When he found out that the suspicious person he was thinking about was actually disguised by ashes, even Parker's temperament couldn't help but be slightly stunned. But soon, he reacted. After realizing it, he patted his head, and the original vigilance on his face quickly disappeared.

"Mr. Ash, why are you here?"

Parker has seen Ash only a handful of times, except for the first Battle of New York, and when it was at Stark Industries, Ash happened to go to Tony to ask for a few pieces of Edman alloy, and apart from these two times, the two never crossed paths again.

Although the intersection is very shallow, this does not mean that Parker does not have the slightest understanding of Ash⊥ as mentioned before, Ash is a person who does not hide his thoughts. Or rather, Ash rarely hides his thoughts. Although the contact between the two is very limited, but even so, Parker does not think that Ash is the kind of villain who will attack innocent people, and can only say, fortunately, Parker does not know what happened to Asgard.

Shrugging his shoulders, Ash said indifferently, "Nothing has happened lately, so I'm going to take a good look at how this era is different from mine." ”

Hearing this, Parker nodded thoughtfully. looked at the ashes in front of him, and then glanced at himself again, and then he patted his head in hindsight. Place your hand under your ribs and pull out two elastic bands. The hero's uniform, which had been clinging to Parker's skin, suddenly drooped loosely like a used condom.

"Help me look at people." Parker said this to Ash, and Ash didn't shirk it. After nodding calmly, he stood aside to help let the wind out.

took out the prepared civilian clothes and press card from his school bag, tidied up his appearance a little, and Parker walked out of the starfall on the side.

Parker looks much more formal than he used to be. Although his face is still immature, Parker is not short. The height is about 1.77 meters, plus the strengthening of muscles caused by the body. Wearing a suit, Parker now looks like he is on the catwalk.

Of course, it would be better if there weren't so many wrinkles caused by putting them in the bag Patting his clothes, Parker said to himself helplessly: "It's like this every time I change clothes, I always look dusty, if it weren't for the lack of time, I really want to iron it with an iron at the dry cleaners next door" and sighed. Parker then raised his head and looked at the ashes beside him.

Although I am very relieved that Ash is a person, but what should I say, Ash is not serious in many cases⊥ like just now, although it is indeed the first hand of the gang members, at that time, if Parker did not guess wrong, those who were knocked unconscious, I am afraid that they will not be able to get out of bed every dozens of days It has nothing to do with good and evil, Ash is just subconsciously fighting back.

But it's a pity, even if the ash has taken into account the physical endurance of ordinary people, but the power of the ash itself is still there, for an ant, it makes no difference if you press it to death or trample it to death. Rather, it's surprising enough that Ash manages its power to the point where it doesn't kill a single hit, like waiting for a traffic light while playing GTA

Think of the character of Ash, and then think of the gang members in New York who don't know the height of the sky. Parker pursed his lips a little helplessly, and Parker assured that it wouldn't be long before the gang members returned. And with the arrogant character of the gang members, there is a high probability that they are now looking for someone to be angry. It's okay to find someone else, after all, it's a society under the rule of law, and at most it's a bully. There are so many of these things that Parker sometimes doesn't have time to take care of them

If it was someone else, it would be fine, but if they got on the ashes, Parker was a little worried about the group. Especially the character of Ash, even if there is no gang member trouble, there is no guarantee that there will be any moths. Thinking of this, Parker also sighed helplessly.

"If there's nothing going on, I'm going to visit someone, would you like to go along?"

Hearing Parker's invitation, Ash agreed without much hesitation. There's nothing to do in itself, and I'm curious about this era, but it would be nice to have a guide.

Thinking about it, Ash agreed, and at the same time picked up the tender white branch and injected soul power into it, activating the built-in magic. It was hard to hurry, and under Parker's gaze, the ashes changed again. was so ordinary that he threw it into the pile, and he couldn't even lift a wave to look at the ashes full of consciousness in front of him, and Parker on the side shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

In fact, he just wanted to say that the ashes should be disguised again, after all, a medieval armor and that unique temperament are too reminiscent of the Battle of New York. And when I think of the Battle of New York, as the most beautiful boy in the crowd, it is hard for Parker to imagine what moths will appear when the time comes, although it is simpler, but Ash is not stupid

And just as the disguised ashes and Parker walked out of the alleyway, on the other side, another scene was playing out in Hell's Kitchen in New York.

The dull power of the muffler kept ringing in the dark corner, and Frank's eyes were cold and sent one gang member after another to hell.

Without the slightest hesitation, the whole person is like an emotionless killing machine.

Or, his feelings have long been buried in the cemetery with his wife and daughter, and now he is completely a nightcrawler-like existence, and he doesn't even have a few friends.

∏, the gun in his hand came with the news that the magazine was empty. And this gave the last remaining gang member a glimmer of hope.

"Don't, don't kill me"

Glancing at the gangster, Frank withdrew his gaze expressionlessly, lowered his head, and said indifferently and calmly while exiting the empty magazine: "It seems that God does not want you to die." Hearing this, before the gang member could breathe a sigh of relief, Frank continued: "Then why are my wife and daughter dead? ”

As he spoke, he picked up the shovel on the side and swung it head-on under his terrified gaze. With the blessing of great power, the whole cheek of the gang member was sunken in.

He threw aside the shovel with a little brain pulp, poured gasoline on the neatly stacked drugs, lit a cigarette, and relied on the effect of nicotine to relieve the tense spirit. Glancing at the corpses around them. Frank exhaled softly, indifferently. He threw the cigarette butt behind him.

"Thus God is dead."