"Boom~!"

On a high-speed train in the city, with a slight tremor, Zhen Hao's face turned slightly pale and opened his eyes.

Niu Erhua and his party next to him were still struggling with vertigo, and they didn't know if it was a racial talent, but Super Meow Dahua didn't feel a little uncomfortable.

Zhen Hao has reason to suspect that his system is to take revenge on himself, so he has increased the rotation frequency of the toilet crossing mode.

"Hey, brother, you're in the way of our brother Jack!" the two black brothers behind him urged impatiently.

Zhen Hao nodded and smiled, pulled Niu Erhua and his party to sit down, looked up, and found that although there were many empty seats in the entire train, there was no connection.

I don't know the place well.,There are handsome guys.、There are kittens.、There are beauties and Lori.,You must sit together.,Otherwise, what if you meet a bad guy.。

Fortunately, several big men with fierce eyes and ill intentions suddenly stood up with enthusiasm on their faces and gave up their seats to Zhen Hao and the others.

Zhen Hao hurriedly waved his hand embarrassedly, saying that no, they just stood and waited for a while, and it was no problem whether they did it or not.

But those fierce-looking flower-armed men were extremely enthusiastic, and insisted that Zhen Hao sit down, and said that if Zhen Hao and the others didn't sit down, then they would jump off the train on the spot and die for them!

It was difficult to be gracious, Zhen Hao nodded gratefully, and pulled Niu Erhua and a few people to sit in the position they gave up, and even Super Meow Dahua had a position.

Then, these four or five big men called the police over at the top of their voices, loudly telling all the dirty things they had done, and when it came to the depths of their love, they also cried and slapped their mouths, scolded themselves for being brutes, and said that they were willing to spend the rest of their lives in prison.

This strange scene frightened the police, he knew these people, and they always flirted with women on this trip, and occasionally shot a few wallets.

As for stealing, it is impossible to steal, in their words, a real man has a gun, and stealing is a matter of sissies.

However, the police never expected that these people were not only "real men", but also real men who sold flour.

Still underestimate them.

"Click~Click~!"

A young man with an intern reporter sign recorded the scene of this beautiful prodigal son turning back with excitement on his face.

The policeman's face was bitter, and he was afraid to catch a thief on weekdays, so he let him go out, for fear that they would retaliate against him.

Now in the face of this group of more ferocious men, he didn't even dare to arrest them, but at this time, there were still reporters.

This...... It's not like a duck on the shelf, he doesn't want to be killed suddenly while he is sleeping.

But let's catch it first, and after stopping for a while, I pretend to be accidentally missed, and let them run away.

Thinking like this, the police held their heads high, smiled with justice, and led a few people to the temporary small cell in the sound of the shutter of "click~click".

After these people left, the train also returned to calm, and the smiles and bewilderment on the faces of everyone in the train were all hidden, and they were replaced with expressionless and indifferent faces again.

There is no scar man who uses a small pistol as a submachine gun, and there is no handsome pot with two blades to chop bullets, this is just a very ordinary city train, and all the passengers are ordinary passengers, at most there are a few gold-wired glasses men who look polite.

Suits and leather shoes, leather shoes and scarves, plus a standard briefcase, looks like a senior white-collar worker, but as far as he travels by subway, nine out of nine are struggling on the front line of the sales industry.

What? People are experiencing life?

Don't tease my brother, people want to experience life, going to work like an ordinary person is already the sky, if you have to squeeze a subway or something, it is pure guilt, and you can't get along with yourself.

"Hey, Father, what happened to those people just now, why do they suddenly seem like they're crazy?"

The black brother Jack, one with dreadlocks and the other without a single hair on his head, was the dreadlocked brother who spoke.

Zhen Hao was stunned for a moment, groped around on himself, found a Bible in his arms, and dragged a crude cross from his neck.

Glancing at the cross, Zhen Hao retracted what he had just said, and the cross was engraved with the Cathedral of Louis.

The name of this church sounds full of words, but there is one thing to say, this cross is really shoddy, rotten to the home, so rotten that Zhen Hao is ashamed to hang it around his neck, and he did not hesitate to put it in his pocket.

"Hey, Father, it's rude for you to ignore other people's questions like that. The bald black brother said unhappily.

Zhen Hao glanced up at the two of them, smiling, and clasped his hands together...... "As you can see, I am a priest, guided by God, who has asked me to come and save the lost Lamb, and they are the saved Lambs. ”

God, liar!

