Getting out of the agent's car, Zhang Fan found a random place to squat, and then took out the glass bottle.

If you want to say what he is more interested in in Marvel, the spider that bites Spider-Man is undoubtedly at the forefront. Because in Marvel, except for Iron Man and Batman, whose abilities are money, most of the abilities of the rest of the heroes are not replicable, or the danger of replication is very high. For example, the gamma rays that made the Hulk, do you dare to irradiate this thing? For example, the soul contract signed between Ghost Rider and Mephisto, do you dare to sign it? So, compared with these dangerous things, which are still very difficult to get their hands on, it is extremely easy and pleasant to get a small spider that can send it back to the West with one kick.

Staring at the spider carefully, Zhang Fan wanted to see that something was different, but it was useless. This only makes Spider-Man's spider look similar to that in the movie, red and blue, but smaller than in the movie, only about half the size of a small thumb, ordinary, without any brilliance.

"This thing can make Spider-Man? It's about the face, right? ”

Zhang Fan muttered, and a thought suddenly flashed in his mind - do you want me to let him take a bite?

Such thoughts only appeared and were immediately nippled in the bud by him. Although the cornices and walls are indeed very cool, and spider sensing is also a very good passive skill, Zhang Fan couldn't help but feel a chill at the thought of shooting a stream of white turbid liquid out of his hands every time he fought. Besides, as far as his kind of elite warrior who is not a non-chieftain, but at least he is also the best at spear blowing arrows in the tribe, he dares to guarantee that if he is bitten, he will definitely not mutate into a Spider-Man, it is estimated that the gene chain is broken and turned into a puddle of pus, and whether this spider can bite his skin is another question.

Retracting his thoughts of running around, Zhang Fan put the bottle containing the spider back in his pocket. Although the actual usefulness of this thing is not so strong, but at least it is the father of Spider-Man, and it still has a certain collection value.

The things were put away, and he looked at the time, well, it was still morning, and in terms of time, it was enough for him. So after thinking for a while, Zhang Fan was going to go to the Statue of Liberty to go around, although he watched this thing on TV, but in reality, Zhang Fan really hadn't seen the real thing, and I heard that the Statue of Liberty was also disabled by Magneto, which is even more worth seeing.

So with an inexplicable little excitement, Zhang Fan hailed a taxi.

"Hey, buddy, where are you going?" asked a black man with front teeth in an almost rap tone as soon as he got into the car.

"The Statue of Liberty. ”

"No one is allowed anywhere, what's there to see, do you want Bob to recommend you a super fun place." The black driver named Bob smiled like an old driver.

"No, I don't have to. Zhang Fan refused, just kidding, this kind of old driver's smile, if it was before, it is estimated that he would be half pushed, no, it should be a green swipe in his eyes to get on the car. But under Stephen's offensive, coupled with external pressure, Zhang Fan also has a lot of resistance to this aspect, well, even the cost of paper towels at night is still a bit large.

"Hey, friend, you have to trust Bob, Bob will never cheat any foreign friends. Bob drove the car, although the words in his mouth were not broken, but the car was not ambiguous at all, and it was not an exaggeration to describe it with the words "seeing the seams and inserting the needles" and "flowing water", which reminded Zhang Fan of the old drivers in the mountain city for a while.

The car drove quickly, and after a while, Zhang Fan came to the Statue of Liberty, and the construction workers closed the Statue around the Statue of Liberty and did not allow anyone to enter. From a distance, the Statue of Liberty is still half left, and many workers are banging on the Statue of Liberty like ants, and it seems that it is not only repairs, but also renovations.

"Hey, friend, Bob didn't lie to you, it's not fun here!" said Bob, a black man, leaning against the car, lit an unknown cigarette and smoked there.

Zhang Fan nodded, and found that there was really nothing to see, so he turned around and got into the car, "Take me to the nearest Chinatown." ”

"Hey, good boss!" Bob took a puff on his cigarette and snuffed it off, enough for him to take a while.

After another while, Zhang Fan came to the nearby Chinatown, sent Bob away with a ticket, and walked around alone.

Although it is called Chinatown, there are not many Chinese in it, and most of them are foreigners. However, compared to the outside, there are still quite a lot of Chinese inside, which makes Zhang Fan still have the illusion of returning to the past. And there are a lot of some of the more famous things in China, eating and drinking, but Zhang Fan said after eating that the taste is not authentic enough, of which the lack of spicy is the main reason, and the secondary reason is that it is a little too sweet, it is estimated that it is a change made to take care of the taste of foreigners, but for Zhang Fan, it is still a good experience.

Just walked and stopped all the way, Zhang Fan ate a lot of things, and saw a lot of things, many of which he had never seen, nor eaten, and had a lot of fun, if he met a fellow who was not busy, he could still chat a few words, although Zhang Fan didn't know much about the hometown of this world, but it was very different, and the two sides chatted more happily. One of the fellows mentioned that there are many shops selling antiques here, saying that it is antiques, but in fact, there are more talismans sold in it, such as cinnabar yellow paper and the like, and I heard that it is more spiritual, which inevitably made Zhang Fan interested.

Looking at the Marvel world, especially New York, it is forcibly demolished every few days, and there is almost no good time in the back. And looking at the East, there have never been any monsters, aliens, alien invasions or anything, and it has always been calm. Is it really as the bar friend said, is there really any Buddha Jade Emperor in our place where he is towned?

So he found a more famous shop, and Zhang Fan got in.

As soon as he entered the door, Zhang Fan found that it was lively inside, all kinds of beautiful amulets were placed in the transparent glass cabinet, the soft light hit, and some things that didn't know whether it was glass or gold dust were shining, not to mention the efficacy, just the appearance was enough for people to spend money to invite these things back.

"Hello, do you need anything? We have all kinds of amulets here. A Chinese clerk in a cheongsam walked over.

"Is that all you have here?" asked Zhang Fan, in Huaxia.

"Sir, what do you mean?" the clerk also changed the language to Mandarin.

"I wanted something special, well, at least better than the one on you. Zhang Fan said. Sure enough, compared with the occultism that had just been born in ancient times, it was something from the long tradition of China that was more worthy of study. Even the amulet worn by a clerk was more obscure and more subtle than the fluctuations produced by the wand that the king carried, and of course, in terms of quantity, the king's wand was the perfect amulet.

"Okay sir, please come with me!" the clerk became more respectful and led Zhang Fan up to the second floor.

(I was very happy to be able to sign the contract when I sent it over.) ）