novelhk Chapter 55: The New Superhero
Chapter 55: The New Superhero
New York City.
An unusual day.
On the streets of the city.
A white police car was patrolling the streets as usual.
Just then, a colleague's report suddenly came on the radio inside the police car.
"Attention all units! A guy in a yellow fishnet outfit is using some kind of technology to jump around Fifth Avenue... Damn, he's shattered all the shop windows on the street!"
Upon hearing the announcement, Inspector George Stacy, who was sitting in the passenger seat, responded and ordered his men to drive quickly to the destination.
"It seems like ever since—"
George was interrupted by a sudden commotion before he could finish speaking.
boom!
George turned his head and saw a red and blue figure leaning out of the car window, tapping on the window with his fingers.
The figure lying outside the car is Spider-Man in a brand new outfit.
The overall color scheme remains unchanged, still mainly consisting of red and blue. The biggest difference compared to the old uniform is the change in the other person's eyes.
The original Spider-Man mask had rather small compound eyes, which were even a little scary at night.
Now, those spider-like compound eyes have been greatly modified, with white backgrounds and black borders, making the person look harmless and much more likable.
"Good morning, Officer Stacy."
Spider-Man's familiar, playful voice rang out as he reached out his hand, wanting to give his girlfriend's father a friendly greeting.
However, George just gave him a look and asked:
"So who is this guy? I bet you didn't just come here to show off your new clothes."
Upon hearing this, Spider-Man clenched his fist and rested it on his chin, looking as if he were deep in thought.
Seeing this, George silently awaited what the other person would say next.
After a while.
Spider-Man said, "I don't know."
"?"
George felt a wave of dizziness wash over him: "You know I can apply for your arrest on charges of mocking a police officer, right?!"
Spider-Man, clinging to the car door with one hand and looking straight ahead at the road, replied:
"I'm sorry, Commander Stacy, I really don't know who he is, but I have observed his movements."
After listening to Spider-Man's words, George carefully examined him for a while.
The gaze seemed to try to penetrate the mask and see the true face behind it.
With his years of experience as a police officer, he certainly knew what Spider-Man meant.
After a few breaths, he said, "You better not disappoint me, or you know what will happen."
George placed his finger on the switch of the walkie-talkie.
Upon seeing this, Spider-Man quickly said, "Close both directions of Fifth Avenue from 32nd Street to 36th Street, and simultaneously redirect vehicles on the west side of 34th Street to Sixth Avenue."
"I assure you, he will not come near Herald Square."
The radio inside the car was silent at first, then it started playing.
"Who are you?!"
Spider-Man scratched his head and looked at his girlfriend's father, as if to say, "It's your turn to step in."
George chuckled and pressed a button on the walkie-talkie: "Did you hear what Spider-Man said? Just do it."
"Received," the radio station quickly replied.
After giving the order, Spider-Man prepared to leave. He had to subdue this bouncing "Tigger".
Just as he reached out, ready to shoot out the spider silk, George's voice came.
Spider-Man.
"I'm here, sir!"
George said in a deep voice, "Don't let my trust in you go to waste."
Spider-Man held up two fingers together and waved them next to his head.
"Absolutely not, officer."
Spider-Man flicked his wrist, and the thin, white spider silk stuck to the wall of the building above the road.
Seeing the other person's actions, George remained silent, but said something before the other person left.
"By the way, the new clothes are nice, much better looking than the old ones."
"Thank you for the compliment..."
Spider-Man turned his head instantly, his large, white compound eyes staring straight at George.
Then, the next second, the spider silk yanked him away from the car door with a whoosh.
Spider-Man flew backwards in mid-air, watching the white police car speed away.
"After all, this was made for me by your daughter," he muttered.
Just as his back was about to slam into the wall, Spider-Man gripped his webs, flipped over, braced his legs against the wall, and leaped off to another path.
While the webs were swinging, Spider-Man pressed the ear area of his mask.
Inside the mask, there was actually a communicator, which he installed himself.
He still remembered how excited he was when Gwen handed him this brand-new spider costume and he put it on and started swinging in the air above the city.
But before he could even swing for a few minutes, he received phone calls from Dr. Connors and Dr. Otto.
As soon as the call connected, the two questioned each other simultaneously.
"Who made your uniform?!"
"ha?"
He was a little confused at the time, not knowing what these two highly respected professors wanted to do.
Then they started clamoring to come to Osborne right away, saying they had some new ideas to use on their uniforms...
"..."
Spider-Man shook his head, banishing these chaotic thoughts from his mind.
"Oz, where is that guy right now?"
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Osborne Group.
A laboratory with a stunning outdoor view.
There was a large black bird wearing headphones, shaking its head as it played on the computer.
There was also a pile of golden fries on the computer desk, so much so that this guy would occasionally take a bite.
Then he suddenly paused and haphazardly flapped his wings across the keyboard.
"Uh... I don't understand."
"?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than Oz discovered that his headphones had been taken away.
"Get out of the way, let me do it!" Harry, dressed in a green suit of armor, pressed the headphones to his ears and said.
"According to the computer's calculations, this guy will arrive at the Lego store on 33rd Street in at least five minutes. Remember that store, Peter? I gave you a Lego Death Star model for your ninth birthday..."
"Harry?!"
"It's me!"
"You should rest! You just received the serum injection yesterday; you should be resting in Dr. Connors' lab right now!"
Harry chuckled. "Actually, I am in his lab, but I can't wait to try on this steel armor designed by Dr. Octavius!"
"Absolutely not, this is no joke!"
Hearing that lecturing tone, Harry pouted unhappily. "Just you wait and see, I'll prove to you that I can do it!"
"Wait, beep—"
Before his friend could finish speaking, he hung up the call and put on the green helmet that was tucked under his arm.
The dim pupils on the green helmet lit up instantly, radiating deep blue starlight, and a voice processed by electronic audio came out.
"How do I look?!" Harry asked Oz.
Oz gave a thumbs up: "That's so Green Goblin!"
"Isn't it Iron Man?"
"Oh right, Iron Man."
Wish me luck, two friends whose surnames end in O!
Harry shouted excitedly, then ran out of the laboratory and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows with a stunning view.
Then, the floor he was standing on began to deform, and a sleek, high-tech silver flying skateboard lifted his legs up.
Then the floor-to-ceiling windows slowly opened, like elevator doors.
The engine roared to life.
Two beams of emerald green tail flame shot out, poised to erupt.
"New York City, get ready to welcome your second superhero!"
Harry yelled, and the flying skateboard carried him away in the blink of an eye, disappearing into the horizon.
Oz, who had witnessed the whole thing, stroked his chin.
"Almost there..."
Then he glanced at Dr. Otto Octavius, who had been in the lab the whole time but hadn't said a word.
His eyes were bloodshot as he wrote calculation formulas on the whiteboard.
"No, no, such a massive amount of energy cannot possibly be crammed into a tiny core!!!"
"But the calculations are correct... Damn it!"
Dr. Otto, scratching his balding scalp, roared:
"Who put that miniature reactor design blueprint in my office?!"
After listening, Oz put his headphones back on.
"Crow doesn't know."
—————— (Easter egg)
at the same time.
Another parallel universe.
"Jarvis, did you see the reactor blueprints I drew yesterday?"
"No, sir."
The man scratched his head, puzzled.
"That's strange, I remember putting it here... Pepper! You saw mine—"
"Monthly pass? It's right by your bedside."