Chapter 2733

In the evening, in Stark Tower, Miles threw himself into the sofa and let out a long breath, staring at the ceiling with dull eyes, shouting: "This is too hard, I'm almost exhausted."

Peter was debugging the spider-leg support device behind the Spider-Man suit. He pushed his glasses and said: "Spider ability should bring you energy beyond ordinary people. At that time, I couldn't stay idle for even three minutes. Why are you still shouting tired?"

"I'm not talking about going out to fight, but studying!" Miles shouted, lying on the chair: "I'm really fed up with math problems. I'm not cut out for studying! You can't demand me by the average academic level of Spider-Man. I'm just a poor illiterate..."

"Impossible." Peter refused flatly. He said: "Spider-Man's ability will not only bring you physical strength beyond ordinary people, but also make your thinking speed faster. You should be very suitable for learning."

"But I don't like studying." Miles said: "I don't want to sit in school and listen to lectures, nor do I want to study chemistry and physics, and I don't want to do math problems! Oh my god, I haven't finished my math homework yet..."

"Then go and finish it quickly. There is training tonight." Peter turned his head after debugging the equipment and said: "When can you defeat Sandman, your novice tutorial will be considered passed."

"Is this just a novice tutorial?!"

"Then get a perfect score in math."

Miles bounced off the sofa, and then said: "What about the equipment? I will definitely make that big guy look good tonight!"

Peter handed him the debugged suit, and then said: "You also have to understand that most superheroes have gone to Centaurus, and others are basically busy taking care of children. There are not many superheroes who can accompany you to practice. It is also because Sandman once owed us a favor that he agreed to help you. You must cherish this opportunity."

"Got it." Miles threw the chewing gum into his mouth, waved his hand and said: "Watch it, I will find his weakness tonight, and I will definitely defeat him by tomorrow at the latest."

Watching Miles jump down from the window of Stark Tower, Peter shook his head. He is actually not a good superhero mentor. There is still something to talk about in terms of technology, but he almost never talks to others about life ideals, especially as an elder, he does not have that kind of majesty.

But there is no rush. Miles is still very young and has a lot of room for growth. It is not necessary to rush for this moment. He will always find good partners who belong to him.

Miles just jumped down the building and saw that huge figure from a distance. This guy called Sandman is really difficult to deal with. It's one thing to see him but not be able to hit him. Every time his surprise attack fails, he will use sand to form a mocking expression to laugh at himself, and even use sand to simulate himself being rolled up back then. It's simply despicable.

Miles saw that iconic smiling face again. He took a deep breath and clenched his fists. He already had some clues. New hatred and old hatred are calculated together. He will definitely make this monster look good tonight!

Miles shot a spider web, swung high, and started another chase with the huge sandstorm over Manhattan.

Miles can also be considered a witness to Sandman's madness before. Although he was not the one who subdued this sand, he also heard some clues from other superheroes. If he guessed correctly, Sandman is afraid of water.

But Sandman himself must also know this. He won't run to the water for no reason. Miles also tried water guns, but the power was too small, or he directly blew up the fire hydrant. But the fire hydrant is dead after all, and Sandman can run with legs. He blew it up with his front foot, and he ran away without a trace with his back foot.

Miles knew he had to set up a scene where Sandman had to come into contact with water. How to do it, he only had some ideas today.

To force such a big monster back by water, ordinary wells or reservoirs are definitely not enough. It is best to be a natural water body. New York is by the sea, but a better choice is the Hudson River. Although it is not a big river, it is enough to interfere with Sandman's actions.

Miles rushed towards the Hudson River at high speed. Sandman chased behind him, seemingly seeing through his plan, chasing tighter and tighter, constantly firing arrows made of sand to interfere with his actions.

Miles dodged flexibly and finally arrived at the bank of the Hudson River. A spider web shot at the building on the opposite bank and swung over, watching Sandman stare on this side of the dark.

Miles stood on the building opposite, shook his shoulders, twisted his butt, and even made a face at Sandman with his spider mask. But the next second, the tornado-shaped Sandman accumulated power, jumped into mid-air, and then scraped to the opposite bank like a gust of wind, landing in front of Miles.

Miles was stunned. He ran away. Sandman would not give him such an opportunity. After re-condensing his figure, he swung his huge arm and grabbed him. After putting him in front of his face, he showed an evil smile.

"Since being trapped by water last time, I have practiced for a long time. You are still far behind, kid." Sandman smiled, shook Miles hard, threw Miles into the sky again, and then caught him with his hand.

Miles was shaken into a mess and was about to vomit. He wanted to break free from Sandman's big hand, but Sandman didn't compete with him at all. As soon as Miles exerted force, the sand retreated, but when he wanted to run out, the sand condensed again. He was like a traveler trapped in quicksand, the more he struggled, the deeper he sank.

Miles under the mask showed a bitter face. He knew that being a superhero was not so simple. He planted today, but now he has caught Sandman's new weakness. He will wait for him tomorrow!

Sandman also felt that bullying children was a bit boring. He shook Miles again. Just before he intended to put Miles down, a green light broke through the air and hit Sandman's arm straight.

