The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Chapter 2744 Star Core Rescue (Thirty)

In the evening, in Stark Tower, Miles threw himself on the sofa and took a deep breath. He stared at the ceiling with lifeless eyes and shouted: "This is too hard. I am almost exhausted."

Peter was adjusting the spider leg support device behind the Spider suit. He pushed his glasses and said: "The spider ability should give you extraordinary energy. At that time, I couldn't even stay idle for three minutes. Why are you still complaining about being tired?"

"I'm not talking about going out to fight, but studying!" Miles collapsed in the chair and shouted: "I'm really tired of math problems. I'm not a good student! You can't ask me to have the average academic level of Spider-Man. I'm just a poor illiterate..."

"Impossible." Peter refused. He said: "Spider-Man's ability will not only bring you extraordinary physical strength, but also make your thinking speed faster. You should be very suitable for learning."

"But I don't like to study." Miles said: "I don't want to sit in school and listen to classes, nor do I want to study chemistry and physics, and I don't want to do math problems! God, I haven't finished my math homework yet..."

"Then go and write it quickly. There is still training tonight. "After Peter adjusted the equipment, he turned around and said, "When you can defeat the Sandman, you will pass the novice tutorial."

"Is this just a novice tutorial? !"

"Then get full marks in math."

Miles jumped up from the sofa and said, "Where's the equipment? I will definitely give that big guy a good show tonight!"

Peter handed him the adjusted battle suit and said, "You have to understand that most superheroes have gone to Centauri now, and the others are basically busy taking care of children. There are not many superheroes who can practice with you, and they are also Sandman. I once owed us a favor, so I promised to help you. You must cherish this opportunity. "

"Got it." Miles threw the gum into his mouth, waved his hand and said, "Just wait and see. I can find his weakness tonight, and I will definitely defeat him tomorrow at the latest."

Watching Miles jump down from the window of Stark Tower, Peter shook his head. He was not a good superhero mentor. There was still room for discussion about technology, but he would hardly talk to others about life ideals, especially as an elder. He did not have that kind of majesty.

But he was not in a hurry. Miles was still very young and had a lot of room for growth. He did not have to rush at this moment. He would always find a good partner for him.

Miles had just jumped down the building and saw the huge figure from a distance. This guy called Sandman was really difficult to deal with. It was fine if he could only see but not hit him. Every time he failed in a surprise attack, he would use sand to form a mocking expression to laugh at himself, and even use sand to simulate himself when he was rolled up. It was really mean.

Miles saw the smiling face of the logo again. He took a deep breath and clenched his fist. He already had some clues. He would settle all the old and new grudges together and make sure to make this monster look good tonight!

Miles shot out a spider silk, which swung high up, and started a chase with the huge sandstorm over Manhattan.

Miles was also a witness to the Sandman's madness before. Although he was not the one who subdued the sand at that time, he also heard some clues from other superheroes. If he guessed correctly, the Sandman was afraid of water.

But the Sandman himself must know this. He would not run to the water for no reason. Miles also tried a water gun, but the power was too small, or he directly exploded the fire hydrant. But the hydrant was dead after all, and the Sandman could run with long legs. He just exploded his front foot and ran away with his back foot.

Miles knew that he had to set up a scene that forced the Sandman to come into contact with water. He only had some ideas today on how to do it.

To force such a big monster to retreat by water, ordinary wells or reservoirs will definitely not work. Natural water bodies are best. New York is close to the sea, but the better choice is the Hudson River. Although it is not a big river, it is enough to interfere with the actions of the Sandman.

Miles rushed towards the Hudson River at a high speed. The Sandman chased after him. It seemed that he had seen through his plan and chased him more and more closely, constantly shooting arrows made of sand to interfere with his actions.

Miles dodged flexibly and finally arrived at the bank of the Hudson River. A spider silk shot on the building on the opposite bank and swung over, watching the Sandman staring blankly on this side of the dark.

Miles stood on the opposite building and shook his shoulders, twisted his buttocks, and made a face at the Sandman with his spider hood, but the next second, the Sandman in the shape of a tornado charged up, jumped into the air, and blew to the other side like a gust of wind, landing in front of Miles.

Miles was stunned. He ran away, but the Sandman would not give him such a chance. After re-condensing his body, he raised his huge arm and grabbed him. After putting him in front of his face, he showed an evil smile.

"Since I was trapped in the water last time, I have practiced for a long time. You are still far from it, kid." The Sandman smiled, shook Miles hard, threw Miles into the sky, and then caught him with his hands.

Miles was shaken and almost vomited. He wanted to break free from the Sandman's big hand, but the Sandman did not compete with him in strength. When Miles exerted force, the sand retreated, but when he wanted to run away, the sand condensed again. He was like a traveler trapped in quicksand. The more he struggled, the deeper he sank.

Under the mask, Miles showed a bitter face. He knew that being a superhero was not that simple. Today he was in trouble, but now he has caught the Sandman's new weakness. He will wait for himself tomorrow!

The Sandman also felt that bullying children was a bit boring, so he shook Miles again. Just before he was about to put Miles down, a green light shot out of the air and hit the Sandman's arm.

As soon as the sand on his arms dispersed, Miles fell to the ground. After rolling a few times on the ground, he looked up at the sky in disbelief.

