American comics: Playing Spider-Man at the beginning, wandering around and losing contact

Chapter 212 The Calm Before the Storm

NYPD.

Officer York, who had nothing to do, walked into his office. The lush green plants by the window made it obvious that the oxygen in the office was much more abundant than outside. At least, that was the case in the eyes of Officer York who had been busy all day.

He lay back in the soft chair and let out a long sigh.

Now, it is evening.

Outside on the streets, most of the citizens were getting off work, bustling about, making the streets particularly lively.

After resting for a while, Officer York turned around and looked at the scenery outside.

The prosperous scene with people coming and going made him secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

Although New York City has been plagued by disasters, it is often invaded by various enemies, and the streets have suffered great damage as a result.

Or every now and then some mutants would go berserk, lose their minds, and start wreaking havoc everywhere.

Or it could be some aliens, with strange shapes, coming from outer space in high-tech spaceships, threatening to rule the earth.

However, all these conspiracies ultimately failed to materialize.

Because this world has great superheroes.

This is also what Sheriff York has always been looking forward to worshipping.

Who hasn’t thought about flying high into the sky and soaring among the clouds?

The poor rely on mutations, the rich rely on technology, but Sheriff York has no luck with either.

However, this did not prevent him from sitting comfortably in the office with his legs crossed, drinking cheap instant coffee brought by his subordinates.

It was all so pleasant that he forgot that he was in the troubled New York City.

Behind me, the blinds were closed, and a few rays of sunlight shone in through the gaps between the windows, giving me a warm feeling.

This is the last sunlight of the day. It won't be long before it's dark and the light will disappear. However, being able to enjoy the last rays of light is also a happy thing.

In short, because they firmly believe that the sun will rise again tomorrow.

So, all the people in New York City never doubt this, just like they never doubt that superheroes will kill all enemies that can threaten human lives.

Sheriff York opened the newspaper and watched the news while drinking coffee.

This is his inherent way of leisure!

However, after looking at it for a while, he realized that the newspaper in his hand looked familiar.

Seems like it was yesterday?

Damn it! Someone must have forgotten to change it again!

He must fire those guys!
He stood up angrily, ready to settle the score with the reckless guy!

Drop drop!
At this time, the phone rang.

Sheriff York, who was standing at the door, paused. He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided not to answer the phone.

It must be some unlucky person, the cat is hanging on the tree branch, or some naughty kid broke the neighbor's glass...

He has seen this kind of thing many times, so he is not interested in any of it.

Because most people wouldn't look for the sheriff's phone number.

For small matters, you can find a nearby detective.

If it’s a big deal, just go find a superhero or the mayor.

As the sheriff, he often receives irrelevant and random calls.

Thinking of this, he became more confident.

Believe in your thoughts.

That’s right! They must be some idle people with nothing to do!

So, he continued to have faith, put his hand on the door handle, and prepared to push the door open and leave.

However, this movement soon stopped.

For some reason he felt a cool breeze blowing behind him.

He shivered, loosened his hands, and sat back in his seat.

It's really strange...

He muttered to himself, then glanced at the phone which was still ringing.

"Hey!"

Impatient Sheriff York yelled into the phone, his face red and his neck thick.

Although he is from New York, his ancestors were Southern farmers, so he still has some of the temperament and character of Southern Americans.

There was a noisy busy tone on the phone.

It seems that the signal is very bad! This undoubtedly makes Sheriff York even more annoyed!

What is this all about... Can you give him a quick death? If it's something messy, he will definitely put down the phone immediately and continue his rest time!
"Sheriff?... Is it the Sheriff?..."

Finally, a human voice appeared on the phone.

"Of course I'm the sheriff! Who else would I be? Are you the sheriff?"

Sheriff York cursed and was about to hang up the phone.

In the end, he held back.

"What's going on? If you don't tell me, I'm going to punish you!"

"Sheriff...I have important news! A group of monsters suddenly appeared on the street!"

Monster? Are you making a movie?
If it's a mutant, then say mutant.

How about aliens?
What the hell is a monster... such a broad word.

Sheriff York's mouth twitched.

Sure enough, as expected, it was another madman.

"Mr. Sheriff! I beg you to send someone here quickly! Otherwise, we will all die..."

Sheriff York sighed and shook his head.

Monster? That's hilarious.

It seems that he is not just a mental patient, but also a severe mental patient.

Otherwise the tone wouldn't be so similar.

"Sheriff... please... come and save us... otherwise..."

Finally, the almost pleading words stopped.

Sheriff York was stunned.

He seemed to begin to think about the truthfulness of this guy's words.

He stuck his head out and glanced at the street outside.

Nothing happened...

It must be a prank!

After taking this look, Sheriff York became more determined.

These days... even pranks are so low-level?

If I had acted a little more realistically, he might have actually believed it.

Fortunately, he has received professional training.

"If it really is a monster, could you please go find the Avengers? I don't deal with monsters here..."

He yelled into the phone and was about to hang up angrily.

“Wait a minute… ah!”

Before the voice faded away, a wail was heard from the other end of the line.

The wailing sound was so shrill that it made people tremble with fear.

"Good guy..."

Sheriff York hung up the phone and breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he hesitated for a moment.

Then he dialed the phone outside.

He now needs to contact other helpers so that they can transfer their phone lines.

From now on, he doesn't want to deal with such boring things anymore...

“Hello…Hello!”

He yelled into the phone a few times, but no one answered him.

what happened? !
He pushed open the office door and saw that the office area outside was also empty.

There were random pieces of information scattered on the ground.

There were black words on the paper and countless footprints on it.

It can be seen that there is a riot here.

But, Sheriff York knew nothing about all this? !

"What on earth is happening here?!"

(End of this chapter)