บท 3: Chapter 3: Annoying Spider (EXTRA)

Spider-Man is obviously wearing a mask, but people can always feel his current expression.

For example, what Wayne felt now on his face was a playful emotion.

Maybe it was because of his eyes that looked huge on the mask, allowing people to feel the feelings from the spider more clearly.

Compared to Spider-Man's rich expressions, Wayne's bat mask can only bring people fear and anger from the person under the mask.

Even if the person under the mask had a smile on his face, it would only make people facing Wayne feel a little ironic.

Likewise, few people get to see Batman's smiling face.

Most of what they could see was just disapproving looks from Batman.

That's all.

Wayne said nothing, he calmly took his batarang back from Spider-Man's hand.

"Hey, can't you just say thank you?" Wayne's calm performance obviously made Spider-Man a little uncomfortable.

Even if he helped an old lady, he would get a thank you.

Now he has taken back Batman's batarang, but there is nothing here?

When he said this, Wayne, who was walking in front, stopped and turned to look at Spider-Man.

"What material is your spider silk made of? With this kind of toughness and tensile strength, I think it will dissolve automatically in a short time." A bracelet-like device suddenly appeared in Wayne's hand.

With this skill, anyone in Gotham could probably be trained to become a peerless thief.

"What?" Spider-Man himself was stunned. He probably never thought that one day his spider silk shooter would be taken away quietly by someone.

"How did you do it?" Spider-Man said to Wayne excitedly after he reacted.

He had never seen things like this develop.

Moreover, his spider silk shooter was placed inside his battle suit, so how was it taken away?

"You're distracted." Wayne threw the spider web shooter directly to Spider-Man, who obviously had a small belly.

"." Spider-Man now really doesn't know what to say about this matter.

Even though time was a butcher's knife and he hadn't exercised seriously, at least Spider-Man could be sure that he had never been distracted.

Wayne didn't care about Spider-Man's depression now. He just turned around and walked towards his set goal.

He needs something.

"Hey, why can't you just talk to others properly?" Spider-Man noticed that Wayne was about to leave, so he quickly ran towards Wayne.

"The Spider-Man of this world has just died, and you, the Spider-Man with a belly, have appeared." Wayne didn't even bother to turn his head, he just walked forward.

"I can tell that you're involved in something pretty troublesome."

"I don't intend to get involved."

Wayne's calm words made Spider-Man look helpless.

He had never seen a guy like this who basically showed no emotion when talking.

"But aren't you already involved in this matter now?" Spider-Man still followed Wayne and had no intention of leaving Wayne.

Wayne didn't say anything. He just stood on the rooftop of this relatively tall building, carefully looking at what was happening around him.

I was about to complete my plan, but was interrupted by an uninvited guest.

That guy has been following him all the time.

"Hey, I knew you were a die-hard fan of Batman. So, are you looking for the next criminal?" Spider-Man is really a chatterbox. He has been beside Wayne and constantly nagging him.

"I hate this guy." Thomas in Wayne's mind could naturally hear Spider-Man talking, and he couldn't accept Spider-Man's chatterbox.

In his world, there is no one who can talk as Spider-Man.

Talking non-stop.

You don't even need to drink saliva.

Wayne didn't say anything, but he did agree with what Thomas said.

Spider-Man is great in every way except his mouth.

"You haven't talked to me for a long time, which makes me feel awkward like I'm doing a monologue. How about you give me a response?" Spider-Man suddenly came in front of Wayne, swinging on his spider silk.

Wayne reached out and pushed Spider-Man away, continuing with his own actions.

The biggest difference between bats and spiders is that bats need money.

A bat without money might not even be able to make a bat dart.

"You really broke my heart, man. And I think you should be a better fan of Spider-Man, man, don't you?" Spider-Man never knew what giving up was.

He definitely has his own confidence.

There is no way that everyone's beloved Spider-Man can be better than the gloomy Batman.

"Are you talking about a Spider-Man with a midlife crisis, a belly, and no shoes on his spider suit?" Wayne looked up and down at the person in front of him.

Spider-Man lowered his head to look at his exposed calves and his toes that were digging the ground out of embarrassment.

"These are all small problems." When he looked up again, Wayne was no longer in front of him.

The only thing there was a figure that had swung to another building with a hook gun.

"In some ways, we are quite similar." Spider-Man smiled.

Wayne has found his goal and would certainly not care about Spider-Man's soliloquy.

All he has to do now is make money.

By the way, create an identity for yourself.

Even though he didn't know how long he would stay in this world, it would be best to have a relatively legal identity.

It allows Wayne to get rid of the interference from NYPD most of the time.

As for having money, the purpose is simple. Some things always require money to get them done.

For example, equipment.

Perhaps it's because Spider-Man has been confirmed dead, and now ghosts, big and small, have all come out to cause trouble.

All of New York has become like the state before Spider-Man appeared, with criminals and chaos everywhere.

The chaotic city, the dark corners, the current New York made Thomas feel familiar in Wayne's mind.

This state of the city is exactly the state it was in when he was in Gotham.

All order means nothing in the eyes of those guys.

Except, the bat worked out everything.

Just like the previous transaction, Wayne's target is still the member who is obviously selling illegal things to people around him.

Often, these guys have enough cash to support some of Wayne's activities.

