But how did these guys find out about themselves?
This thought just occurred to Peter Parker.
A man who kept twitching his nose also followed Scott onto the rooftop.
Peter Parker noticed the spider silk in his hand with his sharp eyes.
In coordination with his constant movement of twitching his nose.
It was immediately clear that he found me by smell.
Peter Parker suddenly smiled bitterly.
It seems like a self-righteous disguise.
In front of some people, it's the same as not existing.
It seems that I need to pay special attention to camouflage-related issues in the future.
After that, a red-haired woman came up, as well as a burly man who was nearly three meters tall and had a steely luster all over his body, and a middle-aged man with a sloppy beard and a stinky body that could be smelled clearly from a long distance.
Peter Parker's eyes lingered on the middle-aged man for just a moment.
He turned his attention to the only woman with red hair.
This woman posed the greatest threat to him, so much so that his spider sense kept sounding the alarm.
Peter Parker is basically certain.
This woman should be the strongest among these people, and the source of the inexplicable malice just now.
However, he looks quite kind and doesn't seem like a bad person.
Scott took the lead and walked up to Peter Parker.
“Parker, we knew you’d come here, too.
Looks like you got here earlier than us.
how about it?
Did you find anything?"
Peter Parker didn't have time to answer.
The Super Sniffer kept twitching his nose anxiously, looking at the bus not far away with a puzzled and focused look. With full of uncertainty, he said hesitantly: "Captain, I... I seem to smell the scent of Ororo!"
"What?" The captain was surprised, his voice unconsciously raised a few degrees, and he looked at the super smeller with an expression of disbelief.
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's attention was instantly diverted.
Everyone's eyes turned to the bus, full of confusion.
“It’s inside the bus.
The smell was very vague, however.”
The Super Sniffer frowned and sniffed deeply again. His expression became more and more tangled. He then added hesitantly, "I... I'm really not sure. There may be just a very subtle similar smell, but it's not very clear. Maybe it's really just my illusion, or maybe... it's something that has her scent on it."
In fact, Super Smell is 100% sure in his heart.
But he did not forget the professor's advice.
That is, the matter of Ororo cannot be linked to what happened in Wakanda.
As the only person who has witnessed how crazy the Wakandans are.
The Super Smelly Man doesn't want them coming to New York.
Therefore, he did not forget Professor X's advice and kept choosing his words carefully.
Jean glanced at him.
She is also an insider and can sense that the Super Sniffer is lying.
But because I am an insider.
She didn't expose it, but through perception, she was basically certain.
Ororo should be on the bus in the distance.
Fisk looked up.
He didn't sit in the back of the bus.
But he also felt the gazes staring at him.
He smiled and said to Lester: “What did you do?
How did New York become like this? Where did all these monsters come from? "
Lester reached into his pocket and pulled out a carefully crafted invitation.
The invitation was placed in a plain light blue envelope with a fine gold border on the edge, which sparkled slightly.
Lester took the invitation letter out of the envelope. The paper was thick and textured, and it felt smooth and delicate to the touch.
The invitation letter is rectangular in shape, about half the size of an A4 paper.
The front of the invitation is printed with a lifelike fighting scene pattern, in which two brave fighters are fighting fiercely. Their muscle lines are clearly visible and their expressions are firm, as if they are about to break through the picture in the next second.
The word "Invitation" was written above the pattern in gorgeous gold letters.
It's not typed, it's handwritten.
Below the pattern, important information such as the time, location and rules of the competition are listed in detail. The font is neat and clear, and it is also handwritten, which seems to have ulterior motives.
This is exactly the invitation that all fighters in New York dream of today.
"This was put in the mailbox this morning, there are four copies in total.
Fighters all over New York know that Hell's Kitchen now has four invitations.
Boss, do you know Wolfgang Krauser?
After Fisk took it, he curled his lips and said, "I don't know him.
Where did this mad dog come from?
baffling. "
"Boss, do you remember that Guise you killed in Washington?"
"Don't keep me in suspense. Just say what you want to say."
"Wolfgang Krauser is Gis's younger brother. Although Gis was born first, he is the illegitimate child of the family."
"Oh, after the old one is beaten, the young one comes. Got it." Fisk understood immediately, "His brother summoned the devils from hell. It's not easy for them to come for revenge openly, so they used a compromise method, right? Is this to provoke me and force me to participate in this so-called fighting competition?"
Lester nodded and said uncertainly: "Based on the current situation, that's right."
Fisk threw the invitation back and said disdainfully, "I'm not interested. If it were in the past, I might have gone for the $500 million, but now, I'm not interested."
"Then... these invitations... I send them out?" Lester said in a tentative tone: "There are a lot of people eyeing these four invitations now, there is no need for us to get involved."
"No!"
Fisk shook his head firmly and looked out the window again. His eyes were deep and dark.
His pupils had already turned completely black without him noticing, like a bottomless black hole that seemed to be able to swallow up all light and hope. In his pupils, dozens of light spots of different colors kept flickering in the darkness outside the window, like mysterious stars in the night sky.
Those who were watching the convoy suddenly felt a strong sense of discomfort, as if there were a pair of cold claws, tightly grasping their hearts, making them breathe quickly, their heartbeats speed up, and cold sweat involuntarily slide down their foreheads like beads that have broken off the string. They tried to get rid of this creepy feeling.
But he found himself trapped in a terrible nightmare, unable to break free, as if he was trapped in an invisible cage.
"Honey!" Sally's voice appeared in Fisk's ears.
"I guessed you were coming. Where's my reward from last time?"
"Hehehe, I'm just preparing a gift for my dear!" Sally's voice was gentle and sweet. As she spoke with a smile, a colorful light suddenly appeared in Fisk's palm.
Fisk opened his palm.
It was a familiar golden key.
"What's this?
You gave me another world?"
"Almost. However, this world is very small, probably only about one or two hundred square meters. As for what's there, dear, you can go in and see for yourself when the time comes. I believe you will be very interested."
Fisk nodded thoughtfully, "Let's use the old method."
"Yes, dear, you are really smart." Sally smiled and changed her tone, "Dear, you can participate in this fighter conference if you want."
"Hmm? Is there some mystery here?"
“Of course, those bastards from Hell were not convinced and wanted to try their luck again. This time, in addition to those bastards, many other beings also joined the gambling.
If my dear is willing to join, I will join in.
Of course, you just came back, if you feel a little tired and don’t want to participate, I don’t mind! ”
"Is there any benefit?"
"Of course!" Sally's voice became louder, "This time, dear, if you can win, I can give you a chance to customize it."
“What is a customized opportunity?”
"I'm just drawing a range for you, dear!
Within this range, you can put forward any conditions you want, and I will agree to them."
"Hmm!" Fisk was silent for a moment, then glanced at the colorful soul light balls outside the window, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Okay, then I'll play!"
“That’s wonderful, honey.
I have decided, if you can win this time.
I have a special reward for you." Sally's tone was full of temptation, as if she wanted to lead Fisk to ask what the reward was, but Fisk just hummed and said without much interest: "Special rewards don't matter, just don't regret the custom rewards."
"Hehehe, honey, you really make me sad. When have I ever gone back on my word?"
Shailesh's voice disappeared.
Fisk took the invitation back, pinched it between two fingers, and held it in his hand with a playful look on his face.
At the same time, the aura of the whole body erupted from the SUV like an endless wave.
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