Miss Serena's daily rent collection in American comics

Chapter 297: What did the time traveler without a system backpack see in her eyes?

"Forget it, I'll just throw in a comic book. I'll go in if it's front side facing up, and I'll go in if it's back side facing up."

Gwen, speaking strange words, threw the comic aside. After making sure that it was spread out on both sides and stuck to the ground, she nodded with satisfaction, put the comic into her backpack, opened the secret door in front of her, and walked in with big strides...

“My goodness, isn’t this the Red Devil from the comics? If I remember correctly, that thing should be the product of Norman Osborn being possessed by Carnage. How come it has become... a battle suit here?”

As if someone had entered, the small room behind the secret door was automatically powered on, and all the equipment inside started to operate. Countless machines, familiar or unfamiliar, surrounded the huge petri dish, and the thing soaked in some kind of light green nutrient solution was exactly the "Red Devil" suit that Gwen mentioned!

"I always feel like something is wrong, but I can't tell what it is..."

Gwen, who was familiar with finding the computer from the pile of equipment, immediately began to check the information in the hard drive, and the experimental report that Norman Osborn had to record word for word as if he had obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"After my unremitting efforts, the difficulties in symbiote research have finally been overcome... I have successfully eliminated the symbiote codenamed 'Carnage'. Its cognitive abilities have completely turned it into a tool for my use. By then, I will wear a brand new symbiote suit and give that damn little bug a fatal surprise from me, Norman Osborn..."

Gwen read the last few paragraphs of the report that was hundreds of pages long with a subtle expression. She looked at the battle suit that had been soaking in the petri dish for who knows how long, and then looked at herself, who was only wearing a hoodie, jeans and sneakers.

A bold idea gradually began to appear in her mind...

"In order to maximize the power of the symbiote suit, Norman Osborn allowed the unconscious Carnage to absorb the genes of many superheroes and villains in advance. However, before he could put on the suit after completing the test, the Ogre virus broke out in the city, and he became one of the infected without any prior preparation."

Gwen, who had already taken off all her clothes and was standing in the fitting area according to the test report, looked at the Red Devil suit that was fished out of the petri dish by the robotic arm, and she felt a little excited to try it out.

Six mechanical arms unfolded the symbiote suit completely and moved it in front of Gwen. Without hesitation, she stepped deep into the opening on the back of the suit.

"Oh, this weird feeling..."

The slimy touch, like that of some invertebrate creature, made Gwen, who hated slugs, shudder. But when she tried to stretch her legs out of the battle suit, she found that countless scarlet tentacles had already penetrated into her skin, sticking the battle suit to her body, as if the two had already merged into one.

Gwen knew that she had no chance of regret, so she simply pressed her leg to the bottom, and then, holding on to the mechanical arm beside her, she pushed her other leg in.

The symbiote, sensing the arrival of its host, suddenly came to life. Before Gwen could raise her hand, it had already broken free from the surrounding mechanical arms and controlled the battle suit to stick to her body.

In response, Gwen did not resist, but just let the symbiote wrap herself up.

Gwen had witnessed the power of Carnage in the few days since she traveled through time. Even if the Carnage here is not the one in her universe, it would not be much different. After all, from the setting alone, there is almost no difference between them. It's just that Norman here is stronger and captured Carnage and made him into a symbiote suit. The characteristic of the symbiote is that the more hosts it possesses, the stronger it will become. The genes and superpowers of those hosts of past generations are the basis of its power. What's more, it will take all these things with it and give them to its next host.

"Okay, I admit that I was greedy before..."

As the crack on her back completely closed, Gwen's entire body was covered in red scales, and even her graceful figure was hidden under her muscles. She suddenly opened her fiery demon eyes. A burning breath emanated from the corners of her ferocious mouth, igniting the air and turning it into balls of orange-yellow flames.

"But right now...I feel really good."

