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

For example, what Wayne feels on his face now is a playful emotion.

Maybe it's because his eyes, which look huge on the mask, allow people to feel the feelings coming from the spider more clearly.

Compared with the richness of Spider-Man's 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 has a smile on his lips, it will only make the person facing Wayne feel a little ironic.

Likewise, few people can see Batman's smiling face.

Most of what they could see came from Batman's disapproving gaze.

That's all.

Wayne didn't say anything. He calmly took his batarang back from Spider-Man's hand.

"Hey, can't you say thank you?" Wayne's calm behavior obviously made the Spider-Man uncomfortable.

Even if he helps an old lady, he can still get a thank you.

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

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 automatically dissolve in a short time." A device like a bracelet suddenly appeared in Wayne's hand.

Wayne himself was actually a little surprised. This ability to take other people's things without anyone noticing was really hard to guard against.

With this skill, anyone in Gotham might be able to develop a peerless thief.

"What?" Spider-Man himself was stunned. He probably never thought that one day he would have his web launcher taken away quietly.

"How did you do that?" After Spider-Man reacted, he said to Wayne with some excitement.

He has never seen this kind of thing develop.

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

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

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

Even if time is a butcher's knife and he hasn't exercised seriously, at least Spider-Man can be sure that he has never been distracted.

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

He needs something.

"Hey, why can't you just talk to people?" Spider-Man noticed that Wayne was showing signs of leaving, and Spider-Man quickly ran towards Wayne.

"The Spider-Man in this world has just died, and your Spider-Man with a belly has already appeared." Wayne didn't even mean to turn around, he just walked forward.

"I can tell that you are involved in something quite troublesome."

"I don't intend to get involved."

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

He had never seen a guy who basically didn't show any emotional ups and downs when talking like this.

"But haven't you already been involved in this matter?" Spider-Man is still following Wayne, with no intention of leaving Wayne.

Wayne didn't speak. He just stood on the rooftop of this relatively high-rise building and carefully looked at what was happening around him.

Obviously, I was able to complete my plan immediately, but I was interrupted by an uninvited guest.

That guy has been following him all the time.

"Hey, I knew you were a die-hard Batman fan. What, are you looking for the next criminal?" Spider-Man is indeed a talker, and he has been constantly harassing Wayne by his side.

There are words in the mouth.

"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 be as smooth-talking as Spider-Man.

Talking without stopping.

No need to even drink saliva.

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

Spider-Man is good in every aspect, except for that mouth.

"You keep not talking to me like this, which always makes me feel like you are talking about a one-man show. How about you give me a response?" Spider-Man suddenly swung his own web and came to Wayne.

Wayne reached out and pushed Spider-Man away and continued his actions.

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

Bats without money may not even be able to make batarangs.

"You really broke my heart, man. And I think it would be better for you to be a Spider-Man fan, man, what do you think?" Spider-Man never knew what giving up was.

He definitely has his own confidence.

Everyone's favorite Spider-Man can't be compared to the gloomy Bat.

"Are you talking about a Spider-Man who is in mid-life crisis, has a belly, a spider suit and no shoes?" Wayne looked up and down at the man in front of him.

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

"This is all a small problem." Looking up again, there was no trace of Wayne in front of him.

The only one there was a figure who had swung to another building with a hook gun.

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

Wayne has found his target, so he definitely won't care about a Spider-Man talking to himself.

All he wants to do now is make money.

Just give yourself an identity.

Even if he doesn't know how long he will stay in this world, it is naturally best to have a fairly legal identity.

It allows Wayne to get rid of the interruptions from P.D.N.Y.

As for having money, the purpose is very simple. Some things always have to be done with money.

Such as equipment.

Maybe it's because Spider-Man has been confirmed to be dead, and now everyone, big and small, has come out to cause trouble.

The whole of New York has once again become like the state it was before Spider-Man appeared, with a bunch of demons dancing around.

The chaotic city, the dark corners, and the current New York were only familiar to Thomas in Wayne's mind.

A city in this state is the state he once had in Gotham.

All order is nothing in the eyes of those guys.

Except, bats make everything.

Like the previous contraband trading session, Wayne's target was still the member who was obviously selling contraband to surrounding people.

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

What's more, Wayne doesn't plan to just get it from those individuals, he also has to deal with the base of contraband.

"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 directly to get the bag of powder.

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

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" The black guy stretched out a finger and shook it, "Sometimes, money may not be able to buy goods, you still need a little effort."

"Sir, I, what can I do?" The man now no longer knew what he was talking about. He just wanted to get the goods in the black guy's hands.

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

"No, no problem."

The man doesn't care what the black guy says, he just wants the packet of powder now.

He reached out towards the black guy.

The black guy also nodded with satisfaction: "I recorded what you said, don't forget it."

"Forgot something?" A cold voice sounded behind the black guy.

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

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

The entire abdomen has been knitted together.

Wayne looked indifferently at the man who was lying on the ground looking for the bag of powder that the black guy had taken away.

Wayne would never feel sorry for this kind of person.
To be continued...