

His eyes widened instantly.

"This is......!?"

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