Furthermore, Nagini didn't even say anything, so they were nothing!
Watching the police car leave, Section Chief Marr let out a sigh of relief. He couldn't imagine what it would mean to his family if he was really arrested.
But looking at Ben Parker not far away, Marco's eyes flashed with confusion and confusion. "Why did you help me?"
Why?
Why did he help a robber?
Marr wasn't the only one who didn't understand, even Nagini's eyes flashed with confusion.
Facing the two's confusion, Benpak calmly shook his head. He looked at the tall middle-aged man in front of him, his eyes flashing with sincerity: "I can feel that you're not a bad person.
You just met with some difficulties, so you had no choice but to do this. "
Benpak's voice was not imposing, but his calm words contained shocking power!
Marr's eyes flashed, as if he had touched the softest part of his heart. Looking at the other party's sincere and clear eyes, he didn't know whether to explain or defend himself. Marr subconsciously said: "Sir, I'm sorry.
My daughter is sick, and I need money to cure her, but I don't have that much money. "
Beside him was the absent-minded Nagini. He could clearly feel that his current state was somewhat abnormal. More accurately, when Benpak was defending Marr, Nagini's expression had started to change.
For example, right now, he was frowning, his eyes flashing with thoughts, as if he was thinking about something important.
But looking at Marr who was about to leave, Nagini suddenly raised his head and said: "Give me your handgun."
Marr was stunned, he looked at Nagini in confusion: "What?"
Nagini frowned, his eyes flashing with irritation: "Give me your handgun."
"Oh."
Although he didn't know what Nagini wanted his handgun for, Marr obediently handed it over.
With a flash of light and shadow, a layer of dark blue scales appeared on his slender palm. Looking at the 70% new pistol in his hand, Nagini flicked his fingernails, making a metallic sound.
After a while, Nagini wrote a line of words on the body of the gun: Although he did something wrong, this is a person who deserves to be saved — Nagini Tang.
Beautiful fancy English, coupled with strong and forceful regular script, Najini's signature was always in both Chinese and English. He flicked away the iron shavings on his fingernails and casually tossed the handgun with his signature over. Najini waved his hand impatiently.
"I don't know the details, but this unique pistol should be able to get you an advance payment for the surgery. As for the rest of the question?
You have to deal with it yourself. "
Marco was taken aback. He gratefully accepted the pistol, but after some thought, he was afraid that it wasn't safe, so he put it away carefully. Looking at Najini's impatient expression, Marco said gratefully, "I'm sorry.
"Mr. Nagini, thank you so much."
Don't underestimate this signature. Because Nagini's identity as a superhero was exposed, Nagini's signature was worth at least 30,000 USD on the black market, and it was priceless.
If he met the right buyer, he could easily sell a signature with a special meaning like the one in his hand for hundreds of thousands of USD.
Previously, Marco was still worried about his daughter's surgery fees. With this signature, it could not be said to completely solve the problem, but at least it solved most of the problem.
However, Nagini ignored Marco's grateful gaze. To him, although it was a little fancy, it was essentially a signature.
Instead, it was Benpak who was next to him.
Seeing Nagini looking at him again, Benpak was honestly a little flustered!
He didn't know why Nagini was looking at him. One had to know that in less than five minutes, Nagini had been looking at him for at least three minutes.
When Nagini looked at him for the first time, Benpak was very happy.
When Nagini looked at him for the second time, Benpak was very excited.
When Nagini looked at him for the third time, Benpak subconsciously wiped his face. Was there something on his face?
And now?
As Nagini looked at him again, Benpak didn't know why, but he felt panic in his heart. Just as Benpak was about to ask Nagini if he looked like a friend of his, an anxious voice came from behind.
Peter Parker, who was wearing jeans and a hoodie, ran over impatiently, "You scared me to death, Uncle Ben. I saw so many people gathered around just now. I thought something had happened to you."
Looking at Peter's panicked expression, Benpak, who was about to scold him, finally softened his heart.
He patted Peter's shoulder and pretended that nothing had happened, "With Mr. Nagini protecting New York, how could there be any danger?"
As for Benpak's words?
Because of the spider's senses, the little spider vaguely felt that this matter wasn't as simple as it had imagined. But looking at Nagini next to him and Uncle Ben who didn't want to say more?
Peter thought for a moment and looked at Nagini with a serious expression, "Although I don't know what happened, I really want to thank you. Although I know it's nothing to you, please let me do something for you."
Do something for me?
Looking at the little spider in front of him, Nagini couldn't help but chuckle. Not to mention the current Nagini, even if it was ten years ago, the little spider might not be able to help him.
Nagini subconsciously wanted to refuse, but looking at Benpak next to him, Nagini thought for a moment and finally patted the little spider's shoulder hesitantly, "Lucky little guy, how about helping me protect this city?"
The little spider was stunned. A superhero like Nagini actually wants me to protect New York?
Speaking of which, am I dreaming?
This made him excited and incoherent, "That … Mr. Nagini … How should I put it?
Damn it … I'm a little excited … Actually … "
However, before the little spider could finish speaking, Benpak shook his head helplessly, "Okay, don't say anymore. He's gone."
"Huh?"
The little spider subconsciously looked up and found that there was no one in front of him. Nagini, who was in front of him just now, had long disappeared without a trace. However, the little spider wasn't disappointed. Instead, he waved his fists excitedly, "Cool!
Superheroes are so cool! "
Cool?
Benpak shook his head. He didn't think it was cool. As an ordinary person, the only feeling he had was … perhaps incredulity?
Next to him, Peter chattered on about Nagini's heroic deeds, how many people he had saved as a superhero, and how he wanted to be a good person like Nagini in the future.
Benpak shook his head. With a thoughtful look in his eyes, he muttered in a voice that only he could hear, "Good person?
Hmm … He should be considered a good person, right? "
Benpak didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that Nagini wasn't normal.
It was like a candlelight in the darkness. Everyone only saw the light of the candlelight, but ignored the essence of the incomparable darkness behind the candlelight.
Was it an illusion?
Benpak was a little uncertain.
At the same time, at home in Manhattan.
Nagini, who was hiding in the darkness, clenched the vibrantly gold thermos cup in his hand until it made a clanging sound.
After some time, Nagini suddenly opened his eyes.
"Redmond, do me a favor."
"No problem."
"Benpak, about 50 years old, has a nephew named Peter Parker at Midtown High School. I need him to leave New York and never come back."
"You need me to kill him?
It seems that Wilson is better at this kind of thing than I am. "
"I'm warning you, nothing can happen to Benpak!"
"Did he offend you?
He shouldn't have. Offending you … "
Before Redmond could finish, he looked at the phone that hung up. He couldn't help but roll his eyes and curse, "Crazy."