Kapitel 119: Ch.119 You Actually Stole a Kiss from Me!
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Ronan was full of question marks at this moment.
What do they mean by "little girlfriend"?
How did this supposed relationship already spread so far?
Can't these kidnappers be a bit more professional?
I'm just a poor student—if you're kidnapping someone, shouldn't you go after her rich dad?
"Ronan, don't try anything smart. We're not after money."
"If you dare call the police or tell anyone else, be prepared to collect her body."
After saying this, the voice on the other end hung up.
What?
You're threatening me?
Ronan's mouth hung open in disbelief as he listened to the dial tone.
In all his life, this was his first time receiving a threatening phone call!
Damn!
Why does this feel a bit exciting?
Someone was threatening him!
Thinking about this, Ronan couldn't help but take a deep breath.
First, stay calm. If he was being threatened, what was the appropriate response to show?
The Morgan Arthur Warehouse.
This area was one of the most dangerous places in all of New York, essentially a slum among slums.
According to the government's plan, they originally wanted to transform this place into a storage facility to provide jobs for the people here.
However, the chaos was overwhelming.
Almost every night, gang firefights broke out, and people would die in this area every day.
Gang battles were practically like arms shows.
If RPGs weren't so expensive, the local residents might even see firework shows every night.
As a result, the warehouses that were originally built here were all abandoned for various reasons.
The Morgan Arthur Warehouse was one of these.
Supposedly, it was named to commemorate a well-known figure from the Western frontier.
But Ronan had never heard of the name.
Ronan rode his bicycle to the warehouse, "acquiring" the weapons of five different gangs along the way.
He originally wore just a sweater and a down jacket, but after his "efforts" along the way, he was now fully equipped with pistols, rifles, shotguns, and even a decent bulletproof vest.
Though the vest wasn't particularly useful for him, it could come in handy for Gwen Stacy.
Finally, as Ronan entered the warehouse laden with bags, he spotted the person he'd come for.
Oh, to be precise, he only saw Gwen Stacy.
Gwen Stacy was tied to a chair, with no one around.
When she saw Ronan, she desperately tried to say something through her gag.
Ronan didn't bother looking around; he simply walked up to Gwen and tore the tape off her face.
"Careful! They've set a trap!"
This was the first thing Gwen Stacy said.
But as soon as she said it, the sound of rifles cocking echoed throughout the room.
A dozen men in suits, each armed with AR-15 rifles, emerged from all directions.
Their gun barrels were all aimed directly at Ronan—one wrong move, and they'd definitely open fire!
Gwen Stacy was terrified by the scene.
She'd never been in such a situation before.
Though her father had mentioned that, due to his work, they sometimes made enemies with gangs...
This level of setup seemed too excessive.
"Sigh."
Seeing this, Ronan couldn't help but sigh.
This kind of welcoming ceremony left him feeling overwhelmed.
"So, after all that effort to get me here, what exactly do you want?"
"You aren't just trying to show off your firepower, right?"
Ronan glanced around; these suited guys were just small fry—he needed to find the leader.
Gwen Stacy stood beside Ronan with a wary expression, her hands tightly gripping Ronan's sleeve.
She was clearly nervous.
"Looks like you're not an ordinary high school student."
"Faced with this kind of scene, you still manage to remain so calm."
A voice, coming from afar, gradually drew nearer.
A bald man emerged from behind the group of suited men and approached Ronan.
Sitwell.
Ronan squinted his eyes and immediately recognized the man.
"Looks like you know who I am?"
Sitwell looked a bit surprised.
By all accounts, his identity was strictly confidential, and regular people had no way of knowing he existed.
However, Ronan shook his head.
"No, I don't know you."
"I just think you don't look like the big boss behind the scenes."
"More like a lackey who works for him?"
Ronan gave Sitwell a glance, speaking calmly.
The Hydra agents—honestly, Ronan had never taken them seriously.
Even now, when they had created two of their most powerful "weapons," Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch.
Ronan still looked down on them.
A group hiding in the sewers too afraid to show themselves—they would soon forget what the sun looked like.
"Smart."
"If it weren't for this awkward situation, I'd really like to recruit you into our organization."
"But there's one thing you guessed wrong: I'm not working for just anyone, I am working for..."
Sitwell stopped here, appearing very cautious.
Although he believed that Ronan was already in his grasp, he couldn't afford to be careless.
Who knew what unexpected twists might arise?