Gwen walked to the mirror and kept looking at her new devilish appearance. Her long platinum hair had turned black with some orange-red highlights. Her pointed ears and slightly ferocious face made her look extremely aggressive even if she just wanted to smile. It seemed that because she was a woman, her body had gained a lot of muscles and looked angular, but still looked a little slender. Her C-cup breasts had been replaced by a hard chest, and her eight-pack abs extended downward, but her hips were flat.

To be honest, if someone wants to tell her gender from her figure, it is definitely not as easy as imagined...

"Fuck! How many people's genes and abilities did Norman copy?"

Gwen, who originally wanted to test the strength of her battle suit, was completely shocked by the more than twenty pages of ability options the moment she opened the display UI.

"Thaddeus E. Ross, Jennifer Walters, Bruce Banner, and Thor Odinson...the four-person genetic super strength mode. Pietro Maximoff, Jean-Paul Bobir, Robert Frank, and Monica Rambeau...the four-person genetic super speed mode. Hyperion, Robert Reynolds, Kal'rak, and Adam Brashear...the four-person genetic atom smasher mode?"

Gwen felt something was wrong the more she looked at it, so she quickly operated the robotic arm to take off the suit, but neither the infrasound irradiation nor the high-energy laser continuous cutting could help...

"Damn it! Why can't I take this thing off?"

Gwen tried to tear off her scarlet battle suit, but found that it had no effect at all. She frowned. This sudden development was beyond her expectations...

Because no matter how much she thought about it, she just couldn't figure out which comic book Norman created such a crazy symbiote suit!

(PS: Think for a moment, then start tickling the readers, and won’t stop until there are votes!)

Chapter 298 Miss Gwen Arrives in Gotham

"I understand the logic, but can someone explain to me... who is this guy wearing a bat costume and jumping on the rooftop in the middle of the night?"

Gwen Stacy looked at the comic book titled "Witch's Blade" in her hand with a subtle expression, and then looked at the bat monster in the sky that was flying through the night sky like a big moth. After a long time, she showed an expression as if she had seen something dirty.

"What the hell, that birdman is trying to frame me! This is not the bus to Witch Blade, this is Gotham!"

Just as Miss Gwen stood on the street corner in a rage, secretly cursing a fellow villager with the same name as her, the black moth had already fallen from the sky, landing in a very standard superhero style, and smashed the two tattooed men in suits standing at the door, causing them to spit out overnight food from their mouths. His sudden attack was like a signal, and the originally quiet street suddenly became noisy. Countless figures holding long guns and short sticks poured out from various alleys. They were dressed in uniform and did not need anyone to give orders, and they began to chase the bat monster relentlessly.

In an instant, the streets in Gwen's eyes were in chaos. Although there seemed to be a lot of these "extremely vicious" criminals, most of them were just atmosphere thugs. She even saw someone shooting into the sky and shouting loudly, and then as if being beaten by the air, he rolled on the ground, covering his body, and rolling further and further away...

"Hey! You won't get paid for today's work like this, why don't you at least go up and perform?"

Just when Gwen was enjoying the show, a pair of hands suddenly pressed on her shoulders. Turning around, she found that it was the slacker who had just rolled out of the battlefield.

"Um...are you calling me?"

Gwen looked around and found that there was no one else, so she pointed at herself hesitantly.

"Who else could it be if not you! Although Penguin always gives us a lot of money after he goes against Batman, isn't it a bit too much for you to not do any work or effort? After all, we have fought with Batman before, but you, the newcomer, are doing the same..."

Looking at the slacker who was raising his eyebrows in a hint and rubbing his hands, Gwen tilted her head and thought for a while, then nodded in sudden realization.

"Oh! So... you're going to rob me, right?"

Faced with Gwen's blunt question, the slacker seemed a little embarrassed.

"How can it be called robbery? I'm the head of the downtown area. Just give me some cigarette money and I'll report to Boss Penguin. I won't tell anyone about you hiding in the alley. Once the restaurant incident is over, you can get a large bonus with peace of mind. Isn't this the best of both worlds?"

Listening to the 'boss' boasting, Gwen simply looked him up and down very subtly.

