I'm Spider-Man, the superhero of New York City.
I am a good neighbor to New Yorkers and a good role model for primary and secondary school students all over the world. I enjoy helping others, fighting thieves and robbers, and even more so helping old ladies cross the street. I have never been blackmailed.
Some time ago, I participated in an academic exchange group organized by my university to Pennsylvania. Then something big happened in New York, and the Daily Bugle went crazy, criticizing me, saying I was a coward and fled without a fight, even though I was innocent.
The boss of the Daily Bugle is a complete cheapskate. He withholds my wages and criticizes me, the Spider-Man, recognized as a good neighbor by New Yorkers.
I like standing on the Empire State Building and looking out at the entire city. This place is sparsely populated and the wind is cold. I think this is a place God has reserved for me to think about life.
A beautiful, pure and peaceful holy place.
Until I met that bastard, a mean, arrogant, and extremely rude guy who ruined everything, I had never seen such a shameless person.
He told me I was still too young.
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"It's so hot."
Spider-Man, clutching a freshly bought hot dog in one hand, quickly climbed to the top of the Empire State Building. He loved this place. Every time he traveled as Spider-Man, whether he was feeling excited, lost, or lost, he would come here, quietly gazing into the distance, and his heart would miraculously calm down. This was his sanctuary, a place few others visited, and he liked to preserve beautiful things in places that suited his mood.
For example, this hot dog.
The shop next to the Daily Bugle sells the most delicious hot dogs, and it's the place with the most affordable prices and the best service in New York.
"It's so hot!"
Spider-Man threw the hot dog from his left hand to his right hand and then back to his left hand, repeating his daily routine without getting tired of it.
Then he suddenly noticed another person on the other side of the building, and was startled. Apart from the regular visits or cleaning work organized by the school and staff, this was the first time he saw someone coming here alone.
He scratched his head and slowly moved over. He felt that he should go over and say hello, to share his experience of being lonely at the top and show his friendliness as a good citizen Spider-Man.
But what he saw made him collapse.
The man was seen standing on the edge of the platform at the top of the New York Building, proudly unbuttoning his belt and letting the water flow down.
The water column was firm and powerful, rushing forward with an indomitable momentum, drawing a beautiful arc and falling four hundred meters to the ground.
Spider-Man is crazy.
What holiness, what purity, what beauty, all of it is bullshit, at this moment they have all gone to see God.
If the world has a color, it must be gray.
Spider-Man was so furious that he almost lost his mind with anger. He even thought about kicking the man down to save the reputation of this pure land.
"You you you...how dare you!" Spider-Man was so angry that he couldn't speak clearly.
Donnie turned his head indifferently and saw a transvestite in a red tight-fitting suit. He immediately understood who this person was.
His tense body gradually relaxed. He thought he had lurked out the lurkers in the dark, who were going to take advantage of him when he was off guard and harm him.
"This is the Empire State Building, the famous Empire State Building in New York, the world-famous symbol of New York City! How dare you..." Spider-Man pointed at him tremblingly, this was the despair of a shattered dream.
"I know this is the Empire State Building."
Donnie looked the transvestite up and down with a blank expression, focusing on Spider-Man's thin figure. Finally, as if he suddenly understood something, he smiled proudly and showed a look of disdain: "What are you looking at? Haven't you seen a dick as big as mine?"
Spider-Man is dazed, almost crazy, mentally disturbed, and his worldview has collapsed.
"You, you, you... you are so shameless! No one taught you not to be like this..."
"Peeing and defecating anywhere?" Donnie said.
"Who said you can't go to the bathroom in the Empire State Building?"
"But no one has ever done this before. No one has ever been so shameless..."
Tang Ni said contemptuously: "Because they are not as big as mine, they dare not show it to others."
Spider-Man's body swayed, and he almost fainted. It was a blow that shattered the myth. He couldn't believe that his holy place had been desecrated like this, and most importantly, the desecrators acted as if it was a matter of course and felt at ease.
The water, carried by the wind, drifted to the ground, surprising some passersby. Some looked up at the sky and cursed, asking why it was raining when the forecast had said it would be sunny today.
"It's all Ross's fault." Pedestrians cursed and rushed home to get umbrellas.
At this time, Ross was huddled in the prison cell, trembling.
Donnie straightened his clothes and squinted his eyes to look into the distance. It is said that if you stand on the top of the Empire State Building in New York, you can see the other five states.
As a symbol of New York City, along with the Statue of Liberty, the Empire State Building stands high above, overlooking the entire city and overlooking all the other mountains. Its vigorous and majestic design is truly outstanding, making people feel relaxed and happy, and feel that the world is in their hands.
Spider-Man had calmed down and realized that the man in front of him was unusual.
How did he get up there? The door to the rooftop was clearly locked, and you could tell just by looking back.
"Brother, how did you get up here? It's so high here, but you're so short... I mean, compared to this building, you're too short, just a dwarf... Even though you're over 1.8 meters tall, you're still a dwarf..." Spider-Man jumped over and asked curiously.
"Then how did you get up here?"
"I climbed up."
"What a coincidence! I climbed up here too."
Donnie told him earnestly that the building was very tall and that he could take the elevator to the upper floors because he had a high-level access card. Then he went outside through a ventilation vent and climbed up along the wall.
Spider-Man's response was "nonsense". Could it be that the Empire State Building is owned by your family? And tell me how you climbed up the wall. It's not possible that you were bitten by a spider and can climb walls, right?
He's talking nonsense all the time. He's definitely not a good person.
"It's not that I don't believe you, it's just too unbelievable. If your ability to tell lies is half as thick as your face, it's enough to sweep the world... Okay, I just don't believe you..." Spider-Man chattered incessantly, questioning Donny a lot, hoping to get an explanation, otherwise he would knock him down and send him to see the police.
"Can you still go down?" Donnie asked suddenly.
Spider-Man was a little confused and answered subconsciously: "Of course, it's easy. I can climb up, so of course I can jump down. By the way, you haven't told me the truth yet. You are so rude."
"Then carry me down, I'm tired." Donny waved his hand majestically, his tiger body shook, and he exuded domineering aura.
Spider-Man groaned, completely unable to complain. He didn't even have the strength to hit anyone. How could there be such a shameless person in the world?
Not far from the Empire State Building, a small drone was flying majestically, taking in everything.
Tony discovered it early on. He initially thought that it was a detector released by some organization or institution to test his strength and collect intelligence in an attempt to capture or kill him in one fell swoop.
But he found that he was wrong. The drone was chasing Spider-Man. Wherever Spider-Man went, the drone flew there. It was extremely arrogant and didn't bother to hide it.
In the distance, at the headquarters of the Daily Bugle, the newspaper's owner, James, looked at the video with shining eyes, and was extremely excited, laughing wildly.
Although the video was silent, he had already automatically imagined the entire conversation in his mind, which is the most basic quality of a media person.
Spider-Man, you scumbag! I finally caught you with something big!
"Parker! Parker! Peter Parker! I have something important for you to do... Where are the people? Did that bastard skip work again? I'm going to deduct his salary!" James yelled.
As a series of orders were quickly issued, the decisive and hot-tempered boss James called a large number of people over, issued orders, and rarely wrote the manuscript himself, for which he had already prepared the topic.
Spider-Man's Shock! The Man Who Peed Three Feet in the Wind!