Parker was walking on the streets of New York, recalling the experiences of the past few days, and felt a sense of unreality. To be fair, he was very happy with Russell and Deadpool, and it could even be said that he had never been so happy.
Regarding Russell's invitation to join the team, it would be false to say that he is not impressed, after all, the treatment is so good.
It is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality. Now he is asked to live in a single apartment, and he rejects it from the bottom of his heart.
He doesn't mind continuing to be a hero and shining a light for those in need, but he doesn't want to live such a miserable life. He wants to be like Russell and enjoy the colorful world while being a superhero.
Thinking of this, Parker made up his mind, found a phone booth on the roadside, and contacted Aunt Mei. He didn't say much, except that he would go on a long trip recently and would be back in a while.
Aunt May didn't think much about it. Even though Parker's tone was somewhat sad, he was a hard-working person, so being sad was in line with his character. If Parker excitedly said that he won $1 million in lottery tickets, Aunt May would feel abnormal.
"Child, I know you and Jane broke up. I want to go out to relax and have fun. I wish you a happy trip." The phone was hung up and Parker fell into a trance when he heard the blind tone inside.
Mary Jane!
A name that he couldn't let go of a few days ago, but now seems a bit unfamiliar. Parker vaguely remembered that after she lost her job, she found a job as a waitress in a bar.
Parker decided to go over and take a look. The dark side in his heart led him to have two extreme attitudes towards Mary Jane, nostalgia and disgust. So he used to pretend to be a slap in the face and went over to take a look as a farewell.
A poor boy turns into a rich man overnight, and his ex-girlfriend's sugar daddy turns into a liquor salesman. The two meet... This plot was not a bad scene in 2003, but Parker got a little excited when he thought about it.
Diaosi hasn't realized yet that the reason why he has such immature thoughts is because he still cares!
As the camera turned, Parker followed the address in his memory and found the bar where Mary Jane worked. The location was average and not considered prosperous.
After Parker walked in, he asked for a seat in the corner. From his current perspective, the environment of this bar was very bad. The facilities are old, the service quality is poor, and the drinks served are of low quality, not worthy of his millionaire status.
"Sir, would you like something?"
The waitress greeted him with a smile, and she could see that the clothes on Parker were worth a lot of money. If she could trick him into ordering two bottles of expensive wine, she could earn a commission.
"A glass of ice water!"
Not finding the high-end drink he wanted on the menu, Parker followed Russell's example and ordered a low-key, luxurious and connotative drink.
Stingy guy!
The waiter cursed secretly, and suddenly her face became happy and affectionate, because Parker held a Franklin between his hands and handed it to her.
"Beauty, my tip for you is more ice and less water."
"Please wait a moment, I'll be back soon."
Parker enjoys all this very much. Money makes him respected, and he becomes more determined to say goodbye to his previous hard life.
At this time, the bar's resident band changed its style. Mary Jane, wearing an evening gown, walked onto the stage, picked up the microphone and began to sing.
Life was not easy. In addition to being a waiter, cleaner, wine salesperson, and warehouse manager, Mary Jane also worked part-time as a resident singer. As the leading heroine of the Grand Theater, it was a piece of cake to sing a few popular love songs.
To be honest, Mary Jane's singing skills are very good. Because the theater cannot lip-sync, she developed a good voice and soon received a round of applause.
"Sir, your ice water!"
The waitress walked over quickly, held out the ice water with both hands, stood beside Parker with a smile, and pointed out the need for service, but she ignored him.
If you want her warm service, no problem, just tip $20 first.
"This female singer sings well. This is my tip for her. Send it to her." Parker took out a stack of American knives from his arms, ordered ten and threw them to the waiter.
"Please wait!"
In the United States, it is very suspicious for a person to carry a bunch of American knives with large denominations when he goes out. But the waitress didn't care about this and recognized that Parker was the son of a wealthy family, and the pile of beautiful knives was his pocket money today.
When the thousand dollars was delivered to the stage, the atmosphere in the bar instantly became lively. People whistled at Parker, thinking that he was very likely to take away the resident singer tonight.
Mary Jane looked disheveled. After seeing Parker, she felt that the knife in her hand was extremely heavy, causing several notes in a row to be out of tune. This fully illustrates...
