American comics: Intercepting the female superhero, the symbiote is invincible

After saying that, he walked off to the equipment room on his own, looking very bored.

The brown-haired girl pulled the bank card out of the ditch, unsure whether to be disappointed or happy.

"What a precocious boy."

"He's almost too composed..."

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Time flies, and dusk has fallen.

Ron finally got what he wanted:

Miniature laser cutter, a grappling hook similar to the one worn by Paul Wayne, a USB drive with a file-stealing virus, a bulletproof hooded nightsuit, etc...

In short, it's all sorts of unique gadgets; just by looking at these devices, you can probably guess what he's planning to do.

However, these things only serve as icing on the cake; the most crucial element is still...

[Replication progress: 86%]

The ability from Felicia is almost fully copied. It seems the kitten is quite obedient, always wearing the symbiote suit.

If we set off now and reach the vicinity of the Osborne Group, we'll be almost 100% complete.

After Ron finished assessing the replication progress, he grabbed a black off-road bag and stuffed all the equipment inside.

After getting ready, he didn't go to the underground garage to drive his Maybach. Instead, he put on a mask and chose to hail a taxi on the street.

...

wuen————

Ron had just stood on the side of the street and hadn't even hailed a taxi when a taxi pulled up in front of him, belching exhaust fumes.

"Hey! Man, you look pretty rich."

A dark head popped out of the car window and solicited Ron, saying, "Where do you want to go? How about taking my car? I'm the fastest driver in Midtown West."

Ron glanced at Ni Ge in front of him and smelled a faint marijuana odor through the open car window.

After activating his ability to create symbiotes, his senses seemed to have become much more acute...

“I don’t want to ride in your car,” Ron said calmly.

"What? Just because I'm Black?!"

Ni Ge's driver immediately became agitated, pointing at Ron and saying fiercely, "I'm warning you! This is racism!!"

Kata —

Ron, too lazy to say more, pulled out a small pistol, held it to his face, and released the safety: "I hate two kinds of people the most: racists and black people."

"oh....."

The driver, looking at the gun barrel that matched his own skin tone, immediately changed his expression, swallowed hard, and said, "Whatever you like. Have a nice day..."

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PS: This book's main theme is to have it all: you'll gain strength and you'll also have beautiful women; the two complement each other.

Although this book isn't as slice-of-life as the one next door, the female lead still has an emotional foundation.

Furthermore, the protagonist of this book will still expand his own power, without joining any organization, and will destroy or absorb all of S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra.

Chapter 5, yes, it was specially prepared for you.

wuen————.

The unlicensed driver sped away.

After waiting for a while, Ron flagged down a yellow taxi.

The driver this time was a quiet, unassuming young man of Chinese descent. He had a lucky charm hanging on the roof of his car.

Most importantly, the air inside the car is very fresh.

Without saying a word, Ron opened the car door, got in, and said, "Upper East Side, Carloda."

Carloda is a well-known coffee shop on the Upper East Side, not too far from the Osborne Building, but not too close either. He planned to wait there until evening.

The driver glanced at the decisive customer in the rearview mirror, said nothing, stepped on the gas, and drove towards the Upper East Side.

On the way, Ron initiated a conversation and learned that the driver needed to earn money to pay for his sick grandmother's medical expenses.

After getting out of the car, he stuffed a large tip into his hand and asked, "Don't tell anyone else that you gave me a ride today."

"Wait, sir, this is too much..."

The driver glanced at the amount in his hand and was about to return some to Ron.

Then I looked up.

They discovered the other person had vanished.

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Carloda Cafe.

Ron chose an inconspicuous spot and very meticulously ordered two Italian coffees and some food.

Then he pretended to be engrossed in surfing the internet, constantly scrolling through TikTok on his phone, without taking off his mask or touching the coffee and food on the table.

To those around him, he appeared to be a young man waiting for his girlfriend to come to their date.

They couldn't help but sigh for Ron inwardly:

This person is so stupid.

He didn't prepare anything for the date, not even a bouquet of flowers. How can he possibly win a girl's heart like that?

This was also Ron's intention; he could simply pretend to be a straight man who had been stood up and leave dejectedly.

I must say, his idea is excellent.

But...

Fate never goes as planned.

"Ron!"

A slightly surprised girl's voice, like a pebble thrown into water, drew the attention of the customers around who were idly drinking coffee.

She was an extremely beautiful girl with short golden hair and bright blue eyes, and a gentle smile on her delicate face.

She wore a white sweatshirt with a black jacket on top and white athletic shorts on the bottom, her beautiful white legs were dazzling and she looked very youthful and beautiful.

