MM Racing Chapter 8 School Dismissal Time
Chapter 8 School Dismissal Time
Chapter 8 School Dismissal Time
Spider-Man, fully dressed in his suit, clung to the glass facade of a skyscraper with one hand, his feet firmly planted on the vertical wall. He looked down at New York at four in the afternoon—the sun still blazed high, and the city bustled with traffic in late August. The ruins had been cleared clean, leaving no trace of the battle between the Avengers and the Chitauri army, as if the Battle of New York had never happened.
That was also the first time Spider-Man in this universe officially donned his suit and went into battle. Spider-Man traversed back and forth in alien-infested New York to save people, but no one saw it.
"A wonderful first day of school," Spider-Man muttered to himself as he floated around, "I made some new friends—well, I guess—found a club to join, and—"
"Many people are probably already aware of the bank robbery that happened in Queens this morning. A group of robbers equipped with high-tech weapons not only damaged the bank's structural integrity but also nearly blew up the vault! Fortunately, the Avengers arrived in time to prevent an even greater disaster."
Jonah Jameson's furious expression, reminiscent of All-Star, suddenly filled the giant screen of the Daily Bugle building. Waving a newspaper, he roared, "—But that's not the point! The point is, multiple witnesses have confirmed that that pest Spider-Man from the streets of New York was also present! Without a doubt, this is yet another crime orchestrated by Spider-Man and his masked accomplices!"
"I can't believe I actually considered finding out about the Daily Bugle's website maintenance job as part of a great day..." Spider-Man rolled his eyes as he swung across the screen. "Maybe I should leave some 'surprises' in the code, like, 'Hey Jonah, your hairline has receded another centimeter' or something."
Peter swung past Jonah Jameson's large face, one hand on a web, the other scrolling through his phone. He wasn't just after the money—although upgrading his suit did require funds—but more importantly, Peter was developing a program that could monitor keywords on social media platforms like Facebook, Twitter, and YouTube in real time, such as fire, robbery, or murder, to help him quickly identify emergencies across New York City so Spider-Man could arrive at the scene promptly.
And with this job, he could legitimately spend long hours in front of the computer without worrying about Aunt May or Gwen's nagging.
By the way, the $900 monthly payout is enough to make three new suits or upgrade existing equipment, giving you a little surprise for those thugs you're dealing with.
"Hey! Spider-Man! Over here!"
Spider-Man, who was scrolling through his phone, glanced to the side, quickly put his phone away, and swung over. The person calling him was a child who looked to be only four or five years old. Spider-Man landed beside him, squatted down, and spoke to him at eye level.
"Hey, young man, what's wrong?"
My bicycle fell off the road, can you help me find it?
Next to it was an open section of the New York subway, where a child's training wheel bicycle lay on the tracks. If left unattended, it would be crushed by the subway within minutes.
So the little boy watched Spider-Man leap over a concrete barrier that was taller than him, and a moment later, he jumped up with his bicycle and placed it on the ground: "Okay, kid, remember not to play in places like this... But how did you manage to fall down there? That barrier is taller than the bike!"
"Someone threw it down," the child answered honestly. "He said he would get it back for me."
Spider-Man frowned beneath his mask: "Who would do something like this? Do you even remember what he looks like?"
"Dark-skinned, with many small braids in her hair, carrying a bag..."
The description was vague and unspecific, but the child obviously couldn't provide any more information, so he could only give a few safety instructions before leaving, but he kept this strange episode in mind.
"Even Calkin wouldn't do something so tasteless. Wait, Calkin wouldn't? I'm not so sure. But he's not black, after all. Oh! Feed? Uncle Ben?"
The sudden phone call interrupted his thoughts. Peter, crouching on the building's exterior wall, glanced at the caller ID and answered, "What's up, Uncle Ben?"
"Peter, can you...?"
The piercing sirens in the background made Benjamin Parker pause. "Could you... bring May a cake? From that Medeno bakery we always go to. If you're busy, I can drive there now—"
"No problem, it's on my way!" Peter answered quickly. "I'm going that way anyway, just mention Aunt May's name, right?"
After hanging up the phone, he let out a soft chuckle, the tone of which seemed to mock no one. "Hoping New York will be safe and sound is wishful thinking. Well, it's time for our friendly neighbor, Spider-Man, to make his appearance!"
A red figure leaped from the sky, chasing after a police car speeding in the distance.
"The suspect is fleeing south along Third Avenue and has now turned onto 95th Street! Repeat, the target has turned onto 95th Street!"
