Karl had been very depressed these days. George asked him to apologize to the principal when he disagreed. Naturally, he refused with a stiff head, and the two had a lot of trouble over this.
After returning to school, the teachers and classmates looked at him with a different meaning. Later, I heard others say that it was the principal who announced on the radio that the establishment of anti-bullying organizations was not allowed, and claimed that Vision High School had a good atmosphere. No students were bullied at all.
Karl was very angry when he heard that. Although he secretly set up an anti-bullying organization, he felt very unhappy that this matter was not done openly.
He admitted that he originally established this organization with the idea of testing the school management, but he did not expect the results to be so disastrous.
He thought for a long time and finally could only sigh.
What can he do?
Vision High School is one of the best private high schools in Queens, and they are not strict with ordinary families. As long as they are good enough, they can enter, and there is even a scholarship. If he does it just to slap the principal in the face, Some things are likely to affect these students.
Alas, the adult world is full of compromises.
Karl hated the word compromise the most. Just as the new suit had been upgraded and he could test the waters, Karl just wanted to vent his anger.
As soon as get out of class ended, Carl and Gwen stood up and went their separate ways.
The two are now so skilled that they can understand each other's thoughts with just one look.
"Make up a reason for me."
"good."
Karl could only be glad that he had found a caretaker early, and no one would doubt the Chinese restaurant he often went to.
He walked out of the campus, put on his battle uniform, picked up his cell phone and looked at what big jobs New Yorkers were doing.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned on his phone, he saw a shadow flying over his head.
He looked up and immediately locked onto that figure.
Vulture, right? How dare you fly over my head at any level?
The decision is yours!
Karl stretched out his hand and shot out the spider silk, which immediately wrapped around the vulture's leg, and he lifted Karl up.
Karl was swaying below, and the electricity on his arms surged, following the special spider threads to the vulture.
The vulture didn't feel anything at all. With the annoying thing called Electro-Optical Man around, who among these people wouldn't design some electric-isolating combat uniforms?
Even that damn fat guy Doctor Octopus is equipped with an isolation device.
When Karl saw that it was ineffective, he couldn't help but cursed: "The evil person!"
He dug out his back and took out a half-meter-long short stick. The top of the stick was pointed at the vulture. The vulture felt a jolt, and subconsciously lowered its head a little, feeling a stream of heat flying over his head. His bald head only felt a burning pain.
"You're not Spider-Man!" Vulture yelled, "Who the hell are you?"
"Are you okay? Who said I was Spider-Man?" Carl skillfully took out the second spider silk and watched the vulture break his special spider silk and hang it to another building. He couldn't help but complain. Said: "Do you have something that can cut spider silk with just one hand?"
"Nonsense! That little spider is so annoying!" The vulture looked at it in mid-air for a while and complained: "Aren't you some strange creature like a Spider-Man fan?"
"You're right, I'll reward you with a big treasure!" Karl raised his right hand, and the nanoparticles constructed a cannon barrel on his arm, and then shot out balls one after another.
Karl watched the ball launch and said, "Viv, record the effect of the stink bomb."
"Recording the effect of the first use of stink bombs." A pleasant female voice came to Karl's ear. This was proof of Karl's hard work these days. With the super intelligence given by the observer's eye, he copied out the words in a short time. I got a useful artificial intelligence and named it Viv.
The vulture's big wings blocked his way, but it wasn't a bomb.
Those projectiles hit the vulture's iron wings and exploded immediately, turning into thick smoke that surrounded him.
Viv began to record: "According to the current situation, the smoke concentration is sufficient, and the thermal imaging camera is basically unable to penetrate the special smoke. The odor content in the smoke reaches the standard, and the projectile fragments have adhered to the vulture, ensuring that the smoke does not spread out."
"So it seems to be working well so far?" Karl looked at the vulture in the stinky smoke, twitching like it was seriously ill, followed by a burst of violent vomiting.
Karl had to lament that he had really made the right move with this stink bomb.
Since the last time Matt smelled the smell without changing color, Carl decided to increase the dosage of the drug so that people would regret coming to this world after just one whiff.
However, increasing the dosage of the drug means increasing the dosage of the drug. Carl has never experimented with its effect. Now that he sees it, the effect is remarkable!
"Not bad, not bad, marked with three stars. It's a Noble Phantasm to fight against people like vultures without helmets."
Carl thinks that the Vulture is not a qualified villain. You are already wearing full body armor, will you die if you put on a helmet?
Everyone involved in the underworld knows what will happen if you don’t wear a helmet when fishing. You, an anti-social element, don’t know the consequences of not wearing a helmet?
He saw the vulture flying around in the sky like a headless fly. The fragments of projectiles stuck to his body were constantly attracting the surrounding poisonous gas to follow him. The vulture seemed to have been added with a special effect of fifty cents. It was with a puff of smoke.
"Almost." Carl threw a rope and tied the vulture's wings directly. This trick was learned from Batman.
He hurried to the vulture, took out a small vacuum cleaner to suck up the smoke, and then took out the potion and sprinkled it on the vulture.
Well, the main thing is to protect the environment, everyone is responsible!
The vulture had never felt that the air in America was so sweet. He retched and sucked in the air fiercely. He looked at the white figure walking over and felt hatred in his heart.
"Who the hell are you? Ugh!"
"No, you don't even know me?" Karl was very dissatisfied. He managed to kill the most powerful gangster in New York in his debut, but when he went out and asked, no one knew who he was.
No one knew who I was before I killed Matt, and no one knew who I was after I killed Matt. So didn't Matt Murdock's death be in vain?
"Remember! I am the hero who killed Matt Murdock!" Karl stepped on the vulture's face mercilessly: "Do you know who I am now?"
"woo woo woo woo!"
Carl raised his feet, and the Vulture cursed first, and then said: "Didn't Spider-Man kill Matt Murdock?"
"Are you bloody brain-drenched?" Listening to the sharp electronic sound, Vulture wanted to stuff all his vomit into his mouth, because Carl said: "If Spider-Man is willing to kill, what kind of person like you?" Can trash survive until now?"