The sand on the arm scattered, and Miles took the opportunity to fall to the ground. After rolling on the ground for a few times, he looked up at the sky in disbelief.

Sandman's huge figure covered half the sky, but Miles was not looking at him, but a bright figure flying up from the back. He was wearing a retro armor, his cloak moved with the wind, and the key was the helmet that was emitting infinite mysterious light in the night sky.

Miles recognized him and shouted his name—"Mysterio!!!!!"

"Oh my god, it's Mysterio!" Miles's shout was also the voice of most of the onlookers who were awakened. This is a super hero who saved the space station! People started taking out their phones to shoot.

Sandman, whose arm was beaten away, turned his head and saw a figure floating in the air. He thought, what's going on? Peter didn't tell him there was this link? Is this another novice hero who needs training?

Sandman didn't know what was going on, so he didn't dare to act rashly. Who knew that Mysterio raised his hands, countless flames ignited, and a fire dragon flew towards Sandman.

Sandman felt the heat and hurriedly scattered the sand. The fire dragon passed through and hit the highway, directly uncovering the asphalt road surface. Two ladies returning home late at night were almost hit by fragments.

Miles was stunned. He hurriedly rushed over, a spider web stuck to a piece of debris, turned over, kicked away another piece, walked to the two ladies and said: "Are you okay? Hide quickly."

Without him saying, the onlookers scattered, screaming and hiding towards the buildings next to them. But Mysterio seemed to be completely unaware. One moment it was a fire dragon, the next it was an ice cone, and countless lasers kept hitting the road and the buildings on the street.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" Sandman roared.

New York State has a superhero property damage compensation act. Even if it is to save people, as long as you cause large-scale building damage, you have to pay. If you accidentally hurt people, you will pay more.

Even with the approval of Peter and Nick, Sandman and Miles were just playing chase in the city. One person catching the other is considered the end. They didn't dare to really fight, otherwise neither of them could afford the loss.

Is this Mysterio crazy? This road will cost at least 500,000 US dollars! The two buildings next to it look like they have some years. As long as it exceeds 70 years, it is compensated according to the cultural relic specifications. This laser goes down for millions of US dollars!

Crazy, crazy, really crazy! Sandman had never seen a madman who didn't take money as money.

The other party is crazy, but he is not crazy. He has a bad temper, not a bad brain. If he dares to do it with Mysterio like this, when S. H. I. E. L. D. assesses the damage the next day, he will bear at least 30% of the compensation. Don't say 30%, he can't afford 3%! Run quickly!

Sandman turned his head and ran. Not only that, he also took away all the sand that fell during the fight with Miles, determined not to leave any physical evidence that could be assessed.

Before leaving, he didn't forget Peter's explanation. He picked up Miles. He knew that this child also came from the slums. Why should the poor make things difficult for the poor? They have money, let them pay. Let's run!

Miles actually realized the seriousness of the matter, but he was worried that the people around him would be accidentally injured, so he didn't run.

When he was grabbed by Sandman, he hadn't reacted yet, but soon, the amount he might have to pay after being involved in this matter was like the starting gun of a 100-meter race. Miles felt that even if Bolt came now, he couldn't catch up with him. Run!

Two poor ghosts ran to the edge of the Bronx in one breath, all panting, and after looking at each other, they all saw the luck of surviving in each other's eyes.

Sure enough, within ten minutes, they saw S. H. I. E. L. D.'s helicopter flying over there.

And Mysterio, who slowly put down his hands, thought, sure enough, this so-called sandstorm and Spider-Man are just flower frames made by the Stark Group, and they are not even as scary as the monsters made by his special effects equipment. They ran away after only one laser.

Now the public should see who is the real hero, Mysterio thought, and slowly landed on the roof.

Then he heard the movement of the helicopter, looked up, and saw five helicopters with S. H. I. E. L. D. logos parked above his head.

Humph, S. H. I. E. L. D. is indeed a hindsight, Mysterio thought disdainfully, they only showed up after the monster ran away. Forget it, after all, it is an official organization, so he will give them some face.

He nodded very politely and reservedly to the agents on the helicopter with the cabin door open, feeling that he had a high-man style.

Just when he was about to leave, he saw the agent pick up a pen and write something. A piece of paper drifted down with the wind and happened to fall in front of Mysterio. Mysterio reached out and caught it.

I saw it written on the paper: "Superhero Damage Compensation Form:

Superhero Mysterio destroyed a total of one street road, three cultural relic protection-level building exterior walls, and one cultural relic protection and building structure. The preliminary estimated loss is about 4.82 million US dollars. The influence is bad, the maximum penalty is imposed, and the additional fine is 60% of the loss.

Please go to the nearest bank within three working days to pay the loss compensation and fine. Penalty issuer: Natasha Romanoff, Level 8 Agent of the Homeland Strategic Defense, Attack and Logistics Support Bureau."

After throwing the fine down, Natasha picked up the phone and said: "Hello? Schiller, it's done."

Then she said with some hesitation: "I have no opinion on other things, but isn't it a bit immoral for you to urgently send the buildings on this street to cultural relic protection buildings overnight?"

"Share half with you."

"Then I think this street is still quite historically valuable."