Sergeant George Stacy led her team to set up a roadblock at the intersection of Second Avenue and 95th Street. What seemed like an overreaction was quickly explained—a familiar blue beam of energy shot out from the window of a red sedan, instantly blowing the police car over.
"The suspect has high-tech heavy firepower! Open fire and return fire!" Sheriff Stacy decisively ordered.
Police returned fire with handguns as many shots as possible. The car seemed to sway slightly, but a suddenly appearing blue energy shield blocked all the bullets. Then, a second police car was launched into the air by the energy beam, and the police instinctively dodged the explosions and sought cover.
"Aha!" A masked robber leaned out of the car window, holding a gun that looked like it had technology beyond normal levels, and excitedly fired at the police car. After blowing up two police cars in succession and basically clearing the road, he saw the middle-aged policeman who had given the order, and immediately aimed and fired. He believed that he didn't need to aim much; the power of this gun was enough to send the man to meet his maker.
A blue beam of light shot out and hit the police car that Sheriff Stacy had used to cover her. As thick smoke rose, the robber let out a hearty laugh, until he heard a strange voice.
"What's so funny, buddy?"
In a split second, Spider-Man used his webs to throw Sheriff Stacy to safety, then pierced through the thick smoke, weaving a giant web across the street. A speeding car crashed into it, its tires spinning futilely in the sticky web, the entire vehicle stuck to it.
With a muffled thud, Spider-Man landed on the roof of the car.
"Free convertible service!" Peter punched through the roof, then pulled the entire roof out, holding it up to reveal three panicked robbers and bulging jewelry bags. "Oh, looks like the guests aren't very satisfied? Remember to give a five-star review."
"Shoot him!"
Spider-Man dodged the energy gun's shot with a backflip, attempting to block the muzzle with his web, but to no avail—the blue beam pierced through the web, which he sidestepped. He then shot a web from his right wrist, hooking it onto the passenger side door. As the web ripped the door off, the armed robber, who was about to open it, stumbled out, his weapon snatched away.
Peter picked up the high-tech weapon he had never seen before and examined it closely. He noticed several components with different attributes, which were the Chitauri technologies he had seen a lot of in the past few months.
"Wait, this energy source... is it a rifle modified with Chitauri technology? Someone cracked it in just a few months?"
The robber in the back seat hadn't gotten out yet, but the gunman in the passenger seat and the driver had. The driver was a burly man with a pair of power gauntlets emitting blue light, while the passenger, after having his gun taken away, picked up an energy shield embedded in his arm.
"You know what, you guys are pretty indistinguishable. I took down a guy this morning who named himself 'Thriller' after his weapon. You guys should get some catchy nicknames too." Spider-Man strolled backwards, dodging punches, and couldn't help but tease, "How about 'Boxer'? And the one behind you is 'Shield Man'? Oh, now we should call you 'Bangerhorn'!"
"Shut up!"
Why do people always tell me to shut up?!
As the energy-shielded robber, enveloped in blue light, charged forward, Peter easily dodged him with a somersault and returned to the boxer's face, focusing intently on dodging: "Left hook, right hook... nice straight punch! Finished?"
The boxer stared at his gloves in disbelief, seemingly puzzled as to why, despite his boxing skills and the power gloves, he hadn't landed a single hit.
The little spider nodded in understanding.
"Then it's my turn."
"ah--!"
With a standard William scream, the boxer was sent flying by a single punch, stuck to the spiderweb blocking the road, unable to move. The shield-wielding robber turned around and saw this, but even more so, he saw the guy in the back seat carrying a rocket launcher, aiming it at Spider-Man—and himself, who was in the same straight line.
"No, no, no, no, no!"
"Open your shield!"
The charging gun pressed the shield twice, but the energy shield seemed to have run out of energy. After flashing twice, it stopped working. Unfortunately, the rocket launcher had already been fired by then, so he could only scream in despair.
"There's no power!"
Peter turned around and looked at it again, making sure that the rocket would hit his teammate no matter what, before choosing the simplest and most straightforward way to solve the problem.
"This incident teaches us to remember to bring a power bank when we go out, kids."
Peter wrapped the rocket in spider silk, flung it high into the air, and then launched the web to detonate it mid-air. The explosion illuminated everyone present, leaving the guy with the rocket launcher speechless.
And Spider-Man's relaxed shrug.
"Guys, want to continue?"
(End of this chapter)