The bald black brother looked disdainful and wanted to say something, but the black dreadlocks brother reached out to stop him.

Zhen Hao looked very wrong, the black dreadlocks brother didn't want to provoke this kind of weird guy, this was the code of conduct that he could survive safely.

The bald black brother died down, crossed his legs and looked out the window, and after a while, he lost all interest, took out the newspaper from his arms and read it.

As soon as he saw two words, he was snatched from his hand by Zhen Hao, and he wanted to know about the information of this world.

The next moment was very embarrassing, Zhen Hao forgot that although he could listen and speak Eagle language when he stumbled, but as far as Eagle Wen was concerned, he was still illiterate.

"Oh~ Xie Beette, this is my newspaper!"

The bald black brother was very dissatisfied with Zhen Hao's behavior, revealing a dagger stuffed around his waist as he spoke.

As a black man who has been discriminated against, it makes perfect sense to carry a dagger with you, whether you cause trouble or not.

Zhen Hao smiled and nodded, and handed over the newspaper he couldn't read.

The bald black brother reached out and grabbed the newspaper and smiled disdainfully at Zhen Hao, who was manicuring the kitten with a dagger......

Wait, how does this dagger look so familiar?

Bald black brother with black ...... It should be a black face vigilantly guarding against Zhen Hao, and the big hand is groping around his waist.

No, sure enough, no!

The two black brothers looked at each other in a bright light, and then they slowly stood up and touched themselves...... Stood up and moved his buttocks, changed to a more comfortable position and sat down again, and smiled at Zhen Hao with his big white teeth by the way.

In their field of vision, Super Meow Dahua looked loveless, and let Zhen Hao break its claws like clay, and began to carve on the dagger.

"Brother, can you take your newspaper and read it to me affectionately?"

Zhen Hao said with a standard smile, the movements in his hands still did not stop, the black dagger was cut into thousands of holes, and the iron filings fell at his feet.

After a moment of silence, the dreadlocked black brother grinned, warm and polite.

"Of course, it's my pleasure to serve the great priest, I don't know which paragraph you want to start listening to?

Zhen Hao leaned back in his chair and nodded, looking like a big guy.

The dreadlocked black brother cleared his throat and said with emotion: "In 2003, the Clarion Daily, this newspaper was officially launched from six o'clock New York time. ”

Clarion Daily?

Zhen Hao frowned, he seemed to have heard of this name somewhere, but he just couldn't remember it.

The dreadlocked black brother continued: "Today's headlines: He's back! He fights criminals, he does justice, some people love him, some people hate ......"

"Who's back?"

Zhen Hao frowned and muttered, this blind handful of manuscripts without a head or tail, his head hurt when he listened to it, and everyone was stunned.

But Zhen Hao still didn't interrupt the black man's speech, and was going to listen to two sentences, and he could understand it in a while.

After a while, Zhen Hao gave up, and he had to admit that he had listened to the manuscript for a long time, but he wrote a few manuscripts blindly, and he didn't say who "he" was except praise throughout the whole process.

"Stop!"

Zhen Hao reached out to stop the dreadlocked black brother who was still speaking, grabbed his shoulder, and then slapped the broken dagger on his chest in a small vest, and the cold dagger made his face as black as his brother's.

"Man, I'll ask you a few questions, you'd better answer me honestly, and if you dare to lie, I'll let you talk to God and the old man. Believe me, I can't let him come down, but I can send you up. ”

"Rest assured, my brother Jack is known to never lie. The dreadlocked black brother smiled awkwardly.

"You pinch your conscience and say that the newspaper in your hand is not badly written. ”

The dreadlocked black brother was stunned for a moment, and then nodded again and again: "Bad, too bad, this is the worst newspaper I've ever seen in my life!"

Zhen Hao patted him on the shoulder and nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, tell me now, who is the "he" that the newspaper just pointed to?"

"Spider-Man!"

Zhen Hao frowned and let go of the black brother with dirty pigtails, seeing that he still wanted to continue reciting, and waved his hand to indicate that he could take a ten-minute intermission.

The top priority now is to figure out which version of the Spider-Man of this world is.

Generally speaking, the worlds he travels through are movies or TV series, so there are only three versions of Spider-Man that he may encounter.

The first and oldest Spider-Man was Tobey Maguire's version of Spider-Man, who had eight-pack abs and a baby face.