The diners followed the gaze of this stunningly beautiful woman and discovered that she was looking directly at Ron's table, which surprised them all.

How did this seemingly ordinary young man manage to hook up with such a beautiful girl?

A middle-aged couple couldn't help but sigh softly, "If only our Ned had that skill."

"That's right, he's been pursuing Betty for so long but hasn't succeeded. This girl is much prettier than Betty."

Some young men also cast envious and jealous glances at Ron, thinking to themselves: What kind of luck did this guy have to attract such a top-quality girl?

Ron himself looked surprised, though it was hidden by his mask.

—How did Gwen end up here?

The blonde girl's name was Gwen Stacy, and like Felicia Hardy, she was Ron's classmate and one of the fish he kept in his pond.

But now is not the time for a wonderful encounter with his sweetheart... How did this girl manage to recognize him in this secluded corner, ignoring his mask?

Just as Ron was lost in thought, the girl, wearing white sneakers, strode quickly to his seat and sat down right next to him without any hesitation.

"You're having dinner here too?"

Gwen stared at the boy with her beautiful eyes, which sparkled with moisture. She was charming and lovely, a completely different type from Felicia, and seemed much more lively and playful.

Ron knew he absolutely couldn't give himself away at this moment, so he didn't rush to answer Gwen's question.

After a few moments of thought...

He came up with a plan, using the same tone he used when interacting with the girl, and asked her with a smile.

"What about you?"

"Me? Have you forgotten? I'm an intern at the Osborne Group!"

The girl smiled slightly, her gaze meeting Ron's with a hint of affection, and said softly, "It was supposed to end this afternoon, but Dr. Connors was a bit busy and had to continue his experiments tonight, so I offered to stay and help him, and I could learn more from him."

I made a special trip to have dinner here because I love the food. I need to get back soon.

[No way, what a coincidence...] Ron thought to himself, speechless.

At that moment, Gwen glanced at the two cups of coffee on the table, her smile instantly changing. She narrowed her eyes and asked, "Are you drinking two cups of coffee by yourself, or are you meeting up with another girl? Is it Felicia, Wanda, Cindy, Skye... or someone else?"

One by one, the girl recited the names as if they were her own treasures; they were all girls who, like her, had ambiguous relationships with Ron.

This shows that Luo Tangzhu's pond has already taken shape and is steadily moving towards the grand goal of becoming the King of the Sea.

"Of course not, how could you think that?"

Ron had already prepared his response. He placed one hand on her fair and smooth thigh, gently kneading and playing with it, and smiled.

"These dishes on the table were specially prepared for you, Gwen. I knew you wanted to dine here."

Chapter 6: A Middle-Aged Man with a Precarious Hairline

"Ron, do I look like an idiot?"

Gwen slightly brought her legs together, and with a flick of her slender fingers around his ear, she pulled down his mask.

She brought her soft pink lips closer and asked softly, "If you were waiting for me, why were you wearing a mask?"

"How could that be? You're a well-known top student at school."

The warm, moist breath sprayed on Ron's face, making his ear slightly itchy.

He immediately reached his hand inward, his fingertips teasingly tracing the soft skin: "If you don't believe me, sit down and eat, and see if anyone else comes."

"Really?"

Gwen glanced at the food on the table and found that it was indeed one of her favorite dishes, so she began to believe him a little more.

Adding to the fact that Ron's subtle actions made her a little embarrassed, she slapped his hand away, got up, and squeezed in front of him.

The distance between the seat and the table was very narrow, just enough for her long, slender legs to barely squeeze through.

The girl was leaning forward, with one hand supporting herself on the back of the chair, facing the boy.

The distance was so close that Ron could clearly admire her figure.

Although her chest wasn't as full as Felicia's, it was still quite ample, and with her perfectly proportioned waist-to-hip ratio, she showcased a symmetrical beauty to the fullest.

Her faint fragrance is captivating and irresistible.

Ron assumed the girl would boldly sit in his lap and wanted to reach out and embrace her firm waist.

She feigned a move, then squeezed into the inner corner of his room against the wall to his left, picked up another cup of coffee from the table, took a small sip, and even winked at him playfully.

"What do you want to do, darling?"

"You... never mind."

Ron was speechless, feeling there was nothing more to say in this situation, and could only awkwardly withdraw his hand.

However, just as he was about to withdraw his left hand, a slender, white hand grasped his palm.

The girl guided him, placing his hand back on her thigh and rubbing it back and forth.

Ron was taken aback and couldn't help but look up at Gwen's expression.

Gwen, however, sipped her coffee nonchalantly. When Ron looked over, her sapphire blue eyes held an innocent expression, as if she wasn't the one making the fuss.

Wow, they're all so good at flirting, aren't they?