"Hey, do you think there are really werewolves in this world?"
In front of the big screen in Times Square, Spider-Man swung on the glass curtain wall and asked Lynn who was riding a broom.
"It probably doesn't exist in this world, but if you want to become a werewolf, I can help you." Lynn shrugged.
In the magical world, as long as you are bitten by a werewolf, you can successfully turn into a werewolf. Although Spider-Man cannot be sent to the magical world, he can ask George Weiss to send a knife with werewolf blood through the Vanishing Cabinet. As long as he uses the knife to cut Spider-Man's arm, he can use advanced transfiguration with a Muggle body.
Moreover, it seems that George Weiss's brother Bill Weiss is a werewolf. He was bitten during a battle with the Death Eaters, which left scars on his face and made him develop the habit of eating raw meat.
"Oh, are you serious? If I turned into a werewolf, what would I be called? Wolf Spider-Man? And from what you said, it seems like you have seen a werewolf."
"I haven't really seen one, but I've seen it from other people's memories. The fake werewolf that appeared in the meat warehouse that day was made to look like a real one."
Lynn once saw a werewolf in Ashburn's Pensieve.
"Perfect! This way, the news of the appearance of werewolves in New York will surely spread throughout the world quickly, and the great hero Macaulay Duncan who defeated the werewolves will also become famous." Spider-Man clapped his hands.
"And the super-powered hunter hiding in the dark will also discover that he has failed. In order to implement his principles of action, he will return to poor Macaulay and attack him a second time." Lynn continued Spider-Man's words.
"This is a perfect opportunity for him to declare his existence. He will definitely not let go of the opportunity to kill a superhero who has just become famous..." Spider-Man made his final addition.
"Devil! You are all devils!"
Inside the glass curtain wall, Macaulay started cursing as he listened to the two people's analysis.
He has now become a fishing bait, with one end tied to Lin En and Little Spider, restricting his freedom, and the other end plunged into the vast sea, facing ferocious predators.
"Shh, don't shout, you're affecting our bodyguard work."
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"What's going on? Werewolves? When did werewolves come to New York again?!" Nick Fury threw a stack of reports on the table and was about to vent his anger, but found that there was no suitable person to vent.
He had no choice but to take a deep breath, sit down, and rub his temples continuously.
"This sounds like something related to magic. Could it be related to the girl that Lin En brought back? She has been detained here for 24 hours and we are about to release her. We once promised Lin En that we would send her back once the interrogation was over."
Black Widow picked up a chair across from the desk and sat down, crossing her arms and smiling softly.
"Ever since that kid appeared in my sight, it seems like things have never stopped!" Nick Fury finally found a suitable target to vent his anger on.
"Maybe he was the one who released this werewolf!"
"Oh Nick, this is a serious accusation. To be honest, I like him very much. I don't think the lovely Lynn would do such a thing."
"Haha, Natasha, this boy has already given his heart to someone else."
"Wanda? Oh, we're back to the topic again. How should she be dealt with? The previous murder of the superpowered person seemed to have nothing to do with her. So, are we going to use this werewolf incident as an excuse to keep her in custody for 24 hours?"
"It's better not to... Never mind, let her go back. When you send her back, give that guy a beating. Let him spend some time studying this damn werewolf. I admit that he is a professional."
Nick Fury said in a muffled voice.
"Oh Nick, you're doing me a favor."
Black Widow smirked and shook her head.
"Don't you know, Natasha, that he is a cunning fox, always wanting to get something from me before he is willing to trade."
"It's really interesting. I remember that it was you, the Director, who first brought up the word 'deal'. At that time, poor little Lin En was still worried about how to get out of that deal."
"There are always times when you fail. If I'm given another chance, I will stay away from him." Nick Fury pointed to his blind eye.
In his mind, the last time he was defeated was by the Devourer disguised as a stupid cat in the Skrull spaceship.
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In a secret base somewhere in New York.
"What's going on? You've already reported his death, so why is he in the news again, and even on the big screen in Times Square?"
In the shadows, a middle-aged man whose face could not be seen clearly was standing with his hands behind his back, and it was unknown what his expression was.
"I, hiss, I succeeded. I left only after I saw him fall to the ground. Hiss... Maybe someone from SHIELD saved him. Hiss, ah..."
Behind him, there seemed to be a person imprisoned in the railings. He was trembling all over, with his hands tightly gripping the railings. He was groaning while talking, and seemed to be suffering great pain.
"But the result is that he is still fine, and even became another superhero, New York's "good neighbor". Listen to this title, don't you think it is very disrespectful to people like us?"
“Hiss, give me another chance, this time I will make him die more…hiss…more beautifully, hehehe, right…hiss…right on the big screen in Times Square…”
"Ah, I think you misunderstood me. I never thought of not giving you a chance. I said this just to share the latest news with you. As our best service provider, how could you not have a second chance?"
"Hehehe, yes, hiss... As long as you give me the medicine, I will help you do this, hehe..."
The man behind the railing gripped it even tighter, his eyes emitting a strange light in the darkness, looking bloodshot, weird and dangerous.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. You see, I was so busy chatting with you that I forgot to give you the medicine. Don't worry, I'll get it for you right away. Of course, I have to be more responsible when dealing with our ace."
The middle-aged man moved away from the railing calmly, laughed for a while, and then walked away.
The man who was left behind at the railing let out a low roar like a wild beast. His hands almost broke the iron railing, and his nails had already sunk deeply into the flesh.
"Hehehe, hehehehe... I have medicine, I have medicine..."
In the long dark corridor, only the sound of receding footsteps and a madman's laughter remained.