Chapter 2 The Second Spider-Man

Spider-Man's death made many people sad, but it also made many people happy.

For example, the gangsters who were trading contraband in the alley were obviously no longer as nervous as before.

Even the sound has been raised several degrees.

"Hahaha, that guy who was wandering over the city every day is finally dead." In the alley, he looked at the news pushed to him on his mobile phone.

A gangster was speaking to his companion quite happily.

If they didn't have any beer on hand, Wayne had no doubt that they would raise their glasses and drink heartily in the next second.

"Okay, Spider is gone. I don't know if those other guys will come out and cause any trouble." The other guy who was making the deal was obviously calmer.

He still did not relax his vigilance and kept looking around with his peripheral vision to see if there were any other street heroes appearing around.

Once one appears, it will definitely disrupt their transactions.

It would be better to end the transaction early so that nothing happens.

Everyone can go home early and have a good sleep.

"What are you afraid of? There are no heroes left to take care of us now. They are probably all gone to pay tribute to that spider." The gangster who spoke first was obviously unscrupulous.

He even looked up and thought about looking directly above the alley.

"No way." The gangster was about to say something when a figure appeared in his sight.

That is, bat.

The shadow of a bat flashed by, and then all he saw was a specially reinforced combat boot.

Wayne jumped down from the air, and the black cloak behind him spread its wings like a bat, slowing down his speed the moment he jumped out.

But the cloak that followed followed Newton's laws, fluttering as Wayne descended at a high speed.

"Boom!"

The heavy kick from Wayne made the gangster fall into a deep sleep without feeling any pain.

The other gangster had no intention of pulling out his gun. The first thing he did was to turn around and run away.

Years of criminal experience have already taught today's gangsters a lesson: when facing these masked bastards.

Don't think about fighting them, and don't even think about saying anything to them.

All you can do is surrender or turn around and run.

If you are lucky, maybe you can escape from the masked monster.

"Where do you want to go?" A deep, devilish voice sounded in the ears of the gangster.

He bumped into Wayne head-on.

After the collision, Wayne did not retreat at all, but the gangster fell directly to the ground.

Looking up at Wayne, the gangster retreated using his hands and feet. He was a little confused. This guy was clearly behind him before, so how could he appear right in front of him now?

In this dark alley, he couldn't see the look in Wayne's eyes at all.

Wayne's eyes scanned the things in the hands of the gangster in front of him. I hated these guys who dealt in illegal things.

Wayne walked forward, getting closer and closer to the gangster.

The dark figure doubled the fear it brought to the gangsters.

Every time Wayne took a step forward, the gangster's fear grew.

The gangster couldn't accept this situation anymore, so he pulled out the pistol from his waist.

Unfortunately, the gangster's movements were too slow in Wayne's eyes.

Before the gangster could point the gun at him, Wayne had already shot a bat dart.

The sharp bat dart was not aimed at the gun in the gangster's hand, but at the gangster's wrist.

"Ahhh!!! My hand!!"

The gangster pinched his right wrist and screamed.

A batarang had pierced his forearm.

Wayne just watched it all indifferently: "The bat dart didn't hurt any important parts of your forearm, it just hurts a little."

Wayne didn't care about the gangster's howling at all, he just acted like he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

Perhaps it was because Wayne now possessed all the abilities of a certain Batman. When Wayne saw the gangster, he instinctively analyzed the parts of the gangster's body that could be subdued but not fatal.

In Wayne's eyes, the gangster was no different from a corpse that had been dissected layer by layer.

"You are a devil!"

The gangster roared at Wayne with tears and snot.

But Wayne didn't care at all.

He walked up to the gangster, lifted him up with one hand, and slammed him against the wall.

"Now, I ask and you answer." Wayne put his face close to the gangster, keeping the angry bat mask on. In the eyes of the gangster, it might be more terrifying than anything else.

"Ahhh, don't suck my blood."

The gangster's face was full of fear and he nodded repeatedly. Maybe he was afraid that Wayne in front of him would suck all the blood out of his body.

Before Wayne could say anything, a spider silk had already stuck to the gangster's body and pulled him directly to the center of the alley.

When a man who can lift a grown man with one hand and is dressed like a bat.

Who would believe more that a bat-like man is a good person?

At least this was a little too easy to recognize for another guy who had just come into this world.

Sometimes, superheroes aren't the only ones who wear masks.

Super villains also cover their faces to make themselves look more terrifying.

Wayne now fits Spider-Man's judgment of a super villain very well.

"That was a heavy blow, man." Spider-Man looked at the batarang that pierced the thug's forearm. "I know you're a big fan of Batman, but Batman wouldn't do something like this."

"I will never do evil in the alleys."

Looking carefully at this obviously down-and-out Spider-Man, Wayne really didn't want to think about Spider-Man's situation in the most difficult direction.

But who made him not even have a pair of shoes?

Even, there is a belly.

Perhaps he noticed that Wayne was looking at his belly, so Spider-Man waved his hand calmly: "It may be caused by some spatial fluctuation. I used to have a perfect figure."

Wayne slowly walked five meters in front of Spider-Man and spoke softly.

"You smell like pizza. Bacon and cheese."

"Hmm?" Wayne's words instantly made Spider-Man start to smell the smell on his body, but he didn't feel that there was any smell of pizza on him.

"Uh-huh, you're kidding me man." Spider-Man shook his finger to indicate that Wayne was joking.

"The guys around you , possessing illegal weapons, and even have lives on their hands." Wayne didn't dwell on what Spider-Man had for dinner.

He just shifted his gaze to the gangster over there who was completely afraid to move.

"Uh." Spider-Man also turned his attention to the gangster.

The gangster quickly nodded at the down-and-out Spider-Man, indicating that Wayne was right.

At least the gangsters know that when they can't escape the pursuit of the masked freaks, the best option is to find Spider-Man and have him take them to the police station.

That way, they can save their lives.

However, facing a guy like Wayne who had no idea of ​​his background, even one move could make his trading partner fall into a deep sleep.

He really didn't dare to bet whether Wayne would kill someone.

"It seems that I wronged you." Spider-Man turned around and wanted to apologize to Wayne.

The question is, where is Wayne?

"I hate this kind of thing."

After tying up the gangster with spider silk and stopping the bleeding at the place where he was shot by the bat dart, Spider-Man called the police using the gangster's cell phone.

Then he disappeared in front of the gangsters.

Due to the intrusion of a certain guy, Wayne now needs to find a target again to fill his pockets.

"The batarang should have been taken back." Wayne frowned when he thought of the batarang that he did not take back.

Now he doesn't have a bat cave as his logistics base, and every bat dart is a non-renewable resource.

Precious.

"I think you forgot something." A somewhat rhetorical voice sounded in Wayne's ears.

Spider-Man caught up.

He still had the bat dart that Wayne had used earlier in his hand.

(End of this chapter)

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