The huge figure of the Sandman covered half of the sky, but what Miles was looking at was not him, but a bright figure flying up from behind. He was wearing a retro armor, and his cloak was blowing in the wind. The most important thing was that the figure was flying in the night sky. A helmet that exudes infinite mysterious light.

Miles recognized him and yelled his name - "Mysterio!!!!!"

"Oh my God, it's Mysterio!" Miles' shout was also the voice of most of the onlookers who were awakened. This is the superhero who saved the space station! People started taking out their cell phones to take pictures.

The Sandman, whose arms were broken off, turned around and saw a figure floating in the air. He thought, what's going on, Peter didn't tell him that there was still this ring? Is this another newbie hero who needs training?

The Sandman didn't know what was going on, so he didn't dare to act rashly. Unexpectedly, the mysterious guest raised his hands, countless flames ignited, and a fire dragon flew towards the Sandman.

The sand man felt the heat and quickly dispersed the sand. The fire dragon passed through and hit the road, directly lifting the asphalt road surface. Two ladies returning home late at night were almost hit by the debris.

Miles was stunned. He rushed over. A piece of spider silk stuck to a piece of debris. One turned over and kicked the other piece away. He walked up to the two ladies and said, "Are you okay? Hurry and hide."

Needless to say, the onlookers dispersed in a hurry, screaming and hiding towards the nearby building, but the mysterious guest seemed completely unaware. Sometimes it was a fire dragon, sometimes it was an ice cone, and countless lasers kept hitting it. On roads and streetside buildings.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" Sandman roared.

New York State has a superhero vandalism compensation bill. Even if it is to save people, as long as you cause large-scale building damage, you will have to pay compensation. If you accidentally injure people, the compensation will be even more.

Even with the approval of Peter and Nick, Sandman and Miles were just playing a chase in the city. If one person caught the other, it would be over. They did not dare to fight, otherwise neither of them would be able to afford the loss. .

Is this Mysterio crazy? This road will cost at least 500,000 US dollars! The two buildings next to it look a bit old. As long as they are over 70 years old, they will be compensated according to the standards of cultural relics. This laser can cost millions of dollars!

Crazy, crazy, really crazy! The sand people have never seen such a lunatic who doesn't regard money as money.

The other party is crazy, but he is not crazy. He has a bad temper, not a bad mind. If he dares to do this to Mysterio, when SHIELD determines the damage the next day, he will bear at least 30% of the compensation, let alone He can't afford to pay 30% or 3%, so run away!

The sandman turned around and ran away. Not only that, he also picked up all the sand that fell during the previous fight with Miles, determined not to leave any physical evidence that could be used to determine the damage.

Before leaving, he didn't forget Peter's instructions and picked up Miles. He knew that this kid also came from the slums. Why should the poor embarrass the poor? If they have money, let them pay for it. Let's run away!

Miles actually realized the seriousness of the matter, but he was worried that the people around him would be accidentally injured, so he didn't run away.

When he was caught by the Sandman, he had not yet reacted, but soon, the amount of compensation he might have to pay after being involved in this incident was like the starting gun of a 100-meter race. Miles felt that now that Bolt was here, it was too late. If you can't catch him, run!

The two poor men ran to the edge of the Bronx in one breath, breathing heavily. After looking at each other, they all saw in each other's eyes the joy of surviving the disaster.

Sure enough, within ten minutes I saw the SHIELD helicopter flying over there.

And Mysterio, who slowly put down his hands, thought, Sure enough, this so-called sandstorm and Spider-Man are just showpieces created by the Stark Group. They are not even as scary as the monsters created by their own special effects equipment. They were destroyed after only one laser blast. And escape.

Now the people should see clearly who is the real hero, the mysterious guest thought, and slowly landed on the roof of the building.

Then he heard the movement of helicopters, looked up, and saw five helicopters with SHIELD logos parked above his head.

Huh, SHIELD is really just an afterthought, Mysterio thought disdainfully, they came forward after all the monsters had run away, it doesn't matter, it is an official organization after all, so he should give them some face.

He nodded very politely and reservedly to the agents on the helicopter with the door open, feeling that he was quite a master.

Just when he was about to leave, he saw the agent pick up a pen and write something. A piece of paper fell down in the wind and landed right in front of Mysterio. Mysterio reached out to catch it.

On the piece of paper was written "Superhero Fixed Damage Invoice:"

The superhero Mysterio destroyed a total of one street, the exterior walls of three heritage-protected buildings, and one heritage-protected building and building structure. The initial estimated loss was approximately US$4.82 million. The impact was so severe that the maximum penalty was imposed, with an additional fine of 60% of the loss.

Please go to the nearest bank within three working days to pay the loss compensation and fine. The penalty is issued by: Natasha Romanov, Level 8 Special Agent of the Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency. "

After throwing down the ticket, Natasha picked up the phone and said, "Hello? Schiller, it's done."

Then she said hesitantly: "I don't have any objection to anything else, but isn't it a bit unethical for you to urgently send the buildings on this street to be selected as cultural relics protection buildings overnight?"

"Give you half."

"Then I think this street still has historical value."

I caught a cold by blowing the air conditioner, sneeze!