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"No, no, all of them!"

As always, the voice of James, the owner of the daily Clarion, was heard almost everywhere on the street below, and when he had a seizure, all the offices inside and outside were buzzing, and he was worthy of the famous big mouth.

This time, the target of his reprimand was the unfortunate Mr. Forbes, a veteran newspaper reporter who had won the Pulitzer Prize for journalism, but he still couldn't escape the bloody fate of his boss.

Forbes blushed, still trying to justify: "But boss, you don't understand, this is a scoop that can make a splash in New York!" Imagine that the most powerful forces in the city are currently coming together to auction off a high-tech product that the government has lost! ”

"Forbes, you're always full of this nonsense." James slapped the table impatiently, "But that's enough, I don't want to pretend to report all this nonsense." Unless you can produce solid proof, I can't leave you with the headlines of the next issue - now, get out! Don't waste my time! ”

Forbes walked out of his boss's office dejectedly, and the moment he pushed the door open, the colleagues who were looking outside hurriedly lowered their heads and pretended to be serious.

Just as he was about to walk to the elevator to leave, someone stopped him loudly.

"Wait! Mr. Forbes! ”

When he turned around, he saw Peter Parker, the young photographer at the newspaper, waving at him and running quickly.

"Sorry, Mr. Forbes, I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but Jonathan's voice was just too loud." Peter said, "Do you need me to help you take a few pictures of the gangster fight?" ”

Forbes scratched his head: "But I'm not sure if I can write it." ”

"It's okay." Peter showed off his digital camera and shook it in front of Forbes, "I bet Jonathan would change his mind if there were great pictures." ”

Peter offered to do this, not just to help Forbes or make money by taking great photos, but also because he heard Forbes tell his boss that the auction would be attended by all the big names in New York. Since that time, he has decided to bring down Jinhe, and instead of improving, the crime situation in the city has become a mess after losing its balance, and crime has become darker and more diverse.

Although he knew that he didn't deliberately cause this situation, he always felt that he was responsible for the current situation in his heart, and he always felt that as Spider-Man, he should stand up and do something.

And now, it's just such an opportunity.

That night, the bigwigs hid the auction venue.

The old reporter Forbes put on a disguised mustache and blindfold in Peter's surprised look, and with a cigar in his mouth, he became a gangster's sidekick to the letter, and Peter was stunned.

"As a journalist, if you want to dig up something, sometimes you have to be like a spy. Only by going deep into the places that others can't get into, can we dig up the material that others can't dig into! ”

When Forbes talks about his career as a journalist, the veteran reporter looks red and full of pride like a veteran.

When the bigwigs participating in the auction entered one after another, Forbes, who had completed his disguise, followed behind and entered the palatial venue. But today, he was stopped at the door by two black-clad bodyguards with long-barreled guns.

"What?" Forbes exclaimed, "I'm going to bid for my boss!" ”

"I'm afraid not, sir." The auctioneer in the center of the stage said, "Your mysterious boss just removed all the money from the account, and we have to ask you to leave." ”

Forbes showed a helpless expression and had to turn around and leave the venue. He came out and went straight to the entrance of the alley across the street, where Peter was waiting.

"How's it going, Mr. Forbes?"

"Success—so far." As he spoke, he pulled out a small instrument, and the sound of the auction in the venue could be clearly heard from it.

"I put the bugging device on the bodyguard guarding the door." Forbes explains.

"That's pretty cool, Mr. Forbes."

At the moment when he came out, the auction in the venue had already begun. The auctioneer said loudly: "Last night, the representative from Hydra offered the highest price of 50 million, did anyone offer a higher price?" ”

"Five hundred and one million." The tombstone opened in a low voice.

"Fifteen million." Wesley, who represents the Golden Harmony, said indifferently.

The tombstone glanced at him and snorted: "Take it easy, Wilson has fallen, his strength is not as good as before, and it takes a lot of money to escape and cover up his identity, right?" It's better not to have such a big appetite. ”

"Thank you for your concern." Wesley smiled politely and businesslikely, "But Mr. Wilson is doing well and will soon be making a comeback, and now he's preparing for it." ”

The tombstone snorted lightly and raised the price again: "Sixty million." ”

When Peter outside heard this, he couldn't help but ask, "What are they bidding for?" Why is it worth so much money? ”

"A high-tech product, I heard that it seems to be armor for individual combat." Forbes said, "I don't know the specifics, I just heard them say it's called Amoro or something......"

Peter was petrified instantly, his mouth almost open in an "O" shape.

Wouldn't it be better to inform Eric? He couldn't help but think.

"100 million!"

Within a few moments of Peter and Forbes' conversation, Wesley had raised the price to $100 million, and there was still no sign of stopping. The atmosphere in the stadium is heating up, and a war of money is raging.

"120 million." The price of the tombstone has increased again, but it looks far less relaxed than before.

"One hundred and fifty million." Wesley frowned slightly, as if he was also calculating how much budget he had left.

Just when the two of them were at their most anxious, the representative of the hydra, who had been silent, suddenly spoke. In a deep and majestic voice, he said dryly: "Five hundred million." ”

Both Tombstone and Wesley lost their composure, staring at the guy in amazement.

Just kidding, 500 million US dollars, even a boss like them has to weigh whether he can afford it, could it be that the energy of this hydra is really unfathomable?

"500 million once, 500 million twice ......"

The auctioneer paused for a moment, the tombstone and Wesley's face was rather ugly, but neither of them spoke.

The auction gavel finally came down.

"The winner is a representative of the Hydra organization." "You can pick up your order in an hour at the warehouse in the Trilik area." ”

Almost as soon as the auctioneer's voice fell on the bugging, Peter couldn't wait: "I...... I think I've got to go, you know, and go for the prime time to take pictures......"

By the time he had finished speaking, he was already running down the street, and Forbes waved behind him and shouted, "Be careful, kid!" ”

Meanwhile, somewhere on the other side of the building, Ruth smiled similarly and said to her gang of thugs, "Alright, boys, it's time for you to come out." ”

It was also at the same moment, in a temporary stronghold in the compartment of a truck.

"Follow them and go to the warehouse in the Trilik district." Agent Coulson gave orders to the agent in the driver's seat, then turned to Eric, who was standing behind him, "Did you hear that?" ”

"Ah, clearly." Eric clenched his fist, "As long as I get close enough, I can sense the reaction of the Beta armor." Let's drive now. ”