The little spider walked through London, and the boy alone walked on the streets of London. He was simply talking to the gangster who was robbing with a knife everywhere on the streets and alleys - I'm easy to bully!

But the little spider is not easy to bully. The biggest hobby of a good neighbor in New York City is to tie the gangsters with spider silk.

Before Peter gained superpowers, he was a young man from Queens. What he was most indispensable in his life was this third-rate gangster. In the first days when he gained his abilities, the little spider always echoed in the streets and alleys, preventing violent incidents such as robbery with knives and guns of convenience stores.

Compared to heroes like Stark, Spider lacks the upper class criminals such as evil big entrepreneurs, new or established capitalists, evil organizations like Hydra, and agents from various countries.

Most of the time, before joining the Saint Shield and the Avengers, he deals with some... down-and-out scientists, gangsters, crimes, and violent organizations.

In general, it is very closely integrated with the reality of the lower class and lacks the style of the big scene.

"It's okay in London..." When the little spider tied up the sixth gangster who tried to rob him with a knife, he found that the prophet leaned against the alley, leaning against the wall with his head tilted, and his burgundy hair blocked half of her face. She said: "Although Great Britain has been colonizing the whole world for five hundred years, at its peak, they never allowed the low-quality population of the colonies to enter London."

"So you can't see Indian servants with turbans, Arabs and blacks, and gypsies living in RVs, with their mouths like a Kiba speaking. There are only Indian doctors and university professors, wealthy Arabs... If you are in France, like Paris, those above will wander in the streets and alleys from the Champs Elysees to the Bastille, creating the 'smell' of Paris!"

"The smell of human urine... French perfume back then was to cover these things, and the same is true today."

"I have to say that although there is a mayor of Truth in London now, the style of the old colonists of the British Empire has not been lost yet. They at least know how to refuse immigration!"

"You should remind me what a super scum I am looking for today!" Little Spider complained.

"I reminded you... you must choose him. I said I know many magic masters far more than him." The prophet came to the local London gangster who was trapped on the wall by spider silk and looked at him seriously: "He is so lucky... He was still three years away, but he would have been sent to the prison for severe prisoners because he caused a serious injury during the robbery... It seems that it won't happen now!"

The little spider said happily: "Is that so? Then that's what I mean!"

He raised his left hand with crimson gloves on it, which looked very cool - at least that's what the gangsters thought, and they kept trying to get it - now they are all hanging on the walls and on the roof!

"On the other hand..." The prophet pulled the topic back: "I think you need to be separated from that thing for a while. When it is on you, your fate will look blurred, and I can only see it clearly after leaving me."

"Now it seems... the result of your destruction in the world has nothing to do with that thing." The prophet looked at the little spider seriously and said.

"And that thing is a trouble now." The prophet Waiwai's head: "You've made it with it in Metropolis too much, and it has attracted the attention of many people. Now it is a temptation to attract the attention of people! To be honest, none of the guys who learn magic have made their lives messy, but they are all more superstitious about magic cheating methods."

"They think the prophets are very powerful? In fact, they have caused too much trouble themselves. You just need to borrow the "cost" caused by their abuse of magic. A clever leverage can lift up their lives and smash them. We can easily control their desires... Because none of those who learn magic are wise enough to be pure and have few desires. Such people will not learn magic at all. Magic is desire and ambition!"

"These people are so pitiful. They ruined their lives and hurt their loved ones, and at the same time they are superstitious about cheating. Do you know what this means?" the prophet asked.

"They may have a lot of regrets?" The little spider seemed to understand a little.

"More than some! They have countless mistakes they want to recover, and there are past events that make them feel colic when they think of it, so they want to pull it off... Now they know there is a cheating device called regret medicine... Do you guess they will be crazy?" The prophet smiled maliciously: "Some people think they have cheated on a baby, but in fact... it is a bomb!"

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Mrs. Shangdu is the strongest divination witch in this world. The bloodline of the ancient people gave her the ability to predict the future. It is rumored in the magic world that Mrs. Shangdu was once one of the candidates for prophets. Some people also say that except for the lack of the identity of a prophet, her prophecy ability is not inferior to that of a prophet, but only Mrs. Shangdu herself knows that - prophets are all monsters!

The first prophet is omniscient and omnipotent, the second prophet makes the world decision, and the third prophet starts again.

These three monsters are the true pinnacle of the mysterious world. They guard the ultimate secret, the secrets of the world that have been destroyed, and an organization built around the three of them, the World Security Council for their minions.

Why did Mrs. Shangdu know so clearly - of course it is because she is also one of them.

She is a director of the World Security Council, although she remembers nothing after leaving the headquarters!

"...You have to think clearly, miso! This is not something you can move!" Mrs. Shangdu warned the blonde and blue-eyed man in front of her, "That thing is very dangerous... danger beyond your imagination."

"Let her come out and talk to you!" Muen's attitude was very firm.

"Witch!" Muen's right hand placed on the table suddenly stretched out a black nail with a slender and weird palm. They intertwined their fingers, and then Muen turned his palms gently, and his whole body changed into a style... She turned into a witch with black hair and green eyes - the same as Mrs. Shangdu in front of her.

"Help me... you owe me!" The witch said with her head tilted, half as if she wanted, half as if she wanted to.

Mrs. Shangdu sighed. She was not going to tell the witch at first, but when she was divining, she seemed to find that something had changed. The thing fell into the hands of a person whom Mrs. Shangdu expected. This seemed to be... specifically for taking the blame?

So Mrs. Shangdu changed her mind. Since the prophet had already appointed this person to take the blame, why don’t you just turn the blame?

"What you want is now in Constantine's hand..." Mrs. Shangdu slowly took out a mummy from beside her with a red-breasted trolley parked on the dry rose branch. She lowered her head and kissed the dry head of the red-breasted trolley. The red-breasted trolley turned into freshness in her breathing, flying up and down around the back of Mrs. Shangdu's hand.

Mrs. Shangdu handed the red-breasted rogue to the witch and let it fly over the witch's shoulders.
Chapter completed!