In terms of temperament, he is the most classic version of the civilian hero who completely conforms to the mutation of the poor.

One of the most impressive is the most classic sentence "the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility", this sentence is not only full of force, but also rich in positive energy, and has a wide range of influence, which has become the motto of many civilian heroes to stick to.

The second generation of Spider-Man is Garfield's version of Spider-Man, he is very different from the first version of Spider-Man, he is sunny, energetic, lively and cheerful, and he likes beautiful sisters and villains the most in his life.

One of them can make him happy, and the other can make him simply happy.

Although this generation of Spider-Man is funny, youthful, love, fighting criminals and so on, there is one thing that makes people want to complain.

Where is this an ordinary high school student, where is a civilian hero who fights criminals, you can see the shadow of Tony's sassy bag in him, this is clearly the setting of a rich second generation to fight criminals in his spare time.

And this setting is completely a combination of Tony's and the old man's setting, a playful old man...... No, it should be said that he is a playful school grass master.

Garfield's version of Spider-Man, compared with the first generation of Maguire, is mediocre in appearance, without a bit of dick silk temperament in it, and the bells and whistles of the girl are extremely inconsistent with the audience's impression of Spider-Man's hanging temperament.

He used the facts to tell us that in a group of handsome guys, it is useless to be handsome, only in line with the original book is king.

It's like a certain teasing breaking the sky, this is the good memory of many people back then, but because the special effects are too close to reality, they have gained infamy.

This is the same as Garfield's version of Spider-Man, without the empathetic dick silk temperament, even if the Spider-Man big IP with tens of millions of fan groups is still not too warmly welcomed by the audience, and there will be no follow-up after filming two films.

The third generation of Spider-Man is Tony's good cub, the Dutch brother's version of Spider-Man.

He has a babyface that is more baby-faced than Maguire's babyface, inherits the liveliness and cuteness of the second-generation Spider-Man, and has a very likable personality.

One of the fly in the ointment is that this little guy is a chatterbox, and as we all know, the other chatterbox in a straitjacket has been played with as a meme.

But fortunately, in the case of a large difference in appearance, the handsome man is still quite useful, at least when it comes to the Dutch brother is a talker, most of them can't help but show an aunt smile, not like the other, laughing like a sand sculpture.

Of the three versions of Spider-Man, Zhen Hao's favorite is the first version.

There is no other reason, it is because he comforted Zhen Hao's poor heart when Zhen Hao was young, and made Zhen Hao understand that superheroes can live so miserably.

Of course, this is only one aspect, and on the other hand, it is because this Spider-Man completely interprets the struggle history of a small person, growing from a small citizen to a superhero that everyone loves, and he has lost a lot along the way.

His journey has been bumpy and bumpy, and he has lost relatives and girlfriends along the way, which is admirable.

So even if his version of manual spinning and the setting are not in line, "the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility" is enough to cover up all imperfections.

But one thing to say, the most popular point is that he is bitter enough, and he is also dick enough, and he has been hovering between having a girlfriend and a single dog.

"Boom~!"

Zhen Hao was still reminiscing, when two high-altitude objects suddenly fell from the sky, and the top of the train instantly dented, causing everyone in the car to exclaim.

"Wotfack, what's going on!"

"What's that? there's something up there...... They're alive!"

In their field of vision, the depression in the roof of the car stretched all the way, and occasionally there were claws with a metallic sheen piercing the iron sheet of the roof, showing everyone in front of their eyes, telling everyone that they were not to be messed with.

Zhen Hao and his party were calmly sitting on chairs, and the two black brothers next to them had already gotten up and fled elsewhere, but what made Zhen Hao more different was that they still asked him to go with him when they left.

Zhen Hao shook his head in surprise, refused the invitation of the two brothers, and they no longer insisted, and played peek-a-boo with the fighting movement overhead.

"Whoa~!"

The windows on the opposite side shattered, and the two figures defied Newton's laws and stood vertically on the flanks of the train to output each other.

One of them is a red and blue Spider-Man, and the other is a middle-aged man in a big yellow trench coat, sunglasses on his face, and four mechanical claws on his back.

Zhen Hao's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the two people who were beating each other opposite him.

Spider-Man and Doctor Octopus, you can guess with your ass that Spider-Man under this bodysuit is his favorite bitter pussy.

The sense of substitution is very strong, and I have begun to suffer.

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