The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 667 New Spider-Woman

“Dou Dou Dou!”

The hurried sound of high heels echoed in the narrow alley. Maybe because of the echo, Betty always felt that her steps became more hurried as she got tired.

"sand!"

There was a discordant sound, and Betty was sure it wasn't coming from her high heels. She subconsciously turned around and saw a few dark shadows hanging not far from her.

Betty's heart tightened and she quickened her pace again. The path she used to walk on seemed to have become longer than ever before.

The shadows behind them also noticed that Betty had discovered them, and they quickened their pace. For a moment, the footsteps in the alley became chaotic.

Betty was breathing heavily. Her high heels made it difficult for her to run, but fortunately the alley was not as long as she had thought. She would reach the exit in two or three more steps.

However, what made her despair was that when she was about to rush to the alley, several dark shadows turned in from outside the alley. Betty looked back in panic and found that the people behind her also slowed down their pace, and it was obvious that they were no longer in a hurry.

Why did those people who obviously had bad intentions suddenly become less anxious? Betty could only think of two answers.

First, the few people who suddenly appeared at the entrance of the alley were passers-by, and the people behind them did not dare to act rashly after seeing the passers-by.

Second, the people who appeared at the alley entrance were accomplices of the people behind them. The two groups formed a situation of sandwiching them from both sides. Naturally, they didn’t have to worry about Betty being unable to escape.

Although Betty hoped it was the former, judging from the expressions of the people in front, the answer should be the latter.

At this time, Betty calmed down. She changed her stance to get as close to the wall as possible, then quietly moved her small bag behind her, blocking the view of two groups of people, and then quietly put her hand inside.

"Who are you?" Betty swallowed, trying to keep her voice calm. "What do you want to do?"

Neither group answered her question. It was unclear whether they were afraid of leaving any evidence or didn't want to waste time.

It seemed that this group of people had planned it in advance and it was not a spur-of-the-moment act. Betty felt like she had fallen into a bottomless abyss when she saw this, but she was not a weak woman who would sit and wait for death. Even if she was injured, she would still bite off some pieces of flesh.

When the two waves of shadows came close enough, Betty immediately pulled her hand out of her bag, and now she had a small spray bottle in her hand.

"go to hell!"

Betty pressed the spray button, and a red mist spurted out from the nozzle. It was so powerful that it sprayed about an arm's length away and went straight into the eyes of the two leaders of the group.

"what!"

Two screams were heard, and Betty threw the pepper spray that had been sprayed away behind her. Then she hit the person in front of her on the head with her small bag, and then she took off her high heels and ran towards the alley.

But she was a woman who had not received much exercise. The small bag was not very heavy because it could not hold much stuff. In addition, she was not strong enough to pose any threat to a strong man.

Before the bag hit the ground, the man reached out and grabbed Betty who was trying to escape. Then more people rushed over, and Betty was about to shout for help when her mouth was covered.

Betty wanted to open her mouth to let go, but she found that the person covering her was wearing gloves. It was indeed someone who had planned it in advance and was fully prepared.

After some biting, the owner of the hand was fine, but her cheeks and teeth began to ache. "Ouch!" Betty was desperate. Her limbs were firmly restrained, and there was no possibility of escape. Could she still hope for a hero to come and save her?
"boom!"

After a muffled sound, Betty felt that the weight pressing on her was lessened, followed by more strange noises, and then she felt that the people surrounding her had disappeared.

"You may open your eyes ma'am."

The deliberately low voice and the sticky bubbling sound could not block the original crispness of the voice. It sounded like a little girl who was pretending to be serious.

Betty opened her eyes and all the gangsters disappeared. She only saw a petite figure standing in front of her. The black tights set off the owner's lovely figure. Even the white spider web lines printed on it could not add a bit of sexiness. The upper and lower body were separated by a peculiar belt.

Under the black hood was an equally black face. If it weren't for the white eyepieces, Betty wouldn't even be able to tell whether the other person was facing her from the front or the back.

"You...what are you?" Betty asked tremblingly. Even she didn't expect that this voice could come from her.

"You can call me Spider-Woman. Of course, this is just a temporary code name. I haven't thought of a real name yet."

Spider-Woman had one hand on her hips, and her movements were quite lively. Based on this alone, Betty could guess that she was a little girl.

"Anyway, I just debuted today, and you're my first client. How about I sign your autograph? Maybe it'll increase in value in the future?"

Betty couldn't help but feel a little funny when she saw the little girl trying her best to hide her excitement. She tidied up her messy clothes and said.

"Shouldn't superheroes hide their identities? If you sign for me, aren't you afraid that your handwriting will reveal you? Especially during this period of time."

Betty smoothed her shoulder-length hair and leaned against the wall. "I remember you weren't on the published list of registered parahumans. Or rather, if you were registered, there wouldn't be any need for a mask."

Spider-Woman's body stiffened, and even her eyepieces widened a bit. She said in a shocked tone, "You're not going to tell on me, are you? Is this how you treat your savior?"

"I wouldn't do something so tasteless, but I have to say, little girl, you're full of flaws." Betty picked up the bag on the ground, took out cigarettes and a lighter from it, and lit one before continuing.

"The belt you're wearing is a product of Parker Industries. Its feature is that it can be attached to many pre-configured gadgets. Unfortunately, I'm one of the directors of Parker Industries."

Betty took a puff of her cigarette, spit it out, and continued, "Although I'm not the director of the invention team, I've heard a little bit about these things that can make money. Based on this alone, I can actually guess your identity."

Betty leaned over, looked at Spider-Woman with a playful look, took her hand, and gently wrote a name on Spider-Woman's palm with her fingers.

"Cindy."

Spider-Woman seemed to have had all her strength drained away. She was silent for a moment before she spoke reluctantly in a muffled voice.

"You're just like me, Sister Betty. I think I know why so many people are afraid of you."

"How can Parker Industries continue to improve if we don't improve ourselves?"

Betty held a cigarette in her mouth and showed a charming smile, which combined with her tattered clothes gave her a unique beauty.

(End of this chapter)