I'm At American Comics: I Have A Magic Simulator

"Are you sure?"

little Spider-Man expressed doubts.

After all, judging from Matt's tone, he doesn't seem very sure, on the contrary, he seems to be comforting himself.

Since Superpaw was genetically modified, all of Peter's senses have been magnified tenfold! He can clearly feel Matt's presence.

So he could clearly feel Matt's heartbeat speeding up. When he said these words, the pore on his body produced more sweat, his eyes looked to the right unconsciously, and his tone of voice was slightly hesitation, He clenched his fist subconsciously

These are exactly the same as when he cheated on Aunt May, Ben Uncle, Ned and MJ!

From the psychological point of view of micro-expressions, this is a manifestation of a person's insecurity.

in other words,………

The tight-knit guy in the red jacket sitting in front of me didn't even know if he had support.

"...I don't doubt you, but you should be clear that our primary goal is to save the child safely, and the secondary goal is to destroy the evil necromancer, right?" Peter said.

"exactly."

Matt took a deep look at little Spider-Man, he didn't expect him to have such a reliable view of things, compared with his previous irascibility, his attitude was very good.

"So where's our support?" little Spider-Man asked.

"Don't worry, support will definitely come, but first we have to make sure this is not their lair!" Matt rubbed his forehead, feeling a little headache.

He contacted Jessica while following the big truck, but the answer he got was that he should first detect the situation inside, including the distribution of personnel and the number of people.

That fucking lunatic.....

Obviously, he offended her last time, and then deliberately stalled for time, making the excuse that she would find a way to make him suffer this time.

Little Spider-Man suddenly had understanding and pity in his eyes, patted Matt on the shoulder, and sighed: "Mr. Nightmare, you are too unwelcome.

That can only be a nuisance......

Matt felt as if a knife had been inserted into his heart, and his temples throbbed, he said. "If you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb!"

After saying these words, Matt walked quickly towards the villa, looking at the hurried back, as if worried that he would be caught up.

"Wait for me, Mr. Daredevil!" - Saying that, Peter trotted ahead to keep up.

This villa is quite large, from the overgrown garden in the front yard, to the simple and dilapidated furniture in the hall, to the dry pool in the backyard, it can be seen that no one has lived in this house for many years.

Snakes and rats were everywhere, spiders covered the corners of the walls and dust piled up everywhere, forming a desolate atmosphere in the air.

"A?"

little Spider-Man looked around and found something wrong, wondering: "Strange, where did they go?"

"look here."

Matt pointed to the muddy footprints on the ground and said vaguely. The truth is hidden in the details, pay more attention at ordinary times, follow these footprints, and you will find it.

Peter opened his eyes wide and looked in the direction Matt pointed. Under the thin moonlight, he could barely see a line of muddy footprints on the ground.

The footprints on the ground were ugly, because it was night and the light in the villa was not good, so he didn't see it first.

Peter scratched his head, a little embarrassed. "Sorry, I didn't notice that before."

Matt ignored him and walked in the direction of the railroad tracks, stepping cautiously toward the backyard.

Peter stuck out his tongue, realizing he was asking for trouble, and followed Matt with his head down.

The two walked through the corridor to the back of the villa, and found a trail suddenly disappeared beside the dry pool.

"Wait...the path is gone, where did it go?" Peter stared wide-eyed at the long-dried pool, with a puzzled expression on his face.

Matt squatted down to study the footprints carefully, his eyes narrowed slightly as his eyes fell on the dry pool, and he muttered to himself. "They went down, this pool is used to cover the entrance!"

"Are you sure?"

Peter was skeptical.

Matt cast him a squinting look, didn't bother to explain why, got up and walked along the edge of the pool, looking for something that might be a mechanism.

But unfortunately, Matt walked around the pool three times, and even jumped into the pool to take a closer look, but he still couldn't find the mechanism to open the gate.

"Isn't this a wrong guess?"

"So where do you think they went?"

"Maybe it flew away?"

Matt's chest slapped and his neck wrinkled in anger, he ignored Peter and continued to search for the mechanism.

About 10 minutes passed.

Matt, who had been looking for the mechanism, suddenly frowned, as if sensing something, he turned and rushed to the shore, picked up Peter, pulled him aside, and hid him in a corner.

"What are you doing?" Peter was stunned, and Matt covered his mouth before he could finish.

Matt put his finger to his lips to signal Peter to be quiet, then pointed in the direction of the pool.

Peter seemed to understand, but nodded resignedly, indicating that he couldn't speak, and turned his attention back to the pool.

There was a rumbling sound.

There was a slight shaking from the ground, and only then did he see that the bottom of the dry pool suddenly split from the middle, and the floor opened to both sides, revealing a dark passage downward.

Brother me!

It turns out that there really is a secret passage under the pool!

Peter turned his head and looked at Matt with admiration in his eyes.

Matt frowned, didn't speak any more, and continued to stare at the dark passage.

model……

A man, one of the mercenaries tasked with escorting the child, emerged from the dark passage.

..."Shhhhh~~"

The man hummed some kind of song to himself, looked around to make sure there was no one around, then stepped aside, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath in his mouth, and then began to unbutton his trousers , to untie the rope of the weed.

"How to do?"

Worried that the man would find him, Peter kept his voice as low as a mosquito on purpose. If it weren't for Matt's better hearing, he wouldn't be able to understand what Peter was saying at all.

"Catch him, just in time to ask the underground people for information!" Matt said after thinking for a while.

"No problem, leave it to me!" As soon as he heard that there was no need to kill, Peter immediately volunteered.

(Norma OK) "Can you do it?" Matt doubted.

"Don't worry, I promise I can complete the task!" Before Matt could answer, Peter jumped out of the grass, with a slight twitch of his body, he rose into the air and pointed his wrist at the mercenary.

Woo woo, woo woo, woo woo ~ by.

There were only three thin and quiet sounds, and white cobwebs spewed from the device on the wrist.

The web stretched into the air, and before the hoarse mercenaries realized what had happened, they found themselves mummified by a pile of extremely viscous cobweb.

"save……………"

snapper!

As soon as the mercenary uttered a word, another web blow hit his mouth, followed by his nose!

"Oh shit! Perfect!"

Peter did a nice somersault, landed firmly on the ground, and shot Matt an exaggerated look, "How? I told you it would work!

"good."

Matt rubbed his forehead, feeling a little tired. .