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The Green Goblin Skateboard only looks like a skateboard, but it is not a skateboard in the ordinary sense. It is essentially a weapon. .biquge is analogous to tanks and fighter jets...

All three have advantages and disadvantages.

As for the Green Goblin skateboard, it can bear a ton of weight and can fly at a speed of kilometers per hour. The skateboard carries twelve miniature ground-to-ground missiles, a miniature machine gun and five thousand rounds of ammunition.

This is the configuration of Harry's father, the first Green Goblin.

Although he didn't want to upgrade such equipment, Harry still upgraded these devices out of military profits and some ulterior motives.

Faster speeds, heavier payloads, and weapon upgrades.

Weapons were invented for war, and although the positioning of the Green Goblin skateboard is terrible, it can always find a suitable direction for use.

Just like the Green Goblin, he loves this piece of equipment, at least it gives him an advantage on the ground.

The mechanical compartment at the bottom of the Green Goblin's skateboard unfolded, revealing the ground-attack missile. The Green Goblin smiled and used the neural connection device of the Green Goblin armor to give the launch command to the skateboard.

shhhhhh

Four miniature anti-enemy missiles shot out from under the Green Goblin skateboard, and hit the building in front of them in an arc. There was a roaring explosion, sparks and smoke flying everywhere, followed by wailing and calling for help.

The Green Goblin smiled strangely, and flew on the Green Goblin skateboard in front of the building, he didn't care where it was.It doesn't matter here or there, as long as he is happy.

Da da da da

Miniature machine guns rained bullets on the building, glass shattered like sorbet.

It crashed like hail and hit the ground.

The white-collar workers working overtime and the crowd passing by on the road screamed in fear, looking for a hidden place to hide.

The Goblin laughed maniacally, satisfied that their terror was his joy.

"Howl, howl, surrender to me! I am the Green Goblin, and I am your king!"

The Goblin holds his hands up, the chaos seems to be his crown, and he's obsessed with the scene.

And what about Spider-Man?

Spiderman!

"Spider-Man!", he rushed into a certain floor of the building, and grabbed the other party's collar under the panicked face: "Where is Spider-Man! Where is Spider-Man? Tell him, if he doesn't come out, you will all die!"

He grabbed the person and threw him down hard. Fortunately, he was not caught outside, otherwise he would have been turned into meat after this fall.

"Spider-Man? Who is that?" George's face changed after hearing the report from his subordinates.

After hanging up the phone, he glanced at his family members and looked at their questioning expressions. He pretended to be relaxed and said, "A clown is causing trouble. I'll deal with it and I'll be back soon."

His wife, Helen Stacey, smiled: "You are late, there is nothing to eat!"

Gwen looked at his father in confusion; "Spider-Man? Father, is everything really okay?"

"Gwen, trust your father, you have dinner with your mother at home."

He got up and said no more, and left in a hurry.Gwen looked at his father's back suspiciously, and then said to his mother, "Mom, I'll go and see."

Helen held back her son who wanted to follow his father, and said to her daughter, "Gwen, don't worry about your father, eat your meal first."

"Okay, I'll take a look from the balcony." Gwen yelled, and went to the balcony. Even on the upper floor, she could hear the siren of the police car, whining.

She looked down and couldn't distinguish the figure from the colorful lights. She didn't know why she felt uneasy. She didn't think it was just some clown making trouble at night.

She retracted her eyes and said the word Spider-Man to herself. She carefully looked at the door, guarding against when her mother came to call her.

Gwen called Peter: "Peter!"

"Yes, it's me, what happened to Gwen?"

"I just heard your nickname from my father!" Gwen stepped forward and closed the door. She looked for a corner and sat down.

"what happened?"

"I don't know either. He suddenly mentioned this, and then left after saying that he was going on a mission." Gwen sighed: "I'm a little worried about him."

Peter immediately assured: "Gwen, don't worry, your father is the chief of the police, commanding his subordinates, and will not play easily."

"My father is not the kind of person who hides behind, he always takes the lead!" Although she knew it was meant to comfort her, she could sense that it might not mean anything.

Peter hurriedly explained: "I didn't mean that, I meant that your father will be fine!"

"Would your supervisor Coulson agree if you go out like this?" Gwen knew that she just wanted to hear such words, and she felt a little comfortable and changed the subject.

She knew Peter wouldn't leave it alone.

However no response was received.

Gwen was anxious. What had happened? "Peter, Peter?"

"Huh? Uh, I'm here, Gwen, I think I know why your father is out, I promise I will protect your father!"

Peter said something inexplicably in a hurry, and then hung up the phone.

what is going on?Before she could figure it out, she heard her mother shout again: "Oh, my God!"

"Gwen, Gwen!"

"Mom, what's the matter?" She put away her mobile phone and opened the door and walked towards the living room. At this time, a piece of real-time news was playing on the TV.