"So, you're going to capture me, right?"
Ronan sighed.
Sitwell smiled without answering, but the answer was obvious.
Seeing this, Ronan shrugged and pulled out the bulletproof vest gifted by the gang members.
"Take off your jacket."
Ronan said softly to Gwen Stacy.
"Hmm?"
Gwen Stacy looked stunned—take off her jacket?
In front of all these people, what was he thinking?
"I mean take off your coat and put this on."
Seeing her expression, Ronan couldn't help but roll his eyes—such a young girl and already thinking too much.
Hearing this, Gwen looked at the vest, then shot Ronan a glare.
How is this my fault for misunderstanding?
You're the one who said it in such a confusing way!
Despite that, Gwen still followed Ronan's instructions, took off her coat, and put on the bulletproof vest.
However, as she tried to fasten it, she found that the vest was a bit small.
You see, Gwen Stacy had a perfect figure, with a narrow waist and long legs.
But...
Ronan clicked his tongue—though she was young, the vest was indeed too small, especially around some crucial areas.
Hearing the clicking of Ronan's tongue, Gwen playfully slapped his arm, then put her coat back on.
Sitwell just watched as the two of them bantered back and forth, not quite understanding what Ronan was up to.
"Thanks for giving me so much time."
"But after thinking about it, I still can't go with you."
"Because I have class tomorrow."
Ronan put an arm around Gwen's waist and smiled at Sitwell.
Sitwell was stunned for a moment, and at that exact same moment, Ronan looked down at Gwen.
"Hold onto me, otherwise—"
Before Ronan could finish his sentence, Gwen Stacy had already wrapped her arms around his neck, putting her entire weight on him.
Ronan rolled his eyes.
Sis, I said hold onto me, not cling like a koala.
But given the situation, Ronan could only go with it.
"Goodbye, Mr. Sitwell."
Ronan smiled, waving at Sitwell, his left arm around Gwen's waist.
The next moment...
"Open fire!"
Just as Sitwell shouted "open fire," Ronan and Gwen, who had been standing on the ground, suddenly sank into it!
That's right—they sank into the ground.
The two figures continued falling; before the bullets could reach them, they had already vanished.
"Cease fire!"
"Find the target!"
Sitwell immediately gave the order.
Everyone began searching for them, but in this open warehouse, anyone hiding would be in plain sight.
So, they couldn't find Ronan.
Damn it!
Sitwell cursed and quickly pulled out his phone.
Bang!
Just as he put the phone to his ear, a golden beam shattered it.
Along with it, his ear was blown to bits.
Sitwell covered his ear in terror, looking around.
Hovering above them was Ronan, his eyes coldly watching them.
And he put on the Iron Man helmet.
Classic scapegoat.
"You are... surrounded."
Seeing Ronan hovering there, something clicked for Sitwell, and he realized.
The sorcerer they had been hunting all along was right under their noses!
It was this ordinary high school kid!
"You're the sorcerer!!!"
"Open fire!!!"
He didn't even give Ronan a chance to speak before ordering them to fire.
Bullets poured toward Ronan, the sound of casings hitting the floor creating a twisted symphony, and the gunfire lit up the dim warehouse.
But Ronan just hovered there, letting them fire all they wanted.
Visibly, every bullet passed through Ronan's body.
The bullets, ricocheting off the warehouse, became the thing the gunmen feared most—bouncing rounds.
Because the trajectory of a bouncing round is unpredictable.
So...
"Ah!!!"
People started getting hit by the ricochets.
Seeing this, Sitwell's commands became ineffective, and the shooters started hesitating.
After all, their lives were at stake.
As they stopped firing, Ronan slowly descended to the ground.
"You guys are so many against one—it's just unfair."
"So, let's even the odds a little..."
As soon as he finished speaking, identical versions of Ronan began appearing behind him.
All of them were Ronan!
"The main body gets to show off, while the duplicates take the fall."
"Let's wrap this up quickly, fellas—we still got homework to do!"
Meanwhile...
Like a koala, Gwen Stacy was experiencing the most exhilarating roller coaster of her life.
When she felt herself rapidly falling, she instinctively closed her eyes, burying her head in Ronan's shoulder.
But soon, the cold night wind hit her, making her shiver.
"Alright, you can look up now."
"Only if you have the courage."
Ronan's voice echoed in her ear.
Look up?
Gwen hesitated for half a second, but she trusted Ronan and slowly lifted her head.