"But I see that your men are about to be killed by the Batman. Are you sure you let him go after being beaten up like this? If I were your Penguin Boss, I would not hang you on the street lamp, which would be a great favor from me. How could I give you the money?"

In response, the leading 'big brother' just sneered.

"Of course they will give us the money, because our mission is to hold Batman here. No matter how long it takes, it will be our victory. How..."

Suddenly, someone who was still feeling smug was stunned. He looked at Gwen hiding under the hoodie in front of him, then turned his head to look at the group of brothers who were already staggering over there. Before he could say anything, he heard the guy who was slacking off next to him suddenly shout.

"Bruce, did you hear that?"

In a flash, Gwen had just spoken when the "big brother" standing in front of her was dragged away by the grappling gun and successfully received a box lunch. The next moment, Batman, who looked like a double-door refrigerator, stood directly in front of her.

"What did you call me just now?"

Facing Batman who was looking down at her, Gwen just took a few steps back with a little disgust.

"I'm calling Bruce Banner, so are you Bruce Banner? Or do I need to use another word for you? Like...Martha?"

He instantly raised his hand to block the punch that was coming at his neck like lightning. Before Batman could launch the next stage of attack, he was knocked to the ground by Gwen with a low sweep.

"Isn't that right? You should grab my shoulders and yell at me, 'Why did you say that name', and then I'll tell you that Clark's mother is also called Martha, so you have the same mother."

However, Batman did not respond to Gwen's verbal attack. He just took out a smoke bomb from his waist bag, threw it at his feet, and did a few backflips to hide in the shadows.

Unfortunately, he miscalculated Gwen's reaction speed and also underestimated the sensory intensity of the symbiote.

"呲..."

Just as Batman blended into the shadows and reached for his belt, a sticky substance like spider silk suddenly shot towards him. He subconsciously swung the bat dart to knock it down, but the extraordinary stickiness wrapped up half of his hand the moment it came into contact.

Then, an irresistible force suddenly attacked him from the other end of the spider silk...

"What? How is this possible!"

Batman finally spoke his first line since his debut, and was dragged to Gwen in a very embarrassed manner. Although he tried his best to resist by using his high-heeled combat boots and constantly changing his posture to stop his body from leaning forward, he felt like he was in a fight with some giant beast, and he couldn't believe that such power could come from a girl who seemed to be underage...

"It's not a good habit to hit someone without permission, not to mention... you actually dared to punch a beautiful girl you just met for the first time! Clark was wearing underwear outside, aren't the superheroes in your DC universe too dark? I don't ask you to be respectful to every lady, but at least don't try to punch someone you just met for the first time in the face, okay?"

As she spoke, Gwen tied up Batman with spider silk, turned up his belt, and began to touch him all over.

"So as punishment, I think you have to pay something to make up for my broken heart..."

Unfortunately, after searching for a while, she stopped again with a subtle expression.

"Um...so you don't usually carry some cash or change when you go out?"

Looking at the black card with the word Wayne marked on it in her hand, Gwen felt that she hated this world full of rich people more and more.

(PS: Think for a moment, then stretch out a hand and start waiting for tickets...)

Chapter 299: Miss Gwen's Day Trip to Wayne Manor

As a time traveler, Gwen has a fresh memory of marketing accounts. For example, there was a widely circulated claim that a certain black spider was so poisonous that one milliliter could knock down a number of elephants in an instant. Not to mention how huge a number one milliliter is for a spider. The fact that an elephant can be knocked down in an instant is enough to be criticized. She even doubted whether these people knew that blood circulation takes time. Even if the blood circulation speed of an elephant is fast, it can't fall to the ground instantly after being hit. After all, whether the spider can bite an elephant is also a question...

"Master, although I don't mind you bringing back ladies from outside, this lady, she looks...seems a little...uh...abnormal?"

He looked at the blonde girl who was eating heartily at the dining table with a subtle expression. This child, who seemed not much older than Damian Wayne, was, in Bruce's words, a very dangerous person who must be kept at bay.

