All the superheroes I played are revived [Comprehensive Yingmei]

Putting on the hood, although in his current state of mind he couldn't quite understand why the little spider suddenly relaxed and looked relieved, but at least he understood that this kind of reaction meant that he had done nothing wrong just now. .

Dan, who has not fully recovered his memory, is in a very embarrassing situation.The memory is mixed with true and false, and he himself can't remember what those distorted memories should have looked like; the emotion is unprecedentedly cold, and Dan, who had studied emotion in the human world before, had to renovate again. It is difficult for him to feel empathy now, and it is naturally difficult for him to think of the correct response at this time.

"Uh, sorry, I misunderstood you just now." The little spider scratched his head and stood up, "What's your name? I've never seen you before. Are you a mutant? A superpower? An alien?"

Dan remained silent: "..."

He... should not be counted.

Dan's face was covered by the hood, and the little spider finally got out of the stammering dilemma: "Don't you know? It's okay, I didn't know what was going on at the beginning...emmm, Well, I have to admit that I still haven't figured out whether I'm a mutant or a superpower..."

"I'm sorry to talk about it later, I have to see the situation of the old store manager!" The little spider said quickly, and shot out two spider threads, firmly grasping the bearded man and the store clerk, and glanced at the sky. As expected, the RoboCop, who arrived late and failed to catch up with the crime, rushed into the jewelry store, "Old shop—wow!"

The little spider was taken aback by the black hood that suddenly appeared in front of him.

Dan lowered his head, and the pearly white, strangely lustrous smoke flowed from his fingertips, drifting all the way into the old shopkeeper's bleeding wound.

The wound healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, the bullet was squeezed out of the new flesh, and fell to the ground with a "click".

"Oh—Peter. Is this New York's new superhero? I feel like you're about to be laid off," Ned said, sipping on a Coke.

"Hey!" Little Spider protested softly, he raised his head, his white eyes widened expectantly on the mask, "What's your name?"