What's more, Wayne not only intends to obtain illegal items from those individuals, but also wants to deal with the base camp of those criminals.

"This is yours." Holding a small packet of powder in his hand, the black guy was looking at the man in front of him who was obviously addicted with a smile on his face.

"Thank you." The man handed the cash in his hand to the black guy and reached out to take the bag.

When the man was about to touch the bag, the black guy raised his hand, making it completely impossible for the man to touch it.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" The black guy stretched out a finger and shook it. "Sometimes, money can't necessarily buy goods. You still need a little effort."

"Sir, what can I do?" The man now didn't know what he was saying anymore. He just wanted to get the goods from the black guy.

After hearing his own satisfactory answer, the black guy smiled and handed the bag of powder in his hand to the man: "As long as you can send your wife here, I will give you something new that will make you feel great."

"No, no problem."

The man didn't care what the black guy said, he just wanted the bag.

He reached out to the black guy.

The black guy nodded with satisfaction: "I recorded your words, don't forget them."

"You forgot something" A cold voice sounded behind the black man.

"What?" Before the black guy could react, a powerful knee strike pushed him directly against the wall.

His stomach was churning, and the black guy felt like he was about to vomit out his dinner.

The entire abdomen was twisted together.

Wayne looked coldly at the man who was lying on the ground looking for the bag that the black guy had dropped.

Wayne never felt any pity for such a person.

Especially, the guy who plans to exchange his loved ones for his so-called happiness.

Wayne walked towards the man.

The man finally found the bag of white powder that the black guy had thrown away before. Just when he wanted to feel the ecstasy in his mind, a foot stepped on his head and hit the ground.

Blood slowly flowed from the man's forehead.

"Son of a bitch!!" When Wayne was dealing with the poisonous insect, the black guy who was unable to move due to the severe pain finally recovered.

Without saying a word, he pulled out his gun and shot Wayne without hesitation.

But it missed the mark.

A spider silk thread had already grabbed his gun-holding hand.

"What?" The spider silk wrapped around his hand obviously made the black guy a little confused. Wasn't Spider-Man dead?

Wayne didn't care whether Spider-Man would appear immediately. He cut the spider silk with one hand and punched the black guy in the abdomen.

"Wow!" Spider-Man landed beside them at this time. Looking at the miserable state of the black guy and the man whose life or death was unknown, Spider-Man was obviously a little bit reluctant. "This is not in line with Batman's character."

"Now, I ask, and you answer."

Wayne ignored Spider-Man's presence. He held the black guy's collar with both hands and spoke to him word by word.

Every pattern on the pitch-black bat mask in front of him seemed to be telling of the fear from deep within his heart.

Spider-Man dropped his hands helplessly.

The black guy didn't want to go on like this, so he nodded repeatedly.

Who made the masked freak in front of him not care about the harm caused to himself?

"Pick-up address?"

"I only know that the goods come from Hell's Kitchen, and the transaction location is always notified by them at short notice."

"What's the delivery time?"

"Take it every two days, and I'm going to take it tomorrow." Even though there was blood in the black guy's mouth, he still didn't dare to be vague and explained it clearly to Wayne.

"Where do you keep your cash?"

"The password to my home safe is ******, and the address is 303 on the third floor of the apartment building two stops away."

Letting go of his hands, the black guy slowly slid down the wall.

Seeing Wayne turning around, the black guy probably thought he had escaped a disaster. Just when he was about to take a breath, Wayne, who had already turned around, suddenly turned around and elbowed him without any warning.

It hit the black guy in the face.

Blood splattered everywhere, and one could even see the teeth flying out with the help of the light.

After doing all this, Wayne simply took out the cash from the black guy and put it in his own pocket. There was also a car key, which was also accepted by Wayne.

"Are you really a die-hard fan of Batman? Why do I feel that you are more like the Punisher?" Spider-Man looked at what Wayne was doing now, and he really couldn't see any trace of Batman's style at all.

Spider-Man has already checked the man on the ground. That guy at least has a severe concussion. If it's more serious, he might be a vegetable.

As for the black guy who was directly elbowed by Wayne, Spider-Man can guarantee that he is definitely a vegetable.

If medical treatment is not timely, Spider-Man has no way of being sure whether the black guy can survive.

Didn't you see that blood has started to seep out of the back of the black guy's head?

But now the Thomas in Wayne's mind has some complaints about what Wayne has done.

He was not condemning Wayne's behavior or saying that he was too harsh. Instead, he felt that Wayne's behavior was a little too lenient.

If Thomas were to engage in this kind , he could guarantee that neither of the two men would survive.

Everyone must go to hell and report to Satan.

"I think you were too kind." Thomas spoke to Wayne in a disappointed tone.

"Forgive me, I'm not yet able to take someone's life directly, and I'm not yet able to do it without any psychological burden." Wayne responded to Thomas calmly, "This is already the greatest harm I can do."

Thomas had no way of saying anything about Wayne's words.

He himself knew that it was too much to ask Wayne to be like him.

Without another word, Thomas retreated back into his cell.

Wayne was already walking towards the parking lot not far away with the car keys. He pressed the unlock button, and a Ford pickup truck lit up.

"It's a pretty nice car, I like it." Spider-Man's annoying voice sounded again.

(End of this chapter)

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