Chapter 754 Growth

When the God of Death approached the rooftop, he entered a ghost state, so he fell down smoothly. The vulture was miserable. He fell to pieces and lay on the ground feeling that all the bones in his body were about to fall apart.

"I lost my other hellfire."

Death was holding the only remaining Hellfire shotgun, a little annoyed. Now that's good, you still have to go out and look for it. If you can't find it, you can only ask a weapons expert to build another one based on this one.

"You deserve to die!" Death walked towards the vulture.

"Kill me, kill me and it will be settled. You can claim credit from your Commander Luo Ning, and let the media write a big book about it. Just say that you, the God of Death, killed a criminal who smuggled arms, and let everyone in the country praise you. It also allowed Overwatch to re-establish its prestige. "The vulture has no chance to resist now. The suit he relies on has broken wings and he is also injured. In this state, he cannot deal with an ordinary person with a little bit of fighting skills, let alone. It's an Overwatch agent.

"I'll say it again, I have nothing to do with Overwatch, not even with that bastard Ronin." Death cursed, "I'm just a mercenary and don't belong to any organization."

"Haha..." The vulture smiled, "What does it matter? Anyway, as long as you kill me, you can leave. It's best not to let me see my wife and daughter alive."

The vulture gritted its teeth and supported its body, stood up, and then ran towards the God of Death.

Worried that he had other tricks up his sleeve, Death raised his gun.

"Yes, that's it, shoot and fulfill your duties as the Grim Reaper."

Vulture no longer cares at this time. Death is the best salvation for him. If he has to face his wife and daughter who treat him as a hero, the feeling is really more painful than death.

"madman!"

The God of Death raised his hand, aimed the gun at his neck, and smashed it down. In an instant, the vulture fell limply to the ground.

Peter arrived and saw this scene and mistakenly blamed the God of Death, thinking that he had killed him. He suddenly roared: "What have you done! Are you a madman? Why did you kill him? Although he is guilty, he is not worthy of death. The law He will be severely punished, and it will never be your turn to sentence him to death."

"Children will always be children." The God of Death snorted coldly, turned around and left.

"Don't go, you murderer! Even if you are a watcher, you shouldn't be so unscrupulous." Peter shouted.

"The God of Death seemed to be offended. He turned around and pressed against Peter, grabbed his collar, lowered his head and looked at him, and said in a warning tone: "You little bastard, don't mention 'Watch' or 'Watchman' in front of me. I can't bear such a honorable and righteous title, and I don't want to. I'm just a mercenary. "

The God of Death calmed down, let go of his hand, and walked away.

The frightened Peter calmed down for a while, shot out a spider web, and stuck Death's hand to the guardrail.

Death turned to stare at him.

"You have to take responsibility for his death. I have called the police. Just wait here." Peter was very manly at this time, the kind of ruthless man who said the truth.

Death didn't bother to explain. Soon, several police officers came up from the stairs and surrounded them.

Peter narrated the whole process to them. When a policeman walked up to the vulture, he couldn't see any injuries and no blood. Could it be that he suffered internal injuries?

He squatted down and stretched out his finger, "What nonsense are you talking about? You're still breathing."

The other police officers looked at Peter. The suit was very simple and did not look like the one who saved people in Washington, D.C., so they thought he was a young fan of Spider-Man.

"You sound like a child. You can actually be more professional by imitating Spider-Man. It's correct to call the police in situations like this, but you can't pretend that you fainted and died. It makes us nervous." Another police officer member said.

"ah?"

Peter's eyes widened. He just saw Liz's father fall in front of Death, and Death just took back his gun and thought...

"Uh, I'm sorry, Mr. Death." Peter apologized repeatedly and helped Death remove the shackles of the cobweb.

"Take him away."

The two men set up the vulture, handcuffed it and took him away.

"You are the God of Death. If you can, please come with us and describe the entire process of arresting criminals." A policeman said to the God of Death politely.

"He captured the person, it had nothing to do with me."

Death pointed at Peter. He didn't want to waste his time. He hasn't found the Hellfire shotgun yet and went to the police station with you? He could still tell what was light and what was serious.

"he?"

The police naturally didn't believe it, thinking that the God of Death had something to shirk, but it was hard to force him.

"Ask him if you have any questions, he knows the situation." Death said again.

The policeman suddenly realized that he was the disciple of the God of Death. "Okay, kid, come with us."

"I'm not a kid, my name is Peter Parker." Peter frowned, very unhappy.

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"A Spider-Man impersonator at Midtown High School helps Death catch a criminal kingpin selling dangerous weapons."

Soon, the incident was in the news, embarrassing Peter.

Lizzie and her mother were moving to Oregon, but he didn't try to hold them back because he knew Lizzie couldn't continue to live here. People she knew would treat her like a criminal's daughter and give her all sorts of cold looks, which was definitely an uncomfortable feeling.

Happy met Peter and said that Stark wanted to see him.

Peter followed Happy to the Avengers base in the northern part of the state. The big Avengers logo was hung on the majestic building. This was a place he had longed for.

When Peter walked into the building under Happy's guidance, he felt like he was dreaming. Seeing Mr. Stark again, he couldn't calm down his excitement.

"I'm sorry I took your suit, even though you deserved it. It turns out that this is the strict discipline that suits your needs, urging you to work hard, right? Look, a fourteen-year-old kid helps the god of death to bring the criminal leader to justice, how great." Tony said as he walked.

"Fifteen years old." Peter corrected.

"Well, it doesn't matter. You did the wrong thing before, but you did the right thing afterwards. I think with a little guidance, you can become a valuable member of the team."

"Team member?" Peter asked.

"There are about 50 reporters behind that door, real reporters, not bloggers. When you are ready, try this one." Tony opened the iron cabinet in front of him and showed a more technological spider suit, "I will introduce the newest official member of the Avengers, Spider-Man, to the world. Not what everyone thinks now... Spider-Man imitator."

Peter walked in front of the suit and felt that it was so cool that he couldn't suppress his inner desire.

"After the press conference, Happy will take you to your new residence."

After a while of entanglement, Peter made a decision that Stark could not understand. He thanked the kindness, but refused to become an Avenger, continued to go to school, and continued to be his good neighbor Spider-Man.

Tony felt that he had matured, so he returned the battle suit to him, allowing him to use more powerful equipment to deal with more dangerous things that might happen.

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