"I'm not sure where she came from, Alfred. But my suit detected a reality distortion index. She has the ability to distort reality like the Trickster and Bat-Mite, but her mental state reminds me of Harley... You should know what I'm saying. This is definitely not a good sign. What's more, she might have come here specifically to find me."

Due to someone's sudden appearance, Bruce had to put down his work and hand over the task of troubling the Penguin to other members of the Bat Family. He returned to Wayne Manor with this girl who was obviously from another world.

"Like the tricksters going to Superman to play games? Oh my god, that's terrible, it sounds really creepy..."

Alfred, who also knew many secrets of superheroes, understood it immediately. In fact, when Bruce said the word "troublemaker", he already realized the seriousness of the problem.

"Wumuwumu... Is it really okay for you to slander a beautiful girl behind her back? I just found the baby bat on the street and followed it here to have a meal. But you are right about one thing. I do have something to ask the little bat. For example... can I borrow the bat cave?"

Hearing this, Alfred and Bruce looked at each other. At least this way, they could be sure that the other party had no ill intentions.

"The weight displayed on the console...has it exceeded 200 million tons?"

After a good meal and a good drink, Gwen was now standing in the training ground at the bottom of the Batcave. She looked at the numbers on the holographic projection with a shocked expression. Her body had expanded several times, and her height had reached 2 meters. Her whole body was filled with muscles that seemed to be about to burst. Her originally scarlet skin had turned into scaly green, like a reptile, almost like some strange replica of the Hulk.

"Tsk, I'm a little curious now. Did the Norman Osborn in that world create such a crazy battle suit just to go against Spider-Man? I don't believe it..."

It was not until the strength testing machine reached the threshold and started to alarm that Gwen reluctantly put down her left hand and cancelled the transformation into strength mode. After a while of squirming, she turned back into her original red form.

"Is this the suit you're going to test? Judging from the data alone, your strength has almost reached the level of Shazam and Superman."

Bruce, sitting in front of the Batcomputer, sipped the black tea Alfred had brewed for him. The mysterious girl wanted to test her suit, and Bruce was also happy to collect this data, so the two hit it off, and he lent her the Batcave. But now it seems that this data is even more shocking than he imagined...

"Did you design the image of this battle suit yourself?"

Bruce disguised the subtle rhetoric as casual chatting, and Gwen was not on guard at all, after all, she was about to go to the next world.

"I just used it as a disguise. There is a group of very annoying guys in our world. They have the means to travel through the multiverse, but they don't want others to wander around other worlds. Not only that, they also formed gangs with each other and came up with something like... a blacklist. And I happened to be deeply affected by it. Whenever I go to a world where these people or organizations exist, this group of annoying guys will find ways to drive me out. For example, the water and electricity in the house I rented were suddenly cut off, and after a random period of time, they suddenly restored them."

In response to Bruce's questions, Gwen just started to complain about Reed Richards and the Illuminati's inhumane behavior with an unhappy look on her face.

"I foolishly thought that it was the long-standing poor infrastructure in the United States that caused all kinds of problems. But when I saw a Secret Service agent downstairs in our building, I immediately realized that the problem was not as simple as I thought."

Bruce, who recorded Gwen's words word for word, couldn't help but curl his lips, because the situations described by the other party reminded him of a certain senior member of the Sky Eye Society named Amanda Waller...

"If the random water and power outages don't drive me away, they will start using more radical methods. For example, they will hire gangsters to harass me at night, or threaten me directly at my door. Or they will organize various parades downstairs of my house, and each time they will be held just when I want to take a nap. If I still don't leave, this group of people will completely tear their faces apart, gather a group of super thugs and agents, and question and detain me on the pretext of illegal entry or suspicion that I am carrying weapons of mass destruction."

At this point, even Batman was silenced by this operation that was far from the original. Even though he was suspicious of all these statements as a professional disease, there was still a voice in his heart that kept telling him that they could really do these things...