Less than half a second later, the grenade exploded at a distance of about five meters from Peter. Peter subconsciously closed his eyes, his body ready for the explosion. However, the expected fireball did not appear.

A large amount of white slurry ejected from the small grenade, turning solid the moment it touched the air. A small amount of liquid also sprayed onto Peter's clothes, quickly turning into some kind of gelatinous substance, sticking his arms and waist together.

Behind him, Lonnie was even more unlucky. Larger he, almost his entire upper body was stuck to this strange sticky substance. The big pale man was already on his feet, running away, trying to tear the damn thing off his body.

However, the strength of the thing seemed to be limited, and it only took Peter six or seven percent of his strength to tear it off his clothes, but this also caused his clothes to be torn out of a large gap. On the other side, Lonnie was a little more embarrassed, but he also regained his mobility.

After discovering that their new weapons didn't seem to work, the two men sensibly chose to run away while Peter was busy.

"Bastard, what the hell are you doing?" Lonnie, who was running, whispered to Alexei on the side. "Help me get this down."

"I didn't read the manual!" Alexei glared at him, but there was no ambiguity in the movement of his hands. It wasn't long before the cobweb-like thing was torn off Lonnie's body.

However, this was the end of their short escape. Although they are physically fit and can actually run much faster than the average person, it is not at all comparable to Peter's speed that can catch up with a moving car in an urban environment.

The familiar red mask reappeared in front of them. This time, he had a few familiar things in his hands: the weapons they had stolen from Stark Industries' warehouse.

Peter chuckled, picked up a sci-fi-looking pistol, and aimed it at the two of them.

"Yo, you guys seem to have dropped something." He said lightly, the muzzle of the gun in his hand constantly hovering between the heads of the two men.

"You don't dare!" Lonnie had the audacity to say harsh words. "You don't dare to kill us!"

"Oh~?" Peter raised his brow and pulled the trigger in his hand without hesitation. A milky cloud of particles shot out of the muzzle of his gun, grazed Lonnie's cheek, and then blasted a wheel-sized hole in the wall more than ten meters behind him.

Lonnie, who was scared into a cold sweat, couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth. He was right...

Before he could turn to words, Peter rushed to them. One person punched, and the two burly men were knocked down by him. Before the two of them could recover from the attack, Peter threw a grenade between the two of them, and quickly backed away himself.

"Bang!"

The grenade exploded between them, containing a sticky substance that enveloped their bodies. Although the strength of the substance was not exaggerated, with their limbs confined to it, it was not something that could be broken free in a matter of minutes.

"You're right, I'm not going to kill you." Peter stretched. "But you're doing enough to keep you in prison for a decade. Alexey, especially you, I've heard that the guys in it like muscular men like you. ”

"Do you think Lao Tzu will stay inside?" Alexei let out a roar of rage after struggling several times to no avail. "Let me tell you, there is someone behind Lao Tzu! I'll be out again in a few months at most, and I'll definitely get my revenge then! ”

"Well, you know what? Sometimes, giving up is not a bad choice. Peter walked up to the two men again and raised his fist. I hope you can think about it in prison and be a good person. ”

Two fists with spiritual power fell, and the two of them suddenly fell into a coma. By this time, several policemen with pistols had rushed into the alley, nervously watching the only person still standing in the alley.

"Yo, you're really going to have to be faster next time." Peter waved at the cops. "Otherwise, if you continue like this, you will never be late and you will really not be able to wash off this nickname."

With these words, Peter launched the hook rope and climbed up the wall himself. A policeman raised his pistol, which was stopped by the captain next to him.

"Don't be nervous, he's on our side." The police captain said to him, and he smiled wryly. "Indeed... It's not good to leave everything to this superhero..."

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Ten minutes later, he returned to the place where he had stored his bag, only to find that the bag he had left was gone.

"It's... Dry! Peter couldn't help but explode. I spent my days dealing with all kinds of criminals in New York City, but I didn't expect to fall into the hands of a thief.

