Chapter 2962 Leisure Time (VI)

Chapter 2936 Leisure time (6)

"Thank you very much. I will notify Laboratory 32 immediately. They have been urging me for a long time. Okay, bye."

Tim put down the phone. Not long after, there was a knock on the office door. When he saw the appearance of the person, Tim was stunned for a moment.

"What's wrong with you?" A hand waved in front of him. Tim shook his head and said, "It's nothing. I thought all the researchers here were Peter Parker."

"Are you new here? Most of the researchers here are indeed Peter Parker, but I'm Gwen."

"Are you Spider-Man too?"

"Of course, Miles was actually supposed to be here, but he was in a hurry to leave before finishing his homework, so I came here to run an errand for him. Where are the newly arrived reagents?"

"Over there, take it to the 22nd floor and give a box to Laboratory 32, Laboratory 33 and Laboratory 36. If there are more, don't move them back. Just put them in the warehouse on the 22nd floor."

Gwen Spider-Man nodded, but turned back a little curiously and asked: "Why are you responsible for receiving the reagents? Generally, newcomers are not assigned such an important task."

"Of course it's because I performed well." Tim said a little proudly. Seeing Gwen's suspicious eyes, he could only sigh and said: "Originally, I was working as a assistant in Mr. Stark's laboratory, and he thought I was too noisy. Yes, just kicked me out.”

Gwen Spider-Man looked him up and down and said: "Can you enter Mr. Stark's laboratory? Which university did you graduate from? Have you produced any remarkable results before?"

"None of them." Tim shook his head and said decisively: "I am a related household."

"This is interesting. Who can have the dignity to put you directly into Mr. Stark's laboratory?"

"Dr. Schiller."

"That's okay."

Just as Gwen Spider-Man was about to leave, Tim answered the phone. After hanging up the phone, he said: "There seems to be something wrong with the storage records on the 22nd floor. Let me go down with you."

Spider-Man Gwen didn't say anything, and she moved the box and was about to leave, but Tim acted like a gentleman and helped her get some, but the box was so heavy that he almost pulled his arm off.

Spider-Man Gwen chuckled, weighed the box in her hand very easily and said, "You can't compare this with Spider-Man. You'd better remember it next time."

Tim shook his head helplessly. On the way downstairs together, he asked Spider-Man Gwen a lot about the Spider Army.

"Honestly, I'm very interested in Spider-Man, mainly in the process of you having spider powers. Have you all been bitten by a spider? Is the spider that bit you still alive?"

"I knew you would want to talk about this." Gwen Spider-Man had an expression that did not exceed my expectations. She said: "Basically everyone who knows something about Spider-Man wants to know this, but you may be disappointed. Well, this is not a very rigorous scientific process, to be precise, it is actually magic.”

Gwen Spider-Man introduced Tim to the spider totem, and then said: "Actually, the spiders that bite us are completely different. Some are simply non-toxic species, and some don't even bite, just a formality, but we all Has almost the same superpower.”

Tim was obviously a little disappointed. Gwen Spider-Man continued: "You don't know yet, right? The fighting world has started recently. There is a man named Bruce Wayne in our team. He is very interesting..."

"Wait a minute!" Tim felt his brain was shut down, and he said, "Aren't you Spider-Man? Aren't your team all Spider-Man?"

"Yes, this Bruce Wayne is also Spider-Man, don't you think it's strange?"

"Bruce Wayne can also be Spider-Man?!" Tim was really surprised. He said, "But you are obviously from two universes."

"This process is a bit complicated. Bruce didn't explain it clearly, but it seems that there is a Spider-Man in the universe who gave him the ability."

"Is this something you can give casually?!"

"Of course it's not given casually. Recently, a Spider-Man gave his abilities to Miles, but this must be approved by the Spider Totem."

Spider-Man Gwen carried the box and continued to walk forward, thinking as he said: "We thought that this Bruce Wayne would be as smart as other Batmans, plus Spider-Man's super powers, wouldn't our team Invincible?"

"Isn't it?"

"It's not such a good thing." Gwen Spider-Man snorted and said: "I don't know why, this Bruce who became Spider-Man is not very smart. If I have to say it, he is actually a bit clumsy, and he seems to be too smart. Not as dark as Batman, I think he’s quite normal.”

"It's so strange." Tim sighed. He shook his head and said, "There is nothing very special among my peers."

"Are they all the same?"

"Not really, it seems like some Tim Drakes have a different sexual orientation than me. They seem to be gay."

"It's not that different." Spider-Man Gwen shook her head and said, "My good sisters are also gay, but she is very popular, maybe because she is a drummer."

The two soon arrived at the 22nd floor. Tim went to the warehouse, while Gwen Spider-Man had to deliver things to various laboratories. Before leaving, Gwen Spider-Man also introduced Tim to the Spider APP to let him have nothing to worry about. Go up and have a look.

After Tim finished the work in the warehouse, he took out his phone and started to check. He was really curious about the organizational system of the Spider Army, but because he was an outsider, he couldn't log in.

