Chapter 72 Ring

　　After the smoke cleared, Spider-Man only had time to grab the ring in the suspect's hand, while the hooded guy was blown to pieces, as if he had never existed.

　　Player: When passers-by NPCs die, they are directly recycled. After cleaning up, they can be put back in place. Energy should be used sparingly.

　　Regardless of his fear, Peter saw that the ring had begun to flash red. His intuition guided him to stick the ring with spider silk. He heard the ring make a sound:

　　"It has been detected that this machine has been separated from the host. Activate the seventh emergency plan. If the host cannot respond within 30 seconds, it will be considered as an identity exposure. This machine will be destroyed as soon as the judgment is completed..."

　　"Thirty, twenty-nine, twenty-eight..."

　　I don't understand, I don't understand at all. If I had known, I would have paid for the synesthesia beacon service of that company. Damn it, what should I do... Forget it, let's try it out:

　　"Ahem, ahem, Robinia pseudoacacia, this is the new ..."

　　The untamed tongue and throat struggled to piece together the corresponding syllables. For the first time, the talkative Peter Parker felt that he was so tongue-tied, like a primitive man trying to tame his wild vocal cords.

　　"Beep - Authentication passed, the machine is restarting, please wait -"

　　"Spider-Man? Are you okay?"

　　At this moment, Jason followed the trail of smoke and came to his side: "... Kingpin wants to kill people to silence them, and we lost the initiative - wait, what are you holding in your hand?"

　　He looked at the ring as if it had eyes, and put it on Spider-Man's middle finger, even adjusting to the size flexibly.

　　"Um, I said it was just an accident, do you believe it?" Peter asked cautiously.

　　Jason took a deep breath and realized that the future he had enjoyed as a lone ranger was far away from him:

　　"Now, tell me what happened."

　　The player walked out of the door of Kingpin Building in a handsome manner, feeling powerless as if he had gone deep into a wolf's den but couldn't even pull out the wolf's hair. Kingpin is indeed the king of the New York underground, and he is top-notch in observing people's words and expressions, changing his attitude according to the situation, warning of crises, and being ruthless.

　　"System," the player said arrogantly, "Tell the company that I want to acquire New York!"

　　System: "I'll give you a chance to reorganize your language."

　　The player snorted and jumped up from his gaming chair. He rushed forward like a tiger descending from a mountain. Then he knelt at the system's feet with a plop and hugged the system's thighs with both hands:

　　"Please, please, I really want the right to manage public security in New York~"

　　The player even had a tail sound at the end of his words, and his deliberately pinched throat and affected posture almost made the system vomit, but unfortunately it was now using Pam's shell, and its legs were too short to break free from the player's clutches.

　　"Get lost," the system kicked the player in the face with its other foot. "Why don't you just go by yourself? You've been throwing Topa to Africa to collect debts for so long. The entire African continent is almost becoming the company's territory."

　　"Oh yeah, I forgot about this. It was so many chapters ago. How did I complete my mission at Kang Kang Topa~"

　　The player slapped his brain, rubbed his face that had been in close contact with Pam, and rolled back to his seat.

　　Peter Parker sat stiffly in Stark Tower.

　　After listening to his explanation, Red Hood took him to Stark Tower. They didn't cause much sensation along the way because Red Hood took him through the window.

　　Behind him is a whole floor-to-ceiling window. Looking down from this angle, one can have a panoramic view of the entire Manhattan. The midday sun illuminates the earth golden, and the brilliant industrial city is bursting with its vitality.

　　Dan Heng sat directly opposite him, writing and drawing on the tablet in his hand. A series of words were projected by laser and floated in the air. The horizontal, vertical, and winding block fonts looked like a QR code.

　　Jason sat silently to one side of the two men. The three of them formed an equilateral triangle. He was chewing a double cheese beef burger in his hand, with the red bucket with two holes in it placed at his feet.

　　Oh, he didn't fall for it, he still had a domino mask on his face.

　　"Um, Red Hood," Peter awkwardly moved his buttocks to a cooler area on the chair, "how long will this take?"

　　"What? Are you hungry? Butler, give me another serving of Mai Mai!"

　　The AI ​​butler flashed its indicator light but said nothing.

　　Jason crumpled up the empty oil paper bag and threw it into the trash can, then picked up the iced cola beside him and took a sip. The carbohydrates and sugar soothed his anxious heart and calmed him down a little.

　　"No, I'm not. Well, I'm a little hungry. I didn't eat anything at noon. I was busy guarding the side door. I didn't expect the ring to be put on automatically. I just tried the slogan..."

　　Spider-Man argued, but it was Dan Heng who responded:

　　"Don't be nervous, this is just a mistake. This ring is very new. It should have been released more than 50 years ago. It is still within the shelf life. But the people who taught the secret of the King of Medicine must have done something to it. I am trying to figure it out."

　　Peter: “Is it true that something from over fifty years ago is still within its shelf life?”

