#7 - First attack
"Hey! What's wrong with you guys? I'm fine, I'm used to it," Yang Le said, finding the misunderstanding of the two a bit funny.
Right now, Peter and Gwen are just ordinary people who haven't experienced life's hardships. If he told them he was a time-traveler, they probably wouldn't believe him, and might even think he had suffered some kind of trauma and was unwilling to accept the loss of his family.
"Actually, Gwen and I are about the same as you, Habie, we know that feeling," Peter said after hesitating for a long time.
"You too?" Yang Le looked a little surprised, as if he was hearing it for the first time.
"Yeah, my parents are both gone, and now I live with my aunt and uncle."
"My mom is gone too, I live with my dad."
Peter and Gwen knew what it was like to lose family, it was definitely a pain that could last a lifetime. To ease Yang Le's pain, they also told their hidden wounds.
"Okay, I'm really fine. Instead of apologizing later, why not come and play with me more often, keep this old man company, Miss Trendsetter, Mr. Hypocrite," Yang Le walked between the two, put his arms around their shoulders, and took the initiative to change the subject.
The atmosphere made him a little stressed. Originally, Yang Le didn't care that much, but now he, this fake orphan, was about to be depressed by two people who had really lost their families.
However, Peter and Gwen were both sensitive people, and they both noticed Yang Le's strained expression. They guessed that Yang Le was pretending to be strong so that they wouldn't worry.
Yang Le was very tormented on this road. No matter how hard he tried to liven up the atmosphere, the atmosphere was still weird. He now wanted to become Clockwork and jump back to when everything hadn't started, but of course that was impossible, because he couldn't transform into Clockwork yet.
"Peter and I live in the apartment in front, Habie, do you want to go up and sit for a while?" Gwen suggested, pointing to the apartment in front.
"Come on, Habie, it's almost dinner time, my aunt makes great pie, you have to try it," Peter also looked at him hopefully.
"Not today, it's too late, where I live is not very peaceful at night," Yang Le politely declined Peter and Gwen with an impeccable reason. "In a few days, I will come and visit you."
"That's settled then, by the way, Habie, do you have any contact information? Preferably a cell phone, so you can notify us and we can contact each other," Gwen took out her cell phone from her backpack and prepared to exchange phone numbers with Yang Le.
This made Yang Le very embarrassed, he really didn't have a cell phone, he only had a small broken watch.
Fortunately, Gwen saw his embarrassment, thinking that his boy's self-esteem was at play, and he was embarrassed to say that he didn't have a cell phone, so she wrote her cell phone number on a piece of paper and handed it to him.
"Stay in touch ~" Gwen winked playfully.
"Okay, beautiful lady," Yang Le accepted the note, bowed slightly, and made an awkward gentleman's salute, which made Gwen and Peter laugh.
"Bye, Habie."
"See you next time."
"See you next time."
After saying goodbye to Gwen and them, Yang Le also embarked on the road home after watching Gwen and Peter enter the apartment.
"Did something good happen?"
Gwen and Peter were chatting and laughing as they climbed the stairs, when they suddenly heard a familiar voice from the floor.
"Uncle Ben!" Peter looked up and was surprised to find Ben Parker standing at the entrance of the building with tools in hand.
"Hello Uncle Ben, how was your day?" Gwen greeted Ben politely.
"Not bad, but I think it must not have been as good as yours," Ben replied with a smile.
Peter quickly climbed the stairs, stood next to Ben, and said excitedly: "Uncle Ben, I and Gwen today..."
"Okay, Peter," Ben gently interrupted Peter's words. "Let's talk about it when we get home, blocking the stairs will disturb others, and I think May will be very interested too, by the way Gwen, George told me that he will be back late today, you come to our house for dinner today."
"Okay Uncle Ben, thank you," As a police officer, George Stacy coming home late was commonplace, and Gwen didn't find it strange. "Did my dad say what caused him to come home late?"
"He didn't say, and I'm not convenient to ask, sorry Gwen, you know, your dad's job is special," Ben said apologetically.
"It's okay Uncle Ben, I'm used to it," Gwen waved her hand, pretending not to care, but she was still a little worried.
'May the Lord keep you safe, Dad.' Gwen prayed silently in her heart.
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"All units, the escaped convict Herman has hijacked a bus and is fleeing to Queens, all units pay attention, the fugitive is carrying weapons."
"This is George, the suspect is carrying weapons of mass destruction, requesting support, requesting support," George Stacy, hiding behind a police car, kept calling for help on the walkie-talkie.
"Boom!" With a loud noise, the huge impact overturned the car, and the rolling car hit the police car where George was hiding, and the police car shifted and hit George, staggering him.
"fk! My back!" George felt a dull pain in his back, the area in front of him was already a mess, Herman was wearing a pair of strange gauntlets, the gauntlets released a huge shock wave, hitting the police who came to arrest him so they didn't dare to show their heads.
However, although Herman had those strange gauntlets, he was still made of flesh and blood, and the police's guns could still pose a threat to him. The police surrounded and intercepted him, forcing him into a jewelry store.
The good news is that Herman is trapped, the bad news is that there are people in the jewelry store, and he now has hostages.
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"This job should be left to Captain America," George said through gritted teeth.
Support arrived quickly, seven or eight police cars surrounded the jewelry store. A policeman holding a loudspeaker kept trying to persuade Herman to surrender.
Unfortunately, the only response he got was the screams of the hostages in the jewelry store and a shock wave.
Yang Le stood on the roof of the building looking at the mess below.
"Super villains have appeared, how can heroes run away from the battle?" Yang Le whistled and slowly raised his left hand wearing the Omnitrix.
"Omnitrix! Activate!"
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"Wuwuwu…" Betty squatted in the crowd and sobbed softly, and many ladies next to her had their makeup ruined.
She felt that today was the worst day of her life. She was about to get off work when a man in prison clothes with strange gauntlets suddenly broke in, knocked down the security guards in the store at once, and then held all the people hostage and confronted the police.
"Stop TM crying!" Herman shouted sternly, and the crowd, which was still whispering, suddenly became quiet.
Herman was very anxious now. Originally, his prison break plan was perfect, but other gangs and people who didn't deal with him discovered his plan and reported him. Helpless, he had to break out of prison early, which disrupted all his plans.
He tried his best to escape from prison, but now he was blocked in the jewelry store, and he had to find a way as soon as possible, otherwise he would have to go back to prison soon.
"You, come here." Herman pointed to Betty, who was hiding in the corner, and shouted. The energy of the gauntlets was running out, and if this continued, he would be exhausted here. He was preparing to take hostages and force a breakthrough.
"No! Sir, please," Betty felt dizzy and desperately wanted to shrink back into the crowd, and the people next to her distanced themselves from her, and soon a space was cleared with her as the center.
"Stop TM talking nonsense, come here quickly." The dwindling energy was like a countdown, making Herman even more furious, and he directly reached out to grab Betty, who was constantly begging for mercy.
Just as Herman's hand was about to grab Betty, a thick and powerful vine bound his hand and stopped him.
"This is illegal! Come with me to surrender!" Yang Le, transformed into Swampfire, looked down at Herman from a high position.
