Chapter 705

"Where is the meeting place?"

Parker lay prone on the sedan.

He looked up at the man with the permed hair, his face full of anticipation.

The man with the permed hair said indifferently:

"Can I give you a piece of advice?"

Parker tilted his head in confusion.

"You need to improve in this regard."

Parker changed his posture.

He crossed his arms and leaned against the sedan.

"I don't understand; actually, I'm very scary."

The man with the permed hair was no longer prepared to continue talking to him.

"The location is the Staten Island Ferry, at 11 o'clock."

At this moment, there wasn't much time left until 11 o'clock.

Parker suddenly felt a bit anxious in his heart and hurriedly ran outward.

"The web on your hand will dissolve in two hours."

"No way, hurry up and get this off."

"Wait for two hours; this is what you deserve."

"This is what you deserve, you criminal, goodbye criminal, sir."

Parker left directly.

Leaving the man with the permed hair speechless by himself.

Many viewers were also laughing like crazy at Parker's hilarious interrogation mode.

"Still too young."

"But this is even more dangerous; he's going to pursue that group of bad guys all by himself."

"No wonder Tony is always thinking about giving him help; he really can't do it without helping him."

"Parker is so funny."

"That's enough, what were you all doing when you were 14? You were all probably playing in the mud, damn it!"

"Yeah, Parker is saving lives!"

The scene shifted to the location of the port.

Parker's spider silk stuck to the high-rise buildings.

With a spin, he jumped to the ground.

It was almost 11:00, and he had to catch up to that ferry quickly.

And at this very moment, a huge.

Orange-yellow ferry had already begun to sail out of the port.

Parker jumped off the balcony above.

In the process of falling.

He spread his arms directly to open that thin membrane.

He glided rapidly toward the ferry.

Just as he was about to fall into the seawater.

He grabbed with both hands, touching the outside of the ferry.

He stuck to it directly.

The thrilling scene made even him gasp for air.

"Not bad."

Sticking to the ferry, he quietly crawled toward the glass on the side.

At this moment, he could see many people sitting inside the ferry.

"Alright, Karen, activate enhanced reconnaissance mode."

Karen responded:

"No problem."

Suddenly, various images popped up in his field of vision.

He zoomed in on the photos of the bald man and the others.

At the same time, the voices of several people echoed in his ears.

Parker said:

"I hate this guy."

"He's the person from under the bridge that day, across from him? Who is that person?"

Karen responded:

"There is no record of him in my criminal database."

Just then, the bald man stood up from his seat and walked outside.

And in his field of vision.

Another person turned his head to look.

"Call from May Parker, do you want to transfer it to your head-up display?"

Parker refused:

"I can't answer the phone right now, call her back later."

As soon as he finished speaking, that small spider on his chest.

Crawled over to the top of his head.

"Hey, little drone, help me keep an eye on that guy."

"This time we can't let anyone get away."

The little spider drone hovered into the air.

Watching the few people on the other side of the city from the edge of the glass.

Parker himself crawled along the outside of the ferry to the position above.

He could just see what that group of people was doing on the platform below the ferry.

Enhanced reconnaissance mode.

Quickly displayed the information of several people.

"Who is that person on the left?"

Karen said:

"Maikejiagai."

"He has a long criminal record, including murder."

"Do you want me to activate instant kill mode?"

Karen judged, thinking Parker was going to kill the criminals.

Parker hurriedly refused:

"No, Karen, don't suggest instant kill mode."

Although he wanted to catch these criminals.

He didn't want to kill these people.

On the ferry platform below.

The bald man walked past the criminal as if nothing had happened.

And said a few words:

"White pickup truck."

The people on both sides seemed to have no communication.

But the bald man told the other party the information they wanted.

Suddenly, one person walked toward where the car was.

He could hear this sentence.

He hurriedly called the drone.