Chapter 71 Gwen Vs. Vulture (More Updates, Please Subscribe!)

Gwen Stacy looked at the mentor beside her with a questioning look, her eyebrows full of suspicion, and questioned like a machine gun: "You don't have the same idea as George, do you?"

Raymond finally understood what it meant to get angry. Gwen Stacy, who was criticized by her father from another dimension for her body problem, was extremely emotional at this time. She could get angry at any topic. Whoever gets close to her at this time will be unlucky.

"How is it possible!" Raymond hurriedly denied it, fearing that Gwen would link him with her cousin. "You also know that George always has some incomprehensible ideas. I think Spider-Woman has a good figure. She is light and slender, graceful and heroic. She is simply a dream lover!"

Raymond used three idioms in a row. Seeing Gwen's face flushed slightly, he paused and added quickly: "Of course it's not just me, there are many people who think so." Raymond touched the back of his head and smiled embarrassedly.

"Really?" Gwen raised her voice a little. The girl stopped and stared at Raymond's black eyes without blinking.

Today, Gwen wore light makeup, with brown eyeshadow and black eyeliner on her fair skin, which made her beautiful blue almond eyes even more beautiful. Raymond lowered his head and saw the girl looking up at him. He was somehow aroused - he swallowed his saliva.

But Gwen seemed to be unaware of it. She just looked up, raised her eyebrows, and stared.

Raymond tried to calm down and resist the urge to kiss her: "Really, I promise!"

He turned his head away as if he was afraid that if he looked at Gwen for another second, his disguise would be exposed.

At this time, at the end of the corridor with their backs to each other, George Stacy observed the teacher and student from a distance. Of course, he couldn't hear what they were talking about, but looking at their backs, one with his hands on his waist and the other gesticulating something in a panic, George smelled a hint of displeasure and frowned instantly.

"Edward, I mean--" the police inspector hesitated and asked a question that surprised his subordinates, "Nowadays, what is it like for young people in their twenties to fall in love?"

Gwen looked into Raymond's eyes, and after a few seconds, she also had a flustered breath-she was also in a hurry, as if trying to cover up something and turned her head away.

Raymond reached into his windbreaker pocket with a guilty conscience, pinched the ZIPPO lighter that Kim gave him, and used a small gesture to relieve his somewhat angry mood.

But the professor didn't expect that the student was trying to use some topic to divert the embarrassment at this time - just when Raymond secretly opened the metal cover of the lighter in his pocket and quietly closed it, Gwen beside him suddenly turned around and asked: "Why do you have a lighter in your pocket?"

"Ah?" Raymond was startled by Gwen's sudden question and didn't react for a while. He looked at the girl beside him, and only came back to his senses after seeing Gwen's confident look - oh, Spider-Woman's superpowers.

Raymond suddenly clenched the ZIPPO, his hands trembling slightly. When Gwen looked at Raymond, she happened to see the trembling muscles on his face - the blonde girl frowned slightly, and she couldn't understand why her mentor was so nervous.

Seeing that Raymond was asked so much that his brain crashed and he couldn't speak, Gwen felt that her heart, which had just been comforted, suddenly sank.

She bit her lip and asked calmly, "When did you start smoking? I don't think I've seen it before?"

"No..." Raymond's mind was working fast, thinking of a suitable excuse. He calmed down and told the girl a lie that was not a lie: "Now I'm the rotating CEO. Sometimes I need this thing for social events."

Gwen fell silent after hearing this. Raymond's reason was impeccable. Although she didn't like those extravagant social occasions, Gwen Stacy, who had witnessed Raymond Xu's wrist, had to admit today that he was just using different means to achieve the same goal as herself.

This goal was impeccable, but... Gwen just felt a little uneasy in her heart...

Awkwardness and suspicion spread between the two, and the silent atmosphere made Raymond more and more panicked.

He understood what Gwen was worried about. He thought of the scene where tears ran down Gwen's cheeks, the scene where she hugged him tightly, and he once vowed to Gwen that he would not change.

But now, he was caught by Gwen. Although smoking was not a big deal, he still felt guilty when facing the girl in front of him.

The professor, who was usually the most patient, took the lead in breaking the eerie silence: "Hey, Gwen."

Gwen raised her head, and when her clear blue eyes met his black pupils, he felt a tremor in his heart.

He patted Gwen's shoulder and opened his mouth to make some promises, but when the words came to his lips, he only said one sentence: "Believe me, okay?"

Gwen nodded to Raymond. Although he had a little temper and emotions, Raymond was the one he trusted the most in this universe... Wait!

Gwen felt that his hair was about to stand up. The girl no longer cared about the tutor beside her, but just threw off her large coat, stepped on the green Converse to the window, and then suddenly fell down.

