The entire staff of the Bugle Daily was mobilized, and all departments took joint action and maneuvered. The heads of all major departments gathered together and kept in constant communication.
On this day, the efficiency of the Trumpet Daily was unprecedentedly high. They printed a new edition of the newspaper temporarily and promoted it widely regardless of cost, attracting a large number of pedestrians to buy it. Many netizens also came to visit and log in to the Trumpet official website to check the news.
Spider-Man's Shock! The Man Who Peed Three Feet in the Wind!
The title was so hot and direct that it immediately caught the attention of many people. People are curious; it's instinctive. They like to chase after something different to show that they are also different.
There are more people who are curious about novelty, and everyone is curious about novelty. The end result is that everyone becomes the same.
But Spider-Man was a real hit.
Let's take a look at the article written by old man James. He wrote enthusiastically: "Spider-Man has always been arrogant and has unscrupulously exercised rights beyond the law. He used his fists to commit crimes and used spider silk to snipe violence. He is stupid, arrogant and conceited, and he has done a mess of what the police should do.
It wasn't until he met the Mechanic—if I may call him that, this mysterious mutant who appeared during the crisis—that Spider-Man was completely shocked. In front of this man who peed three feet in the wind, he clearly realized for the first time how short and weak he was. In front of real adults, he was just a child who hadn't developed and would never develop...
Let us mourn for him deeply, because you cannot blame such a short boy. Please let us, with his unfathomable heart, forgive him... Ah, short boy..."
The text was accompanied by a picture of Spider-Man almost kneeling on the roof of the Empire State Building, which greatly enhanced the credibility of the news.
When Spider-Man spent a lot of time and was exhausted, he threw Downey into the parking lot as if he was driving away the plague, and ran away angrily, but was surprised to find that many people stopped to watch him.
More and more pedestrians noticed Spider-Man's wandering figure, stopped and looked up. Their gazes were so deep that Spider-Man's train of thought was difficult to understand.
That look is called pity.
But he was still very excited, his depression was swept away, and he was surrounded by a huge sense of glory. He was originally a high school student, unknown in his daily life, and was always bullied by school bullies, until he became Spider-Man, making many citizens pay attention to him.
In the future, more people will look at him and respect him! Spider-Man firmly believes this!
More and more pedestrians stopped and whispered to each other, giving detailed explanations to those who didn't understand the situation.
Finally, another young man spotted Spider-Man wandering back and forth between the tall buildings and showing off. He shouted excitedly, "It's Spider-Man! Ah, that short boy..."
ha?
The red figure moving quickly in the sky suddenly stiffened. Before its second hand could spray spider silk, the whole person fell straight down, causing people to exclaim in surprise.
With a bang, Spider-Man fell to the ground due to inertia, slid forward for a distance, knocked down a naked mannequin in a street clothing store, and hugged each other tightly.
"How pitiful! He looks like this after seeing the female dummy. What would he do in normal times? There must be no girlfriend willing to be with him... Ah, the short boy... How pitiful..." Passers-by whispered to each other.
Spider-Man struggled to his feet, his movements stiff and mechanical, his face turning from red to purple beneath his mask. His heart was trembling, and his spider-sense was giving him a frantic warning.
Something extraordinary and incomprehensible must have happened to him.
There's absolutely something wrong with this.
What went wrong?
Spider-Man was depressed and frustrated, and everything went wrong, almost driving him crazy. His depression drove him to buy a hot dog, which was his favorite food.
When he wandered to the old store he often visited,
The shop owner had already noticed him and shouted in surprise: "It's you! You're here! Ah, short boy..."
In his brain, the spider sense sounded the alarm, sharp and piercing, repeatedly warning him and making his hair stand on end. A huge crisis and conspiracy was approaching, and the danger this time was greater than the combined total of all the criminals he had fought against before!
Spider-Man turned and walked away.
"Oh, oh, oh, don't go! Ah, short boy, why are you always in such a hurry..." The owner chased out, sighing, with a freshly baked hot dog in his hand.
Spider-Man's eyes were red and he was hysterical. He had never received so much attention, nor had he ever felt so aggrieved and painful. Who could tell him what terrible incident had happened?
roar!
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. As he wandered around, Spider-Man looked up at the sky and let out a roar that shook the world and drew attention from all directions. This was his way of venting his anger.
People pointed and said, "See? He's the guy they were talking about in the news... Ah, the short boy..."
Roar, roar, roar!
Spider-Man roared more, one after another, in an endless stream.
Some elderly people had experienced a lot and had long seen through many things in the world. Listening to the roar in the air, they clearly heard the resentment and resentment in it. They shook their heads and sighed, "What a pitiful child, he is still so young... Ah, the short boy..."
In short, Spider-Man became completely famous, and the fire spread beyond New York, beyond the American continent, and to the whole world.
People in other places also gradually learned about this pitiful hero through certain channels, and they sighed: "Ah, the short boy..."
Spider-Man's eyes were filled with tears, and he looked up at the sky in silence. What happened? Who was hurting him?
The Daily Bugle was filled with excitement. Their newspaper capitalized on this opportunity to become a global sensation, dramatically boosting its reputation and breaking all records for sales and website page views. Faintly, the manic laughter of the big boss, James, could be heard. "Spider-Man, you scumbag, you just drank my footbath water..."
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The meeting with Spider-Man was just a chance encounter, purely a coincidence, even Donny himself was surprised.
He ran to the top of the Empire State Building in New York, of course not to do boring things like looking at the scenery, enjoying the breeze, or letting water flow, he had a purpose.
Ever since he buried his parents' coffins with his own hands and presented a bouquet of flowers in sorrow and tears, Downey declined S.H.I.E.L.D.'s invitation again and rode his motorcycle alone to the Empire State Building.
He certainly had a plan for coming here.
Some people hiding in the dark would foolishly think that since his brain was damaged and he had been downgraded to a Level 3 mutant, he would no longer be a huge threat and they could attack him without restraint.
Whether it is for personal use or for experimental dissection, you can uncover the secrets of advanced mutants at one stroke and do whatever you want. You just need to act boldly and you will succeed in one stroke.
But some idiots may have forgotten that level three mutants are not soft persimmons. A level three mutant like Wolverine can slaughter an army like killing pigs and dogs.
Donny was just waiting for the evil forces to come to him. His new understanding of the Fire's abilities gave him the confidence to take this step.
Even though he is only at level three now.
Donnie slowly walked into the underground parking lot where he had parked his motorcycle.
In the corner of the parking lot, there were some cars with people faintly visible inside. They were waiting for him.
Countless forces, both large and small, and interested people were watching silently using various means, but no one spoke and no one reminded.
Everyone understands that when Downey rejected S.H.I.E.L.D. and did not contact Professor X or Magneto in time, he had actually made a choice.
This is a real world. Once you make some choices, there is no chance to regret them. He fought bloody battles all the way and had to fight his way out even if there was no other way.
It was clear to many people, including Donny, that it had finally begun.
"It's finally begun. Let's see how strong you, a high-level mutant, are. Will you rise to prominence in a single battle or become merely experimental material for dissection?"
Countless people were watching silently, thinking about things and making plans.
People are following Downey through various channels to see what he will do.
Donnie stopped and looked at the people in the parking lot who stood up quietly and approached him quietly, and finally revealed a hideous smile.
"You bunch of bastards, do you really think that this is all I am capable of?"