Carl has been very depressed these days, and George asked him to apologize to the principal when he disagreed, but he naturally refused with his head, and the two had a lot of trouble about it.

After returning to school, the teachers and classmates looked at him with a different meaning, and later heard others say that it was the principal who announced on the radio that the anti-bullying organization was not allowed, and claimed that Vision High School had a good atmosphere and that no students were bullied at all.

Carl was angry when he heard this, although he still secretly set up an anti-bullying organization, but this matter did not make him feel very unhappy on the surface.

He admits that he founded the organization with the idea of testing the school's management, but he didn't expect the result to be so unbearable.

He thought about it for a long time, and finally he could only sigh.

What could he do?

Vision High School is one of the best private high schools in Queens, and they are not strict with ordinary families, as long as they are good enough, they can get in, and there are even scholarships, if he does something to slap the principal in the face, it is likely to affect these students.

Alas, the adult world is full of compromises.

Carl hates the word compromise the most, and just after the upgrade of the new suit has been completed, he can go and test the water, and Carl just wants to be angry.

As soon as class ended, Carl and Gwen got up and went their separate ways.

The two are now so skilled that they can understand each other's thoughts with a single look.

"Help me make up a reason."

"Okay."

Carl could only be glad that he had found a good place early, and no one would doubt the Chinese restaurant he frequented.

He walked out of school, put on his suit, picked up his phone and watched what New Yorkers were doing.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I turned on my phone, I saw a shadow flying over my head.

He glanced up and locked onto the figure.

Vulture, don't you, how dare you fly over my head?

It's up to you!

Carl reached out and shot out the spider silk, which immediately wrapped around the vulture's legs, and lifted Carl up himself.

Karl dangled underneath, the electricity surging from his arm, and down the trait silk to the vulture.

The vultures don't feel it at all, there is the annoying thing of the electric light man, and who doesn't design a combat suit that is insulated from electricity.

Even Doctor Octopus, the dead fat man, is equipped with an electrical barrier.

Carl saw that it was ineffective, and couldn't help but scold: "Evil pen electric light man!" ”

He took out a half-meter-long short stick from his back, and pointed at the vulture at the top of the stick, the vulture only felt a spirit, and his head subconsciously lowered a little, and he felt a stream of heat flying over his head, and his bald head only felt a hot pain.

"You're not Spider-Man!" The vulture shouted, "Who the hell are you?" ”

"Are you alright, who said I was Spider-Man." Carl skillfully took out the second spider silk, watched the vulture break his own special spider silk, and hung it to another building, and couldn't help but complain: "Are you guys a thing that can cut spider silk?" ”

"Nonsense! That little spider is annoying! The vulture looked in mid-air for a moment and complained, "You're not going to be some weird creature like a Spider-Man fan, are you?" ”

"You're right, I'll reward you with a big baby!" Karl raised his right hand, and the nanoparticles formed a cannon barrel on his arm, and then shot out balls.

Karl watched the orb launch and said, "Viv, record the effect of the stink bomb." ”

"The first use of the stink bomb is being recorded." A nice female voice came from Carl's ear, which was a testament to Carl's efforts these days, and with the super intelligence given by the observer's eye, he copied a useful artificial intelligence in a short time, and named it Viv.

The vulture's big wings stood in his way, but it wasn't a bomb.

The projectiles touched the vulture's iron wings and burst open, turning into thick clouds of smoke that surrounded him.

Viv began to record: "As far as the situation stands, the smoke concentration is sufficient for the thermal imager to penetrate the smoke, the odor content in the smoke is up to standard, and the projectile fragments have stuck to the vulture's body to ensure that the smoke does not spread." ”

"So it seems to be working well so far?" Carl watched as the vultures in the stinking smoke twitched wildly as if they were suffering from some serious illness, followed by a violent vomiting.

Carl had to sigh that his stink bomb was really correct.

Since the last time Matt smelled bad and didn't change color, Carl decided to increase the amount of medicine, so that people would regret coming into this world just by smelling it.

But increasing the dosage is increasing the dosage, Carl has never experimented with its effect, and now when I look at it, the effect is remarkable!

"Yes, yes, marked with three stars, it is a treasure to deal with people like vultures who do not wear helmets."

Carl thinks that vultures are not a qualified villain, you are all armored, will you die with another helmet?

Everyone who engages in the underworld knows what happens if you don't wear a helmet when you fish, but you an antisocial element don't know the consequences of not wearing a helmet?

He saw that the vulture was flying around in the sky like a headless fly, and the projectile fragments stuck to his body were constantly attracting the poison gas around him to follow him, and the vulture seemed to be added with a five-cent special effect, and it always flew with a puff of smoke.

"Almost." Carl throws a rope that binds the vulture's wings directly, a trick he learned from Batman.

He hurried to the vulture, took out a small vacuum cleaner to suck up the smoke, and then took out the potion and sprinkled it on the vulture.

Well, the main thing is to protect the environment, everyone is responsible!

The vulture had never felt the air in America so sweet, and he retched and inhaled the air fiercely, looking at the white figure walking by, and his heart was full of hatred.

"Who the hell are you? Vomit! ”

"No, you don't even know me?" Carl was very dissatisfied, and he managed to kill the fiercest gang boss in New York in his debut, but when he went out to ask, no one knew who he was.

No one knew who I was before I killed Matt, and no one knew who I was after I killed Matt, so didn't Matt Murdoch die in vain?

"Remember! Lao Tzu is the hero who killed Matt Murdoch! Carl stomped on the vulture's face mercilessly: "Do you know who I am now?" ”

"Woooooooooooo

Carl raised his foot, and the vulture first scolded bitterly, and then said, "Didn't Matt Murdoch kill Spider-Man?" ”

"Are you in the water in your brain?" The vulture listened to the high-pitched electronic sound and wanted to put all his vomit in his mouth, because Carl said, "If Spider-Man is willing to kill, can you survive like this waste?" ”