Raymond was watching Gwen Stacy's transformation. When Gwen fell, the professor's expression suddenly changed. He raised his wrist: "Spider, what happened?"

"My spider sense is warning me." Raymond could hear the whistling wind from Gwen's answer, "Something might happen!"

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When Gwen arrived, the battle had already broken out in the open space in front of the library. Seeing the smashed concrete precast panels, fallen stones and tiles, and the large pits on the paved floor, the girl couldn't help but frown.

"Boom!"

Gwen glanced at the watch on her pink and white tight sleeves, which showed Raymond's coordinates. She didn't hesitate and directly connected to the professor's communication: "There is heavy firepower, do you have any solution?"

"Yes." The professor answered on the radio. He lowered his head and looked at a warehouse rented by Stark Industries somewhere in New York City. A large number of drones were preparing weapons. Raymond replied to Gwen: "Reinforcements are being prepared."

Gwen was slightly relieved, but as soon as she raised her head, she saw a black figure flying out of the smoke and dust of the explosion and fell heavily to the ground-until then, Gwen could see who it was.

"Felicia!" Gwen controlled the launcher to cut the spider silk and landed lightly next to the black cat from midair.

The silver-haired girl's mouth was oozing with blood. She looked at the ghost spider beside her and drew a smile with some effort: "Gwen, I think you are here."

"What's the situation?" The blonde girl squatted down, picked up the black cat and held it in her arms, asking anxiously.

"Cough..." Felicia tried to cough out the bloody phlegm in her throat and stretched out her hand to the ghost spider, "Help me up."

Gwen pulled the black cat up. The charming Miss Black Cat wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with her right hand again, and returned to a fighting posture before responding: "A guy who calls himself a vulture is not easy to deal with."

As if responding to the black cat's words, the wings with a wingspan of 40 feet and about 12 meters suddenly spread out in the smoke and dust. In the roar of the turbine, Gwen could only see the target's green eyes.

"Spider-Man!" The turbines on the vulture's wings fanned the smoke and dust of the explosion, and a man in leather clothes suddenly appeared. When he glanced at Gwen, he was silent for a few seconds, and then asked in surprise: "When did you change your uniform?"

Gwen's eyes widened, his face full of question marks: "Sir, what are you talking about? I don't quite understand!"

"The voice is different..." The vulture recalled hesitantly in mid-air.

Before he finished speaking, Gwen flew into the sky through a corner of the library, and shot out spider silk with his left hand to try to hook the vulture's wings: "I don't remember us meeting before, sir."

The vulture pulled his wings and threw Gwen away who had just hooked him. He chose a slightly higher position to hover and looked slightly at the distance of the city: "New York... But this New York, why is it different..."

Gwen, who was thrown heavily to the ground, raised his head and looked at the strange vulture in the sky. The other party seemed to want to summon some memories and suddenly pressed his temple. The monster with a wingspan of 12 meters had a headache and almost rolled down from mid-air.

"Be careful!" Seeing the vulture's rapid drop in height, Gwen called out to the black cat beside her and hurriedly swung the spider silk to leave - but was caught by the vulture who had come to his senses.

The other party grabbed Gwen's arm fiercely, took her into the air, and said viciously: "I can't remember it, it must be your fault, Spider-Man!"

"It's Spider-Woman!" Although one arm was still in the other party's hand - oh no, claw, but Gwen, whose arm was almost dislocated, actually had the mind to correct the other party's words.

"Little girl!" The vulture stretched out his hand to grab Gwen's neck, and the speed of the turbine increased, suddenly pressing Spider-Woman into the wall of the fourth floor of the library, almost leaving a deep pit in the shape of Gwen on the wall.

"Tell me, where is this place?"

"Sir--" Gwen gasped hard in the claws of the vulture, but still remembered Spider-Man's unique sense of humor: "This is New York, and you should find a hospital. I think amnesia may require a hospital, not a library."

While speaking, Gwen quietly raised her left arm and tried to stick the turbine on the right wing of the vulture with spider silk-but the man's other hand grabbed it and held the girl's arm tightly in his palm, and the right mechanical arm that locked Gwen's neck also increased its strength.

"Uh... cough cough..." Gwen felt that her throat was about to be broken. She put her feet on the wall of the library and tried to kick her legs a few times, but the vulture opposite seemed to have an exoskeleton to help, and its strength was comparable to hers.

The girl coughed with some difficulty. She couldn't speak anymore. She just looked out in the smoke of the battle with difficulty-where is Raymond?

As if in response to her doubts, a large-caliber sniper rifle bullet whizzed in, hitting the vulture's wings and making them smoke.

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