She really sings!
The waitress returned with a smile. Parker smiled coldly at the stage, raised his hand to wrap around her waist, and pulled her into his arms.
This time, Mary Jane's face turned even darker. The pleasure of revenge fascinated Parker. He took out the knife and stuffed it into the waiter's collar one after another.
No more, no less, exactly ten!
On the stage, Mary Jane finished singing the song with tears in her eyes, lowered her head and hurried backstage.
Don’t ask, just ask and you’ve loved it!
Seeing Mary Jane's tears, Parker felt like a basin of cold water was being poured from his head to his toes. He pushed the waiter away indifferently and walked out of the bar with a depressed figure.
The rain falling over New York City foreshadowed Parker's mood at this time. Thinking of Mary Jane's tearful look, he felt a lot of discomfort in his heart.
"God, what am I doing..."
when! when! when----
At the corner of the bar, on the church bell tower, the wind swept the bells.
Parker subconsciously raised his head and saw the cross standing on the top of the church. He felt his heart tremble. He touched the black spider uniform in his shirt, his eyes flickering.
He wants to be quiet!
…
In the church, unemployed young man Eddie sat in the church, full of piety and awe, begging God to appear and let Peter Parker die in a car accident.
Eddie was the photojournalist who used fake photos to smear Spider-Man. During that time, Parker was possessed by venom and was as petty as Luo... When he learned that he had been blackmailed, he retaliated decisively and published Eddie's scandal. The publicity made him famous in New York, and he could no longer survive in the journalist circle.
Eddie lost his job, lost his girlfriend, lost his stable income and was kicked out by his landlord. He had no choice but to beg God to reveal himself.
At this moment, the bell tower sounded bursts of bells, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes light, sometimes heavy...
Eddie leaned over. Due to the qualities of a professional paparazzi, he felt that there were hundreds of millions of dollars involved. It's a pity that he has been blacklisted by the reporter circle, otherwise he can still make a small amount of royalties by publishing gossip news.
Next, Eddie saw an incredible scene. There was a naked man taking off his clothes on the bell tower. When he's wearing clothes, that man is Spider-Man, but when he takes off his clothes, he becomes his archenemy, Peter Parker.
Eddie finally understood why he, the black Spider-Man, was bitten by Parker like a mad dog, because Parker was Spider-Man.
Eddie hates it so much. You are Spider-Man. You told me earlier. Let’s work together to make money by posing for photos. One has the skills and the other has the style. Why bother beating me to death with a stick!
In addition to hatred, there is also envy. He also wants to be Spider-Man. It's impossible to be a hero, he just wants to gain great power and then do whatever he wants.
The venom adhered to Parker's body, and he was disgusted by the host and refused to leave. It's a bit embarrassing to say that he spent time with Russell day and night in the past few days, and he didn't dare to make a sneak attack several times.
It's scared!
Venom decided to endure it first and wait for Parker to swell before taking revenge. As a result, Parker did swell, but in the wrong direction, and he actually tried to get rid of it.
Without me, how can you become stronger and how can you fight fifteen people!
Venom didn't want to let go, but because of the vibration of the bell tower, his whole body was exhausted, and he was peeled off little by little, dripping on Eddie, the onlookers.
At the same time, on the roof of the apartment building far away from the church, two figures stood in the rain, Russell and Deadpool.
"Man, why are you only holding an umbrella for yourself and letting me get wet in the rain?" Deadpool said dissatisfied.
The two stood side by side, the rain separated on Russell's head, and he was soaked in the rain. That's not the point. Russell didn't hold an umbrella for him, but it rained more on his head than in other areas.
"Wade, I'm setting the mood for you. A cloudy and rainy day is suitable for people who are heartbroken."
Russell glanced at Deadpool: "You're right, Parker is really gone and never coming back. What should we do next?"
"There is a kind of love called letting go. If you don't get it, wish him happiness. If Parker doesn't want it, forget it!"
"Hey, you are so open-minded?" Russell was very surprised, thinking that Deadpool would say that if he didn't get it, he would destroy him.
Deadpool looked at Parker on the clock tower, who had lost his venom and regained his life, and sighed: "This is the Spider-Man I like. That silly boy two days ago... I can't arouse any interest in him!"