The contents of the bag are not important, the only thing that is more troublesome is the tights that I didn't have time to wear. Thankfully, I didn't leave anything in my bag that would allow others to discover who I am, otherwise it would have been really doomed.

But that tights are also quite important. It wasn't a bargain he had bought at the grocery store for a dozen dollars at the beginning, but it had been painstakingly crafted by him to imitate the body armor that the weasel had given him. If he were to make a new one, it would take at least two or three weeks and nearly a thousand dollars in materials.

Now he can't come up with that much money. But fortunately, he was prepared for this situation.

He took out his phone and opened the homemade tracking app. On the top of the phone screen, several red dots are clearly visible, and one of them is hidden by him in the mezzanine of his backpack.

The man who carried his backpack was seven or eight kilometers away, and he took a bus within half an hour of his departure. Peter sighed and set off again.

After more than twenty minutes, Peter finally found his target in a small, run-down-looking building in Queens. The signal for his backpack is behind the door in front of him. After a moment's hesitation, he pushed open the dilapidated door that didn't even have a chain.

Before he opened the door, he had already imagined a number of situations that he might see. It could be a few thieves who found the wrong target, it could be a passer-by who was greedy for a while, and of course, it could be another ambush against him.

However, what he saw was beyond his expectations.

"Yay! He's coming! "It's really him when I go!" "Wow, ahhhh

In front of him was a group of children in celebration, the eldest of whom looked to be about fourteen or fifteen years old. Looking at the cheers of his peers, who were a circle younger than him, Peter didn't know what to do for a moment.

"I knew it had to be you!" A black boy who looked to be about two or three years younger than him ran up to Peter and handed him his lost backpack. "Originally, I was going to hand it over to the police. But doing so is sure to get you in trouble, right? ”

"Hmm," Peter retrieved his backpack a little embarrassed. Thank you. ”

"I'm sorry to let you come so far." The black boy scratched the back of his head and stuck out his tongue a little embarrassed. "I know you're busy, but today is my cousin Miles' eleventh birthday. He's your biggest fan, so can you leave him an autograph? Just one! ”

Looking at these eyes full of longing and longing, how could Peter bear to refuse. He walked up to the little boy sitting at the table, too nervous to move, and picked up the birthday card that he could buy for a dollar at a convenience store.

"Happy eleventh birthday to Miles. May he be able to make his dreams come true! - Red Knight"

Peter picked up the pen and wrote down this line of ordinary and mediocre birthday greetings that he himself was a little embarrassed about, and then handed the birthday card to the hand of the little birthday boy who was still a little nervous and shy.

After seeing this birthday wish, Miles's smile suddenly bloomed like a flower, and he jumped directly on Peter's body and kissed his mask fiercely.

"Alright, alright."

Peter pulled Miles off his body as if he had transformed into a koala, and then rubbed his little head. He turned to look at the others at the birthday party and said his farewell.

"I'm sorry, but I have to go. I... There is still something to be done. ”

The crude excuse for getting out lit up the children's eyes, as if Peter had just said he was going out to fight an evil dragon. However, another slightly quiet voice emerged from the corner.

"I'm sorry," a little girl with braided hair suddenly ran out, holding a pen and a notebook in her hand. Could you please give me an autograph as well? ”

At this moment, the other children also stirred.

"I want it too!"

"And me!"

This sentence seemed to poke a hornet's nest, and the other children began to find out what they could write on themselves. Notebooks, papers, hats, and one boy even took off his T-shirt, causing the girl next to him to slap him in dissatisfaction.

Looking at the chaotic scene in front of him, looking at the hopeful eyes of these children, Peter could not say no words at all. He could only leave them autographs one by one. Finally, at their insistence, Peter put on a tightsuit and took a photo with them. After this, they were content to let Peter go.

Listening to the thanks and goodbyes behind him, Peter himself felt very satisfied. After all, nothing compares to the satisfaction that comes from others agreeing to or even admiring what you do.

When he stepped out of the building, he realized that night had fallen. With a chill in his heart, he hurriedly looked at his watch.

It's over.