Chapter 7 The Leaving Spider (Please collect)

"Are you going to stay here or leave together?"

Wayne didn't pay any attention to the raging fire in the building behind him.

He was quite aware of the power of the incendiary bombs he threw.

As long as the contraband factory down there is like that guy said, there will be no one left.

Then this fire is destined to not cause any deaths.

All that was destroyed was the contraband underneath.

"To be honest, I'm not sure, where are we going next?" Spider-Man said to Wayne quite calmly.

"Find a suitable place to determine our current identity." When Wayne spoke, he had already started taking action.

"OK, you are the boss now, I listen to you." Spider-Man did not want to continue to waste his brain cells in this aspect.

Today’s work intensity has indeed reached my own standards.

"Wait a minute, you mean giving false testimony?" But after leaving with Bat, Spider-Man figured out what Wayne meant.

What does it mean to settle your current identity?

Wouldn't that be giving false testimony?

"That's a crime, man." Spider-Man suddenly jumped in front of the bat.

He spoke to Wayne seriously.

Wayne squinted his eyes and looked at Spider-Man in front of him: "We have always been criminals, haven't we?"

"How is it possible? With this power, shouldn't we shoulder our responsibilities? And stopping those guys from continuing to commit crimes is our mission, isn't it?"

Spider-Man was extremely excited, and he objected to what the bat meant.

He only knew that if he knew what "with great power comes great responsibility" after possessing this power, he would not be able to lose his Uncle Ben.

"Are you a police officer?"

Wayne spoke coldly.

Spider-Man shook his head: "No, it's not."

"Are you a law enforcer?"

"no."

"Then what do you think you are doing?" Wayne didn't want to say anything else.

Disappeared in front of Spider-Man again.

Spider-Man wants to stop Wayne who is leaving, but now he needs to think carefully about what Wayne said before.

What Bat said really shocked Spider-Man's mentality.

He needs some peace and quiet now.

It's best not to follow the bat for a short period of time.

At least after I have sorted out all the words that can refute the bat, I can find this stinky bat and talk about it properly.

Shooting out the spider web again, Spider-Man now needs to find a place to relax.

But he didn't see that as soon as he left there, Wayne had already appeared in the fire escape downstairs.

Calmly watching Spider-Man leave.

"What you just said was a big blow to that gossip."

Thomas's words came to Wayne's mind.

"Aren't we always criminals?" Wayne didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said.

"Besides, if such words can attack a mature Spider-Man, then he doesn't deserve to be called Spider-Man."

When Wayne said this, he highlighted a ruthlessness.

"By the way, what is Spider-Man? You seem to be somewhat familiar with this world, but not much."

Thomas had thought about asking Wayne what he had been through.

He is obviously dressed as Batman, but he has an understanding of a world that he has never seen before.

"You can think of this as a replica of the heroic universe." Wayne jumped from the fire escape. When Wayne was about to fall to the ground, the cape behind him suddenly unfolded, slowing down his fall.

From Wayne's words, Thomas didn't think his world was a so-called heroic universe.

He only felt that his world was a paradise for crazy people with super powers. The Amazons and Atlantis were at war and flooded half of Europe.

A biochemical cyborg spends his days thinking about recruiting himself into a so-called resistance army.

None of this made Thomas feel that there was anyone above him who was a hero.

Even he himself is not.

It's just like Wayne said.

They are all criminals, he is even a murderer.

"In the eyes of some people in this universe, your approach may be quite consistent with their ideas." Thomas did not say anything, but Wayne spoke.

"Yeah?"

"It's just that that guy is more extreme." Wayne walked towards the vehicle in front of him.

Fortunately, Wayne did find a set of casual clothes there that allowed him to take off his own battle clothes.

As an apology for taking the man's clothes, Wayne put down a wad of U.S. dollars.

Taking off his mask, Wayne used the rearview mirror of the vehicle to clearly see his appearance in this world.

To be honest, at this moment, Wayne may have understood why the Joker in the comics has such a high opinion of the appearance of the bat.

Even in the mouth of a madman, it can be judged as perfect.

With his finely carved and chiseled perfect appearance, perhaps in a woman's aesthetics, the current Wayne can definitely be called sexy.

Especially those pair of melancholy blue eyes.

No matter who looked into those eyes, they could not easily look away.

"Nice face." Wayne complimented his face and then started to change his clothes.

The only fly in the ointment is that the original owner of this suit may have been a fat man who ate too many hamburgers.

Even in Wayne's figure, which is like a marble sculpture, he is still a little too fat.

However, it is perfect as a transition.

Wayne even found a travel backpack in his car, which at least allowed him to replace the baggage he was currently carrying.

Wearing a baseball cap, a hoodie, and a backpack full of dollar bills.

Wayne left here.

A man walking down the street with ill-fitting clothes doesn't make anyone think there's anything wrong.

There are so many homeless people in New York that it’s hard to see them.

He reached out and gestured to the taxi that was still working outside.

A yellow taxi had already stopped in front of Wayne.

"New York University." Wayne got into the taxi and spoke first without waiting for the driver to say anything.

"No problem." The driver started the taxi without saying any nonsense.

"But let's say it first, if you don't have money, I will beat you up." The driver glanced at Wayne who was sitting in the back seat while driving.

The extremely ill-fitting set of clothes, although there was no strange smell, still made the driver directly plan it for a homeless party.

But Wayne just picked up the newspaper from the back of the taxi and began to have a comprehensive understanding of the world.

For him, only by understanding most of the conditions in this world can he create an identity that best suits this world.

"OK, it looks like you are a dull gourd."

Seeing that Wayne had no intention of talking to him, the taxi driver could only put the rest of his words back in his stomach.

He had some hope that Wayne would really have no way to pay the fare after arriving at the station.

That way he could at least give this stinky guy a good beating to vent his anger.

There was nothing to say all the way. When we finally arrived at New York University, when the driver was about to turn around and ask Wayne to pay, there was no sign of Wayne in the back seat.

All that was left was a hundred dollar bill and a gentle breeze.

"Oh, my god~" The driver looked at all this blankly.
Chapter completed!