Transformers in comics

Chapter 8 Ah, boy...

The Bugle Daily mobilized all departments, all departments joined forces, and the leaders of all major departments gathered together and kept in touch.

On this day, the Jiaojiao Daily’s action efficiency was unprecedentedly high. They temporarily printed a new edition of the newspaper and publicized it regardless of the cost, attracting a large number of pedestrians to buy it, and many netizens came here especially to log on to the Jiaojiao official website to check the news.

There are more people who are curious, and everyone is curious, and the final result is that everyone is the same again.

But Spider-Man really caught fire.

Take a look at the manuscript written by James, an old guy. He wrote enthusiastically: "Spider-Man has never been arrogant, and unscrupulously exercised his rights outside the law. Arrogant and conceited, a mess of what the police are supposed to do.

Until he met the Mechanic—please allow me to call this mysterious mutant who appeared in the crisis, Spider-Man was completely shocked...

……

The meeting with the little spider was just a chance encounter, a pure coincidence, even Downey himself was surprised.

Since burying his parents' coffin with his own hands and presenting a bouquet of flowers in grief and tears, Downey declined another invitation from S.H.I.E.L.D. and drove alone to the Empire State Building on a motorcycle.

As one of the famous attractions in New York, the Empire State Building attracts tens of thousands of tourists every year.

Downey and his parents had boarded here, just the day before the accident.

At that time, the three of them were just like they are now, quietly watching the scenery from the top, quiet, comfortable, flat, and complete.

In an instant, a gust of wind blew gently, gently pulling up a strand of Donnie's hair, and it fluttered in the air.

This is his second and last time on the Empire State Building.He would never, ever set foot in that place again.

This is a farewell to the past, a personal burial of the past.

From this moment on, the old one has completely died, leaving only seemingly insignificant memories, like the most precious jewels, sealed deep in Downey's mind.

Downey walked slowly into the underground parking lot where he had parked his motorcycle.

In the corner of the underground parking lot, there were still some cars, people could be seen faintly, and they were waiting for him specially.

Numerous big and small forces and caring people used various means to silently watch, no one spoke, and no one reminded.

"Before I do anything, let me ask just to be on the safe side, does anyone else want to leave here?" Downey stopped and said slowly.

This is a real world, there are countless dangerous ability users and evil organizations, some people choose to do it, and there is no chance to regret it.

Isn't a top agent in the establishment like Coulson wandering on the edge of life and death many times?

Countless people are silently watching, thinking about some things and making plans.

People pay attention to Downey through various channels, wanting to see what he will do.

Downey raised his head, looked at the people in the parking lot who got up quietly and approached him quietly, and finally showed a ferocious smile...

(End of this chapter)