"Whew!"

The roar of the wagons and the rush of their horns crashed.

"Boom!"

The door of the SUV was knocked straight away, and Gwen was also hit by the force of the impact and flew backwards.

"Bang!"

The door slammed into the road, and sparks burst out, rubbing violently backwards with a screeching noise.

Gwen's back leaned against the door, sliding backwards as it slid down the road.

After the truck knocked her into the air, it did not stop, but continued to move forward.

Seeing that she is about to have a close encounter with the big truck.

"Bang!"

The expected intimate encounter with the large truck did not materialize.

Gwen stepped on the truck with both feet, the soles of her feet firmly glued to it, tilting at a ninety degree angle to the ground.

I was about to continue chasing the bastard, not wanting my phone to ring.

Gwen had to pull out her phone, "Uh, hi, Dad, it's me, I'm Gwen." ”

With the speeding cars in her ears and the whirring wind, Gwen lowered her body slightly and said to her father, "I'll go back immediately." During the visit to Harry, there were a few minor incidents, but don't worry, I solved it quickly. ”

George on the other end of the phone. Stacy, suspiciously, asked her daughter, "Wait, Gwen, is that a whistle?" ”

"Well, no, I mean, maybe. I mean, I'm sure it's the whistle. ”

Gwen's tone was a little flustered.

"What are you doing, Gwen?"

"Nothing."

Gwen shot spider silk from her wrist, and with a "whoosh" she was carried away from the speeding van.

With her feet on top of the streetlight on the side of the road, Gwen crouched down and continued to her father, "I met an unscrupulous driver, but it's been solved now. ”

"Gwen, listen, I want you to ......"

George wanted to say something, but was quickly interrupted by Gwen, "I'd like to cook dinner myself tonight, and then we'll watch the video of your performance you made for me, dad, and maybe find out more about my shortcomings, just like before." ”

"Alright, I've got to hang up, Dad."

"Click!"

Gwen closed the lid of her phone and let out a long sigh of relief.

Now just coping with her father has made her anxious.

"Maybe I could consider confessing to him?"

Gwen shook her head and quickly dismissed the idea.

"Bang!"

Pulling the spider silk with one hand, Gwen easily jumped off the street lamp.

"Hey! Spider-Woman! ”

There are onlookers, holding up their mobile phones and wanting to come over to take a group photo.

Gwen wanted to slip away quickly, but was quickly surrounded by the crowd.

She wanted to chase the bastard driver, but she could only watch them disappear.

The decadent Tang exhaled, and Gwen gestured helplessly to take photos with fans.

Today is another day of forced business.

......

Near Fifth Avenue, New York.

Leaning back in his car, Coulson was reading an email from his sister in Royalnob, Tennessee.

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"Phil...... Your little niece is growing like crazy, she's only six years old, she's so big, she's got the same blue eyes as her dad and the same blond hair as me, but it's probably going to get darker. And she's so pretty, and sometimes when she's asleep, I think she's really like our mother.

One day she was playing in the mud by the side of the house, and I hid and saw one of the most interesting things, Anne and her brothers playing with stones, which moved on their own, and ran around, and Anne giggled, but I was a little scared.

I think of my grandmother, and you remember the time when the courthouse men were chasing Scott, and my grandmother laughed and laughed and their guns flew out of their hands.

I feel bad at the thought of it, and I hope she doesn't have a heart attack like her grandmother, remember?

Okay, I'm going to do the laundry, write a few words and send it when I have time.

Anyway, our Anne was beautiful, and her eyes were as bright as buttons.

Love you Miria. ”

——

After reading the email, Coulson silently turned off his phone.

His relationship with his family was not harmonious.

Now the only one who keeps in touch is my sister who is married far away.

Because of the influence of his grandmother since childhood, Coulson is extremely obsessed with superheroes.

As an adult, he joined the U.S. Army, was sent to serve in Afghanistan, and returned home to work for S.H.I.E.L.D.

Coulson's grandmother often shows some strange abilities in his memory.

For example, she can make her rocking chair shake, but she doesn't sit on it.

This led to Coulson's interest in superpowers from an early age, which in turn led to an interest in superheroes.

He even wanted to create a database of transhumans, but that was only an idea.

Exhaling and opening the door, Coulson sat in the driver's seat, ready to start the car.

The moment I didn't want the car to start, a black SUV suddenly sped by.

Spider-Woman, who was climbing on the car and seemed to be wrestling with the driver, "bang", was knocked out with the car door at once.

Coulson hesitated for a moment and immediately chased after the car that was rampaging on the road.

"Zhenma, help me investigate a car, the license plate is KDU-3911!"

Zhenma on the other end of the communicator complained to him: "Sir, you should call the Department of Information Security, I'm just a doctor." ”

Coulson drove the car and said, "I'm sorry, Zhenma, you're the number one in my address book, and I can only call you in case of emergency." ”

"Uh-huh, or maybe I should feel honored. Sir, are you in a drag race fight with criminals on the streets? Maybe I can call for support for you, Ms. Natasha or Agent Clinton, neither of them has a mission right now, and they're always available to help you. ”

Zhenma asked him intimately.

"No, just a drag racer on a street rampage, remember to help me contact the NYPD."

Coulson was worried that the other party would hit an innocent pedestrian on the side of the road, so he tried not to stop.

On the other side, Peter, who threw off Gwen, quickly noticed the car catching up from behind.

With a slight frown, he stepped on the accelerator and accelerated forward in an attempt to get rid of this enthusiastic over-the-top "citizen".

But Coulson's driving skills are not covered, driving a black "Oldsmobile dagger", and quickly catches up, parallel to the SUV driven by Peter.

Peter, who was calmly driving the car, tilted his head slightly, and saw the owner of the "Oldsmobile Short Sword" clearly.

"Phil. Colson? ”

His expression was slightly surprised.

It's really lucky, the lucky viewers randomly selected on the roadside are all acquaintances.

But it's just right, saving yourself the time to deliberately go to the other party to get into trouble.

Shaking his head slightly, he continued on his way.

A bus came from the opposite lane, and Coulson had to get out of the way and head to the far left side of the road.

The bus passed between two parallel cars, and Coulson stared into each other's gaze, temporarily obscured by the bus.

When the bus drove by, he was shocked to find that the bald head sitting in the SUV had turned into another white male he didn't know.

How can it be?

The time between the two sides was only a short second.

How could the other party make a driver's seat substitution?

Coulson was in a huge shock!

The next second, Peter smiled at him.

"Bang!"

He was mentally sluggish, and before he could react, the car was slammed out.