I Became Spider-Man's Cousin in Anime Crossover

Chapter 344 Press Conference

Sheriff Black could clearly feel everyone's gaze, a gaze so heavy it seemed to weigh on his shoulders.

His gaze lingered for a long time on the Parker's cottage, which stood alone amidst the ruins yet miraculously intact, as he fell into deep thought.

Time passed by, and each second felt incredibly long.

Finally, as if to inhale all the heavy atmosphere, Sheriff Black took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

He raised his eyes, his gaze now incredibly resolute, all hesitation and struggle suppressed deep within those profound eyes.

Then he spoke, using a calm and reassuring tone that seemed to possess some kind of special magic, enunciating each word clearly.

"You're right. The most important thing is their personal safety... Houses can be rebuilt, and life can be adapted to, but life is only given to us once. As long as people are alive and living safely, there is still hope, and there are still all the possibilities for the future."

Ultimately, Sheriff Black, known as the top assistant, made a decision that might harm the interests of District 13, but was also the one most certain to ensure the safety of the Parker couple.

Everyone could clearly hear the unspoken meaning in Sheriff Blake's words.

This caused a look of relief to flash in the eyes of the group leaders who had been arguing, especially the older agent who had made the initial suggestion, and their tense shoulders relaxed slightly.

Sheriff Black didn't look at the house again, but turned to his team. With a wave of his hand, he issued the most direct order to act, concise yet unequivocal.

"Clean up any traces of the Parker family living here. And invite Mr. Ben and Mrs. May to District 13 headquarters! Remember, it's 'invitation'! Be respectful, use tactful language, but act swiftly! Make sure they are safely transferred to District 13 before any new enemies appear!"

"That was their temporary shelter until the Parker brothers returned!"

"Yes, sir!"

Without any further questions or discussions, the moment the order was given, all disagreements vanished completely.

The team leaders present immediately dispersed and began to act in an orderly manner.

After everyone left, Sheriff Black turned his gaze back to the unscathed cottage.

Although the overall structure of the house had been specially reinforced by the 13th Ward...

But after this fierce battle, all they got in the end was shattered glass, without even a speck of mud on them...

Was Riley, that unpredictable brat, really not there and didn't prepare any backup plan?

While Sheriff Black fell into deep thought, the District 13 agents began to go about their tasks separately...

No one noticed that the young man who had been standing idly in place revealed a knowing smile after Sheriff Blake made his decision.

On the watch he was stroking, the silhouette of the shadow projected onto the screen now included the phantom of a sand giant.

Then, in that brief moment, as the agents brushed past him, shielding the young man, and walked away into the distance…

The young man who had been standing there vanished without a trace.

Just as he first appeared on the shoulder of the Sand Giant, he left without a sound.

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The story has two parts, on the other side...

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After Pepper Potts led Stark Industries' top PR team in a frantic, almost sleepless preparation, Tony Stark's seemingly impulsive and spur-of-the-moment global press conference was finally successfully held as scheduled in the luxurious banquet hall of Stark Industries' headquarters, thanks to the combined power of Tony's unparalleled financial resources and his world-renowned fame.

At this moment, the venue was already packed, and the flashbulbs were going off non-stop.

In addition to the political figures, renowned scientists, business tycoons, and Hollywood celebrities invited to participate in accordance with strict procedures.

Journalists from major media outlets and news organizations around the world gathered like bees drawn to fragrant flowers. Their cameras and microphones were aimed at the empty stage, whispers rife with anticipation and speculation, and an air thick with the excitement of an impending storm.

Meanwhile, in the VIP lounge backstage.

Compared to the bustling atmosphere at the front desk, the atmosphere here was relatively quiet, but it also conveyed a sense of tension before battle.

Tony Stark—the absolute protagonist of the day, the focus of the world—stood obediently in place, arms outstretched, like a giant mannequin.

It has to be said that this posture made Tony feel a bit like Jesus waiting to be nailed to the cross, which made his posture appear particularly stiff.

But when he glanced at Pepper Potts in front of him—his most capable, most discerning, and most important CEO at this moment (though he would never admit it)—he saw her reaching out and carefully adjusting his six-figure Italian black patterned suit, tailored by the finest artisans and perfectly fitting his body, revealing the last wrinkle that was almost impossible to see with a magnifying glass.

His brows were serious and focused, and his eyes were full of intent, reflecting only Tony's presence.

This made Tony suddenly realize that just standing there like this wasn't so torturous after all.

"Lift your chin up a little, Tony... don't move."

Pepper's tone was focused and gentle, with her usual efficiency and meticulousness.

Her slender fingers deftly brushed across Tony's shoulders and chest, smoothing out the tiny creases that might have appeared from sitting down to rest. She then carefully adjusted the burgundy handkerchief in Tony's breast pocket, ensuring it was displayed at a just-right angle—fashionable yet not overly ostentatious.

Pepper had done this countless times during Tony's public appearances, and it had long since become second nature to her.

...But now, things have changed a little.

Tony lowered his eyes slightly, his gaze falling on Pepper's face, which was very close to his.

She furrowed her brows intently, her long eyelashes casting a small shadow beneath her eyelids, her breath gently brushing against his jawline.

The faint, refreshing scent of her perfume replaced the usual backstage smells of paint and anxiety, entering Tony's nostrils.

"Thump... thump..."

In that instant, it was as if the Arc Reactor installed in Tony's chest, the one that sustained his life, had suddenly malfunctioned and started leaking electricity frequently.

Tony could not only hear his own heartbeat clearly, but he also felt as if he had been electrocuted, and his heartbeat inexplicably skipped several beats!

Then, as if it had been put on an accelerator, it began to pound uncontrollably and heavily on his ribs, so loud that he almost suspected that Pepper could also hear the strange melody.

He subconsciously held his breath, his body tensing even more, afraid that any slight movement would ruin the moment... or reveal his inner turmoil.

To hide his embarrassment and nervousness, Tony inwardly chuckled and mocked himself...

Tony Stark, a genius, billionaire, and playboy, has seen countless beautiful women, yet he has never been tainted by any of them...

But now, why is he so nervous, like a high school student on his first date, just because a woman is tidying her clothes—and doing it in a businesslike way?

Hmm, that must be an illusion, or there's something wrong with the reactor!

For your own safety, it's time to replace this "defective product" after this press conference ends!