The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 2936 Leisure Time (6)

Chapter 2936 Leisure Time (VI)

"Thank you very much. I will notify Lab 32 right away. They have been urging me for a long time. Okay, bye."

Tim put down the phone. Not long after, there was a knock on the office door. When Tim saw the person coming, he was stunned.

"What's wrong with you?" A pair of hands waved in front of him. Tim shook his head and said, "Nothing. I thought all the researchers here were Peter Parker."

"You're new here, right? Most of the researchers here are indeed Peter Parker, but I'm Gwen."

"Are you Spider-Man too?"

"Of course, Miles was supposed to come over, but he didn't finish his homework and was in a hurry to leave, so I came over to run errands for him. Where are the new reagents?"

"It's over there. Take it to the 22nd floor and give a box to Lab 32, Lab 33, and Lab 36. If there are any extras, don't bring them back. Just put them in the warehouse on the 22nd floor."

Spider-Man Gwen nodded, but turned back with a little curiosity and asked, "Why are you in charge of receiving the reagents? Normally, newcomers are not assigned such an important task."

"Of course it's because I behaved well." Tim said a little proudly. Seeing Gwen's suspicious look, he could only sigh and said, "I was originally helping in Mr. Stark's laboratory, but he thought I was too noisy, so he kicked me out."

Gwen Spider-Man looked him up and down and said, "You can enter Mr. Stark's laboratory? Which university did you graduate from? Have you produced any remarkable results before?"

"Neither." Tim shook his head and said firmly: "I am a relative."

"That's interesting. Who would be so generous as to put you directly into Mr. Stark's laboratory?"

"Doctor Schiller."

"That's okay."

Just as Gwen Spider-Man was about to leave, Tim received a call. After hanging up, he said, "There seems to be something wrong with the storage records on the 22nd floor. I'll go down with you."

Gwen Spider-Man didn't say anything and picked up the box and was about to leave, but Tim was gentlemanly and wanted to help her carry some of the items, but the box was so heavy that it almost pulled his arm off.

Gwen Spider-Man chuckled, weighed the box in his hand and said with ease: "You can't compete with Spider-Man on this, you'd better remember it next time."

Tim shook his head helplessly. On the way downstairs, he asked Gwen a lot about Spider-Man and the Spider-Legion.

"To be honest, I'm very interested in Spider-Man, and mainly interested in the process of you gaining spider abilities. Have you ever been bitten by a spider? Is the spider that bit you still alive?"

"I knew you wanted to talk about this." Gwen Spider-Man had an expression that was not surprising to me. She said, "Almost everyone who knows something about Spider-Man wants to know this, but I may disappoint you. This is not a very rigorous scientific process. To be more precise, it is actually magic."

Gwen Spider-Man introduced the Spider Totem to Tim, and then said: "In fact, the spiders that bite us are completely different. Some are simply non-venomous species, and some don't even bite. They are just a formality. But we all have similar super powers."

Tim was obviously disappointed. Gwen Spider-Man continued, "You don't know yet, right? The fighting world has just started. A guy named Bruce Wayne has joined our team. He's quite interesting..."

"Wait a minute!" Tim felt his brain freeze. He said, "Aren't you Spider-Man? Aren't all the members of your team Spider-Man?"

"Yes, this Bruce Wayne is also Spider-Man, isn't that weird?"

"Bruce Wayne can also be Spider-Man?!" Tim was really surprised. He said, "But you are obviously from two different universes."

"The process is a bit complicated. Bruce didn't explain it clearly, but it seems that the Spider-Man in another universe gave him the ability."

"Can this be given casually?!"

"Of course it's not given casually. Recently, a Spider-Man gave his powers to Miles. But this must be approved by the Spider Totem."

Gwen Spider-Man continued to walk forward holding the box, thinking as she spoke, "We thought this Bruce Wayne would be as smart as the other Batmen, and with Spider-Man's superpowers, wouldn't our team be invincible?"

"Is not it?"

"That's not going to happen." Gwen Spider-Man snorted and then said, "I don't know why, but this Bruce who became Spider-Man is not very smart. If I have to say, he's actually a bit stupid, and he doesn't seem to be as dark as Batman. I think he's quite normal."

"There's so much to see." Tim exclaimed. He shook his head and said, "There's nothing special about my counterpart."

"Are they all exactly the same?"

"Not really. It seems that some Tim Drakes have a different sexual orientation than me. They seem to be gay."

"That's not really that different." Gwen Spider-Man shook her head and said, "My best friend is also a lesbian, but she's very popular, probably because she's a drummer."

The two soon arrived at the 22nd floor. Tim went to the warehouse, while Gwen Spider-Man went to deliver things to various laboratories. Before leaving, Gwen Spider-Man introduced the Spider APP to Tim, asking him to go up and take a look when he had nothing to do.

After Tim finished his work in the warehouse, he took out his mobile phone and started checking. He was really curious about the organizational system of the Spider Army, but because he was an outsider, he couldn't log in.

