For the next few days, Peter spent his lunch break with Gwen. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info they always sit together after lunch, and they always seem to be able to find infinite topics to talk about with each other. And Peter was also deeply fascinated by Gwen.

She's smart, pretty, and most importantly, has almost the same sense of humor as him. His lame jokes in the eyes of others always made her laugh, and her occasional counter-attacks always hit him in the spot.

Peter thinks that maybe this is what the novel calls love at first sight. If there is a girl like Gwen as his girlfriend, Peter feels that this life is worth it. However, he was still unsure what Gwen was thinking.

It certainly doesn't matter if he hates him, but Peter feels that he is still far from liking him. He himself was quite worried about whether to deepen the thickness of his face and directly attack Ge Wen. But to be honest, as a novice, he didn't know how to start as a novice. And whenever he had such thoughts, Mary's face always came to his mind.

Damn, what do you think. Peter would always rub his face vigorously, trying to drive her out of his mind.

She's just a friend.

She doesn't like me, she just has fun by teasing herself.

She's just a bad girl.

Peter finally tasted the troubles of being a girl for the first time in his life, and all kinds of messy thoughts poured out of his head almost all the time.

While this didn't keep Peter awake at night, it was quite evident in his Force control. When he was in this distress, the Force he controlled seemed to be fundamentally different. It becomes more irritable and more difficult to fine-control. But correspondingly, it also seems to be more powerful.

Harry soon discovered what was going on between Peter and his target. As the nerd's best friend, Harry felt he had to do his duty. On Monday morning, Harry arrived early on Peter's morning journey, bought him a cup of coffee, and went to the internship together.

"You're usually quiet and sullen when you're in school. As a result, it was a great masterpiece. Harry snickered and talked to Peter about his gossip. Love saint, you are the real love saint. ”

"We're just good friends now." Peter found that when his friend started gossiping mode, he sighed frustratedly.

"Yes, yes, your newest good friend who will take my place." Harry's expression was just three big words like 'I don't believe it'. "Honestly, how far have you gotten with her? Pull hands, kiss mouth... Or is it more? ”

"Nothing, but we talked about what brand of potato chips we like best, does that count?" Peter replied honestly. And when Harry saw him like this, he could only sigh for a while.

"That's right!" Something suddenly occurred to Harry. "So you're on good terms with this chick now, what should the Firehair Lady do?"

"Lady Firehair?" Peter pretended not to understand, but Harry showed no mercy in his disguise.

"Pretend, you continue to pretend." Harry said with disdain. "It's not once or twice that I've called her by that nickname. Say, what are you going to do when Mary Jane comes back? She's always been interesting to you, right? ”

"Interesting to me?" Peter laughed dumbly. "You're mistaken, she just thinks I'm funny. Those actions were just her game. ”

Harry snorted. "Just a game? Have you ever seen her treat everyone else in the same way? ”

Peter was silent.

In front of the Osborne Building, Peter saw Gwen waiting at the door from a distance. An eerie smile appeared on Harry's face. He patted Peter on the back and flashed without saying a word.

"Good morning." She greeted with a smile.

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At four o'clock in the afternoon, the internship ended. Peter uncharacteristically declined the offer to go shopping with Gwen. Gwen looked a little surprised, but didn't say much. Peter was reluctant to do anything, but he had more important things to do tonight.

Thinking about the $30,000 that had not yet arrived, Peter's heart was on fire.

The group of mysterious people picked up the goods close to late at night. The darkness made it easier for them to go about their activities, but at the same time, it made it easier for Peter to hide his tracks.

The transaction took place outside of a private garage in Hell's Kitchen, New York. It's the territory of the Cerberus members, and it's one of the few regular stores they control.

Cerberus is an old underworld force in Hell's Kitchen, and a rather strange organization in every sense of the word. They are an association of motorcycle enthusiasts, but their main activities include group fights, robberies, and all kinds of violence, and they are also good at smuggling all kinds of prohibited items.

In general, they are a small force that is quite strong in combat, but there is nothing oil and water. This trait has also allowed them to survive the reshuffle of the cards in New York over the past two decades. After all, no one or force is willing to compete with such a hedgehog.

Peter went home and changed his gear, and walked out when it was almost dark. The weasel had already told him beforehand to go and meet him before the move. He had something to explain.

And after seeing what the weasel had prepared for Peter, Peter was a little crying and laughing.

A black and red bodysuit, and a red helmet with goggles that cover most of his face, with a rather cartoon-style skull painted on it.

"What is this?" Peter asked, a little laughing and crying.

"A superhero should look like a superhero, and he must be dressed with enough grace on a rag!" The weasel said with a heartfelt voice. "As the icon superhero of our bar, you can't afford to lose our face."

"And you're going to give me these tights to wear? By the way, how do you know my model? Peter picked up the garment on the table, weighed it, and put it back. It was a lot heavier than he expected.

"Tights? This is no ordinary bodysuit! "The weasel is a little dissatisfied." I got a good foundry. Although that guy is a bit of an idiot, the craftsmanship is absolutely top-notch! The suit is made of high-quality bulletproof materials that are strong enough to withstand small-caliber bullets over a certain distance. The protection ability in the face of knives is even better. ”

Like a salesman, the weasel kept talking about the various benefits of the outfit before throwing it directly into Peter's hands.

"What's more, it's much lighter and more flexible than traditional body armor. It has no effect on all kinds of movements. The cost of this dress is more than 6,000, and it is even more priceless. The weasel finally ended his tirade and looked at Peter with a hillbilly look.

"Okay, okay, I'll just take it. You haven't answered my other question, how do you know the model of my clothes? ”

The weasel's expression suddenly became subtle.

"You know Purple Eyes, right?" He asked in a low voice.

"Well, of course." Peter nodded.

Purple Eye is one of the few female mercenaries in the bar, and the best in the entire bar. She wasn't that old, she was in her twenties, not much older than Peter. She had a horrible scar on her face that stretched from her forehead to the lower left of her chin, completely ruining what should have been her pretty good look.

Her origins are quite mysterious, and she usually rarely communicates with other people in the bar. Sometimes some newcomers who don't know how to get rid of her will be rude to her, but they often end up being thrown out of the tavern with their hands and feet broken.

Peter also doesn't understand why the weasel suddenly mentions her, and the intersection between them is basically zero.

At this point, the weasel laughed cheaply. "She can see your figure at a glance, she should have taken a fancy to you, a little gentleman~! This costume is also paid for by her, and the only requirement is to give you her phone number. I'm not that kind enough to help you with this kind of money. ”

"Ahh He flipped through the tights, and sure enough, he saw a note with a line of numbers on the buttocks of the tights.

"Boy, you've met your Yan. Don't look at the purple-eyed face, her figure is absolutely first-class according to my evaluation. And so far, it seems that no one here has been able to tame this tigress. What a great honor! ”

Peter embarrassedly put away the note with her phone number written on it, crumpled it into a ball, and stuffed it into his pocket.

He had already made up his mind to pay attention to this hot thing, as long as he got home, he would throw it away.