The next moment...
"Ah!!!"
Gwen screamed.
She clearly saw that she and Ronan were falling rapidly from mid-air!
The intense sense of weightlessness made her grip Ronan even tighter.
"Easy, easy, sis."
"If you squeeze any harder, you'll choke me to death."
Ronan rolled his eyes, gently patting her head.
Feeling the warmth of Ronan's hand, Gwen looked up again, taking in her surroundings.
They were still falling.
"Here, if you don't want to be on the front page tomorrow, put this on."
Ronan took out the trusty Iron Man helmet.
Seeing the helmet, Gwen seemed to understand.
But Ronan just smiled at her, offering no explanation.
Gwen chose not to ask more and put on the helmet, finding it a perfect fit.
Not loose, not tight—just comfortable.
Looking up again, she saw that Ronan also had another Iron Man helmet on.
"Here we go."
Ronan grinned, suddenly shifting their position mid-air.
They went from falling straight down to diving headfirst.
"Ah!!!"
Gwen screamed again.
But unlike the last time, this scream was tinged with excitement.
They were both young; facing such an adrenaline rush, their bodies naturally reacted.
Luckily, they were in a mostly deserted area.
Those living here at night followed one rule: see nothing, hear nothing.
Screaming?
Heh... In this chaotic area, screams were basically part of everyday life.
Some people, driven by curiosity, had once tried peeking from their homes.
They had no "then."
The bullet had gone right through the glass and into their foreheads.
Curiosity killed the cat.
So, no matter how exciting things got outside, even if Iron Man himself showed up, the locals wouldn't dare peek.
The two were falling fast and were close to the ground.
Gwen's arms involuntarily tightened—this was beyond thrilling.
Buzz!
Instead of crashing to the ground as she expected, she saw a golden portal appear, and they dove right in.
Whoosh~
With the wind brushing past her ears, the sense of weightlessness vanished, and it felt as though they were back on solid ground.
Through the helmet, Gwen looked around and found...
They were home!
"This..."
Gwen looked around in disbelief, thinking she must be dreaming.
Ronan removed his helmet and gently knocked on Gwen's head—oh wait, her helmet.
"Alright, you're home safe."
"Better get inside and have dinner."
Ronan let out a sigh of relief. This being his first time getting threatened, he'd messed up a bit.
Next time, he'd know better.
Next time, his entrance and exit would definitely be more spectacular.
Hopefully, the next time someone threatens him won't be too far off.
"Ronan, are you really... Mr. Mystic?"
"I saw that news, and you..."
Halfway through her question, Gwen stopped herself.
She realized that Ronan must have kept it a secret for a reason.
So, being considerate, she chose not to pry further.
"Actually, I'm just an agent for Mr. Mystic."
"Well, 'agent' isn't exactly the right term. I'm more like a lucky guy."
"He taught me a bit of magic, but in exchange, I help him out with things."
As he spoke, Ronan held up his right hand, revealing a tattoo-like symbol on the back.
It glowed faintly gold, but with a swipe of his left hand, it vanished.
"So, will you be in danger?"
"I mean, like last time, when aliens invaded Earth—would that happen again?"
"Oh, no, I mean would Mr. Mystic appear again?"
Gwen's words were jumbled.
Ronan couldn't help but smile—it was as if everything he just explained had been in vain.
But with Gwen's smarts, she was too clever to believe such a lie.
"Not necessarily."
"Then again, who knows?"
"Maybe next time Mr. Mystic will come and save the day again."
Ronan shrugged as a portal opened behind him.
The meaning was clear—Ronan was leaving.
"Alright, I gotta go. You should head home too."
"Your parents must be worried."
Ronan glanced at the nearby building, picking a spot that perfectly avoided George Stacy's sight.
He wasn't about to feel that chill down his spine again.
"Wait."
As Ronan was about to step into the portal, Gwen called out to him.
Ronan curiously turned around, but before he could say anything, he felt a soft, warm sensation on his lips.
Whoa!
A sneak attack?
Before he could react, he was shoved through the portal.
With the portal closed, Gwen's face turned beet red.
She held the Iron Man helmet close, taking a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart.
She definitely couldn't let her parents notice anything.
Not about today's kidnapping or about Ronan.
Bang!
At that moment, she heard a car door slam behind her.
Turning around, she froze.
Because her father, George Stacy, was there, his hands on his head, looking utterly shocked.
"What the f*ck!?"
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