　　"It's just a unique habit of the immortal species. Don't ordinary mobile phones have a shelf life of several years?" Jason waved his hand and skipped the topic. He stood up, opened the door behind him, and took two takeout bags from the mechanical bird.

　　"Here, for you." He gave both copies to Spider-Man.

　　"Okay, thank you. I'm starving." Peter opened the package and pulled the hood over his nose, revealing two rows of white teeth. He finished a hamburger in four or five bites, satisfying his internal organs a little.

　　Peter held a Coke tube in his mouth and asked, "Was that a mechanical bird delivering the food just now?"

　　"Ha, that's right, it's me, ha, give me a good comment, ha." The mechanical bird squatting on Jason's head spoke, and its intelligence was surprisingly not low.

　　"It comes from Heyun Logistics in Luofu," Jason took the mechanical bird off his head. "It was originally intended to be used to expand the market, but it seems that this guy has become mentally ill due to a mechanical failure, so he can only stay here to run errands."

　　"Wow," Spider-Man said dryly.

　　Fortunately, he almost lost his job as a pizza delivery man.

　　On the other side, Dan Heng's analysis had reached the last step, but he stopped what he was doing:

　　"Mr. Spider-Man, Red Hood, there is a problem."

　　Dan Heng projected the image on the tablet in his hand into the air:

　　"The Medicine King secretly modified the chip produced by the factory in this ring and castrated its positioning function as much as possible. However, the person who modified it was obviously a half-baked person. He also deleted the identity authentication while casting the positioning function.

　　In order to make up for this loss, they cleverly added password recognition and self-destruction functions to the ring. Although the overall function is not satisfactory, it still becomes an effective identity recognition. "

　　"So what does Mr. Danheng mean?" Spider-Man looked at the dazzling professional explanations in the air and the Luofu words that filled the screen, and could only stubbornly retract his gaze and pretend not to care.

　　Dan Heng pointed in the air and retracted the projection:

　　"As expected, you have now replaced the identity of 'Big Flower', and the Medicine King Secret has not yet discovered this. In order to take off the ring without alerting the Medicine King Secret, I need to simulate your physiological data to ensure the function of the ring."

　　Dan Heng glanced at Spider-Man: "I know that as a superhuman, your data is very valuable, but..."

　　The situation sounds complicated, but it is actually very simple. Peter agreed to enter the relevant physiological data of his left middle finger, but it would take some time to make the model, and during this time he could only wear the unlucky ring.

　　"Okay, let's go. I'll take you to get the synesthesia beacon inoculated, so that you won't be confused when there's a message coming."

　　Red Hood picked up his bucket again and put it on his head, then hooked Spider-Man's neck and slipped out of the office, leaving Dan Heng alone to face a huge amount of work and overtime.

　　Jing Yuan had to deduct all of Jason's salary.

　　Before the afternoon class, Peter Parker sneaked back to the classroom.

　　"Hey, brother, you're so brave, you actually dare to skip class!"

　　Ned pulled him aside and whispered, "The teacher is going crazy. He told me that if he saw you, he would ask you to wait in the office."

　　Peter uncomfortably put his ring-wearing hand behind his back. Although he had applied a layer of optical camouflage, he still felt awkward.

　　"He didn't call his parents, did he?"

　　Peter was concerned with only this one thing.

　　Ned shook his head. "I can't say. When he saw you weren't outside the door, his expression was really ugly. We even thought he was about to faint from anger. An angry person is irrational."

　　"I do have my own reasons. I...oh, well, I don't know how to explain all this." Peter scratched his head in annoyance. If he had known earlier, he would have pretended to be sick.

　　"Starting with the aliens in your house? Brother, I know you have always been interested in these things, but I have to say that your brain is just bad when it comes to these things. You actually told the teacher so directly, are you a bitch?"

　　As Ned was talking, he suddenly looked Peter over with a suspicious look in his eyes.

　　That shouldn't be the case. If a skinny dog ​​like Peter were to do something extraordinary, he would be so happy. But look at how cowardly he is now. Tsk.

　　"How is that possible? Besides, there really is one in my house... Aunt Mei knows about it." Peter protested.

　　Ned doubted his own judgment: "Did you really do that?"

　　"No!"

　　Finally, Peter Parker pushed open the door of the office alone.

　　"Look, look who's here. Isn't this Mr. Peter Parker, our alien research expert? How come you suddenly have time to come to my office?"

　　As soon as the teacher saw his face, he started to act sarcastic.

　　"I'm sorry, sir. I'm really sorry..."

　　Poor Spider-Man can only admit his mistake honestly.

　　"Look, I don't care what you did outside of school that made your smart head say things like that,"

　　The teacher stood up and walked closer to Peter, so close that Peter could feel the spit coming out of his mouth.

　　"Now, you, write me a 5,000-word self-review and read it to the whole class tomorrow morning. Otherwise, I'm afraid I will have to ask your parents to come over to discuss your academic problems."

　　He poked Peter's chest with his finger, and stared at Peter with his eyes on his hooked nose: "Finally, I'll give you a piece of advice, don't bring irrelevant things into school."