Tim had no choice but to call Schiller to get his Spider APP account, but he didn't expect Schiller to look for him for something, so he had to ask for half a day off in the attendance system and returned to Arkham Sanatorium.

"Look, Tim, you've handled some work for Wayne Enterprises, right?"

"Not a lot." Tim shook his head and said, "After Bruce became a doctor, I was in charge of the entire group."

Schiller patted him on the shoulder and said, "I plan to buy a farm in California, mainly for recuperation and socializing. I just called to consult, and their offer is shockingly expensive. Do you have any good ideas?"

"Legal or illegal?"

"You're still illegal?!"

"Everyone in Gotham knows how to do it. You can find a gypsy to throw shit on their door. I have a formula that will keep the fragrance for three years."

Schiller spit out a mouthful of water. He looked at Tim and said, "It's hard to imagine what kind of life you live in Gotham, but I'm a doctor. I can't break the law, so of course I have to use legal means."

Tim sat down, thought for a moment and said, "This is a bit troublesome. It's probably impossible for you to be completely legal. You can only make it look legal."

"for example?"

"Heavily polluted chemical plants are being relocated, hazardous chemical tankers are exploding, surrounding nuclear wastewater is being discharged into the sea, and urban rain clouds are polluting..."

"Wait a minute." Schiller put down the cup and said, "I don't want to get the land for free, just a cheaper price."

Tim stroked his chin, rolled his eyes upward, and thought for a moment. "Then we can only rely on public opinion. Do they have any unethical slaughtering practices? What are the safety measures of the biogas digester? Has any pet of the farmer died recently? Is there any place suitable for extreme sports nearby?"

As soon as Schiller heard these questions, he knew what he was going to do, so he cleared his throat and said, "The wicked people in this world are mostly the same. The methods you can think of have already been thought of by wicked people."

Tim looked him up and down and said, "Could this wicked fellow you are talking about be you..."

"It's not me, don't talk nonsense!" Schiller denied it at the speed of light, and then said: "Anyone who can own a farm in a place like that is not a fool, there must be someone behind it."

"Is there no one behind you?"

“I’m usually the one behind it.”

"This is a bit troublesome." Tim stroked his chin and said, "If they had encountered something like this before, they would have been prepared, but there should be another way."

Tim touched a piece of paper on the coffee table and wrote as he spoke: "They have a backer, so they can definitely control the public opinion of the traditional media. Even if there are any violations inside the farm, they won't be exposed. But the new media is different. Tiktok's anchors dare to go anywhere. If you can create a hot spot and attract them, something will definitely be exposed."

Schiller applauded him.

Tim looked at him with some confusion and said, "Actually, you can figure it out, right? After all, this short video app is a new thing for me, but it's different for you."

"But you are young after all," Schiller said. "How do you think we should create a hot spot? Crop circles?"

"That's old news." Tim sighed and said, "Farm...farm...got it! Isn't Pamela researching vegetables that can hit people? Bring two cabbages over, and I guarantee those anchors will flock over."

"It's wrong to hit people."

"Then don't attack the good guys." Tim said, "According to what you said, those farms near the West Coast are basically invested by rich people for socializing. Find a gathering of politicians and financial practitioners and throw two cabbages in it. It will improve the stability of human society more than all the superheroes in New York catching thieves in a month."

"What a genius idea!" Schiller snapped his fingers vigorously and said, "Let's do it!"

Pamela in the lab received a call. When she heard Tim's request, she was stunned and said, "Where do you want to throw the cabbage? Did I hear it right? Paris's Love Farm?"

Pamela glanced at the note she had just received from Nick and said, "Are they going to have a party early next month to raise money for the Democratic campaign in Los Angeles, and there's a congressman named Prairie Ansher?"

"Don't ask me how I know this." Pamela looked down at the profile of the middle-aged bald man and said, "I'll take the job. What price are you going to offer? No, that's too low..."

Steve, who had been chatting with Jason from the classroom to the cafeteria, also received a call. He said, "Yes, it's me... Are you guys so short of people? Assassination? Are you serious?"

"I hope you're not making a big deal out of nothing." Steve changed the phone and said, "I'll send someone to keep an eye on it... Want me to go there myself? Don't tell me Hydra has infiltrated. Okay, what time is my flight tomorrow?"

After hanging up the phone, Steve looked back at Jason, put the phone back in his pocket, and said, "Urgent mission. I'm flying to Los Angeles at 9 o'clock tonight. I've received a report from an informant that someone is going to assassinate a congressman at a party held at a farm not far from Los Angeles next month. I have to go over and take care of it."

"Does this still require your help?"

"They just saw that I was too idle, so they wanted to find something for me to do." Steve jumped off the bar stool and said, "Go and notify your classmates to gather. We're going to use more peaceful means this time."

Jason gave him an OK sign and said, "I understand. I will wait peacefully for that politician to be beaten half to death, and then go out and clean up the mess."

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