On the road, the car crashed across the road, blocking the traffic on the road. Next to the car, a plaque fell from the door of a commercial building. The stopped police car beeped, and the policemen arrived behind the door. Hold a pistol to the sky.

Several beams of light in the sky caught the figure flying in the air. The flying guy stepped on some kind of flying prop. The two red tails of the flying prop were very obvious.

The beam of light captured came from a higher sky, and the helicopter's propellers were turning to maintain the current altitude.The fighters on the plane reported the situation to the chief: "No. 01 is already in place, the criminal's figure and appearance have been captured, please issue the next step!"

"Lieutenant Thomas, don't shoot just yet."

"Yes!"

The fighters on three or four helicopters all received the same order.

Peter opened the window on the second floor and jumped out. He flipped his wrist, and the spider silk sprayed out and stuck to the opposite house.Swaying a little, exerting some strength, the whole person flew up to the roof, and he ran fast on the roof. He didn't want to call Coulson—his supervisor.

Although the test was not very successful, Coulson still vouched for him as a backup, but in return Coulson became his supervisor.

He didn't like the term, but Coulson said it was their jargon, which was cool.

He didn't want to call the other party, but the other party called him: "Hi, Peter, are you home?"

"Yes, Coulson, I'm home!"

"you sure?"

"Uh, sure."

"It's very windy over there." Coulson questioned. He was standing outside the command room. There was a display panel in the room, which played information collected by S.H.I.E.L.D., including maps and videos.

People came and went in front of him, coming in and out.

"Uh, I, I'm very hot, you know I'm special, I eat a lot, and I emit a lot of heat."

Peter was dangling among the tall buildings, and the spider silk could not make him dangle like a pendulum clock. If anyone really thought that this gave him the power to dangle in the city, he was wrong.In fact, there is a scientific principle to this.

Peter has been experimenting with this for a long time.

He was distracted thinking about messy things, but his movements were not slow at all, he was almost at the scene of the incident.

He looked back at the police car whining on the road, and he had to think of a reason to excuse Coulson.

But before he could speak, Coulson said in a low voice, "Be careful, don't get hurt by mistake."

Peter nodded in a daze and said, "Okay!"

He hung up his phone and hid it in a secret little pocket of his tights.

"Colson?" A rough voice came from inside

"Yes, sir?" After finishing the call, Coulson turned back to the room and looked at the black man who was looking at him.

"Did you tell Spider-Man?"

"Yes, sir," Coulson replied, but didn't want to continue with the message that Spider-Man had dispatched: "Sir, does Iron Man also need to get in touch?"

"No need, that guy is worrying now, and he will never want to give mouth to the military again, and even want to watch the military's good show." The black bald shook his head, saying that Iron Man would see the military's good deeds, but the fact Iron Man is not the only one who watches military dramas online.

"Hasn't the military ordered the attack yet? What are they waiting for?" Some female agents wondered.

"Hill, did you get through to Mary Osborne?" the black bald head asked again.

"No sir, no connection. Do we need to send someone to check?" Faced with the question from the black one-eyed man, Hill shook his head.

Not only did S.H.I.E.L.D. not get in touch with Mary Osborn, but neither did the military.

At the headquarters, a soldier reported the result, which aroused the anger of the general who is currently controlling the situation.He is friendly to the Osborn Group, but it doesn't mean everyone is friendly. He secretly scolded Osborn for doing something else.

"General, haven't you ordered an attack yet? Do you want to see the dignity of the motherland, the face of the military, and Manhattan, New York, destroyed by this green guy?"

His political opponent said sullenly: "It's still the friendship between the general's scruples and Osborn!"

"Attack," the general ordered, and as he commanded, the helicopters flying above Osborne fired on the Goblin.

The flames were unusually obvious in the night sky, as was the sound of gunfire.

The Green Goblin reacted quickly. He drove the Green Goblin skateboard at the fastest speed, and the tail flame suddenly became thicker and turned crimson, buzzing.

He arced to dodge the bullet.

The Green Goblin circled the building, and then flew diagonally upwards. In order to hit the Green Goblin, the helicopter did not fly too high, which also gave the Green Goblin a chance to fight back.

The Green Goblin skateboard has been upgraded to the present, not only has anti-ground, but also anti-air missiles.

After dangling from the helicopter's bullets, the Green Goblin fired missiles at them.

The radar on the helicopter captured it, and the pilot controlled the aircraft to avoid the missile while preparing to intercept it.

"Jarvis, we're on the move."

"Sir, according to the current situation, you'd better not go out. Ms. Boci has reminded you. For your health, before you find a solution, you should reduce the frequency of use as much as possible."

Iron Man looked at the projected scene, but he didn't listen to it: "You're wrong, Jarvis, the more I should appear at this time."

He walked quickly towards the new generation of Mark Armor: "My speed will be very fast, Little Pepper won't know..."

"Sir, Spider-Man has appeared."