Tim had to call Schiller to get his Spider APP account, but he didn't expect Schiller to find him for something, so he had to ask for half a day off on the attendance system and returned to Arkham Sanatorium.

"It's like this, Tim, you have handled some work for the Wayne Group, right?"

"Not a lot." Tim shook his head and said, "After Bruce became a doctor, I was in charge of the entire group."

Schiller patted him on the shoulder and said, "I plan to buy a farm in California, mainly for recuperation and socializing. I just called to consult, and their offer is incredibly expensive. Do you have any good ideas?"

"Legal or illegal?"

"You can do it illegally?!"

"Everyone in Gotham will do it. You can find a gypsy to throw manure on their door. I have a formula that will last for three years."

Schiller spit out a mouthful of water, he looked at Tim said: "It's hard to imagine what kind of life you live in Gotham, but I'm a doctor, I can't break the law, so of course I have to use legal means."

Tim sat down, thought for a while and said: "This is a bit troublesome. I'm afraid it's impossible for you to be completely legal. You can only look more legal."

"For example?"

"Relocation of heavily polluted chemical plants, explosion of hazardous chemical tankers, discharge of surrounding nuclear wastewater into the sea, urban rain cloud pollution..."

"Wait a minute." Schiller put down the water cup and said: "I don't want to get the land for free, just a cheaper price."

Tim touched his chin, rolled his eyes up, thought about it and said: "Then only We can rely on public opinion. Do they have any unethical slaughtering behavior? What are the safety measures of the biogas digester? Has the farmer's pet died recently? Is there any place suitable for extreme sports nearby? "

When Schiller heard these questions, he knew what he was going to do, so he cleared his throat and said: "The wicked people in this world are mostly the same. The methods you can think of have already been thought of by wicked ghosts."

Tim looked him up and down and said: "The wicked ghost you are talking about is not you..."

"It's not me, don't talk nonsense!" Schiller denied it at the speed of light, and then said: "People who can own a farm in that place are not fools, there must be someone behind them."

"Don't you have someone behind you?"

"I'm usually the one behind you."

"This is a bit troublesome." Tim touched his chin and said, "If they had encountered this kind of thing before, they would have been prepared, but there should be another way."

Tim touched a piece of paper on the coffee table and wrote as he said, "They have a backer, so they can definitely control the public opinion of traditional media. Even if there are any violations inside the farm, they can't be exposed. But new media is different. Tiktok's anchors dare to go anywhere. If you can create a hot spot and let them gather around, some things will definitely be exposed."

Schiller applauded him.

Tim looked at him with some doubt and said, "You can actually think of it, right? After all, this short video software is a new thing for me, but it's different for you."

"But you are young after all." Schiller said, "How do you think we should create hot spots? Crop circles?"

"That's old-fashioned." Tim sighed and said, "Farm... Farm... Got it! Isn't Pamela studying vegetables that can hit people? Get two cabbages that can hit people, and I guarantee that those anchors will follow them in droves."

"It's wrong to hit people."

"Then don't hit good people." Tim said: "According to what you said, the farms near the West Coast are basically invested by rich people for socializing. Find a gathering of politicians and financial practitioners and throw two cabbages in it. It will improve the stability of human society more than all the superheroes in New York catching thieves in a month." "Genius idea!" Schiller snapped his fingers vigorously and said, "Let's do it!" Pamela in the laboratory received a call. When she heard Tim's request on the other side, she was stunned and said, "Where do you want to throw the cabbage? Did I hear it right? Paris's Love Farm?" Pamela glanced at the The note in the hand of Jason, and then said: "Are they going to hold a party at the beginning of next month to raise funds for the Democratic Party campaign in Los Angeles? There is a congressman named Pralance Ansher?"

"Don't ask me how I know." Pamela looked down at the head of the middle-aged bald man in the information and said: "I'll take this job. What price are you going to offer? No, that's too low..."

Steve, who was chatting with Jason from the classroom to the restaurant, also received a call. He said: "Yes, it's me... Are you short of people to this extent? Assassination? Are you serious? ?”

“I hope you are not making a fuss.” Steve changed the phone and said, “I will send someone to keep an eye on it… Want me to go in person? Don’t tell me that Hydra has sneaked in. Okay, what time is the flight tomorrow?”

After hanging up the phone, Steve looked back at Jason, put the phone back in his pocket, and said, “Emergency mission, fly to Los Angeles at nine o’clock tonight. We received a report from an informant that someone is going to assassinate a congressman at a party held at a farm not far from Los Angeles next month. I have to go and keep an eye on it.”

“Does this require your help?”

"They just saw that I was too idle, so they wanted to find something for me to do." Steve jumped off the bar stool and said, "Go and notify your classmates to gather. This time we're going to use more peaceful means."

Jason made an OK gesture to him and said, "I understand. We'll wait for that politician to be beaten half to death peacefully, and then go out to clean up the mess."

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