I Became Spider-Man's Cousin in Anime Crossover

Chapter 496 "Hero Saves the Beauty"

Xiaoyu was stunned.

She stared blankly at Riley, her eyes widening and her mouth gaping open.

Then--

"Riley! You're a genius! No, you are a genius—!!!"

She jumped up from the sofa and pounced on Riley, wrapping her little arms tightly around his neck.

"Cough cough... Gently, gently. I've been working so hard for so long, I'm already exhausted. If you squeeze me any more, I'll really fall apart—"

Although Jade was no longer a threat to Riley after receiving the Super Soldier Serum, Riley, who always doted on Jade, pretended to cough and teased her while smiling as he held her tightly and patted her back gently.

"No! I want it!" Xiaoyu buried her face in his shoulder, her voice muffled, but her joy was impossible to hide. "You're amazing! How did you think of that! Police Chief! The world's richest man!"

"Hehe, when my parents arrive, I'm definitely going to show off to them!"

"So, don't cry anymore. If you encounter any trouble in the future, just come to me. Maybe I can help you sort it out?"

Riley laughed as he took her off and placed her on the sofa.

He reached out and flicked Xiaoyu's forehead.

"Hidden away crying so pitifully, she cried herself into a little mess. Wasn't that just suffering for nothing, silly girl?"

"Hehe, I was in such a rush that I forgot..."

Xiaoyu covered her forehead, stuck out her tongue, and looked at Riley with bright eyes.

"Railley".

"Um?"

Why are you so good to me?

Riley paused for a moment.

Xiaoyu stood in front of the sofa, her orange hoodie a little wrinkled, her hair messy, and her eyes red, but at that moment they shone as if they contained two little stars.

She just looked at him, waiting for his answer.

Riley answered without hesitation.

"Maybe it's because I only have one younger brother, so I've spoiled you like a little sister? When your sister is wronged, it's only natural for me, as the older brother, to stand up and help... Speaking of which, since I've helped you solve such a big problem, why don't you call me 'brother'? You've already called Peter 'brother,' but I've never heard you call me 'brother.' You can't be biased!"

Xiaoyu stared at him, stunned for a few seconds, a hint of disappointment flashing in her eyes.

But soon, she grinned, revealing a slightly crooked canine tooth.

"No way! I don't want to be your sister, I want to be your friend!" Xiaoyu said, hands on her hips, huffing defiantly. "The best kind!"

Riley smiled and nodded. "Okay, best friend."

Seeing Riley's indulgent attitude, Xiaoyu was satisfied.

She circled the sofa twice more, then suddenly remembered something, ran to the corner, picked up the reindeer plush toy—which Riley had bought for her when she went to the reindeer park with Hei Xiaoyu—and hugged it tightly to her chest.

"Railley".

"Um?"

"Thank you."

Riley looked at her and smiled.

"You're welcome," he said. "I promised you."

Xiaoyu nodded, hugging the doll, and suddenly spoke again.

"So—can we go to the deer park now?"

Riley checked the time. Although it was almost lunchtime, her parents were at work, Peter was busy dating Gwen, and the house had been wrecked by that bastard Sandman. There didn't seem to be any reason for Riley to stay and "watch the house" for the time being.

He looked at Xiaoyu again—she had been crying so hard her nose and eyes were red, but now she was fully recovered, her eyes sparkling as she waited for his answer.

"Of course, I never break my promises."

Riley smiled, stood up, and extended his hand to Xiaoyu.

"Let's go, my dear little princess, let's get ready to leave."

……

Let's turn to the other side of the story.

……

Amora felt that her plan was absolutely flawless.

As Asgard's foremost enchantress, she has made countless heroes fall at her feet. A mere mortal sheriff would be a piece of cake for her.

But what she didn't expect was that this sheriff named Blake would be so difficult to approach.

Since the last intrusion, the upgraded security system in District 13 is much more robust than she had imagined.

What's worse, those agents were like robots, completely immune to her charm magic.

Clearly, this is that wretched Spider-Man, who has taken precautions against her and specifically targeted Amora's abilities, preparing countermeasures for everyone!

If brute force doesn't work, then we'll have to outsmart them.

Based on the memories he had previously obtained from Koppler, Amora had long since figured out Sheriff Black's routine. He discovered that the bald sheriff had an unwavering habit: every day at noon, he would leave District 13 on time, walk three blocks to a coffee shop, buy a cup of black coffee with a sandwich, and then sit in a nearby park for fifteen minutes while drinking it.

This was a "rest period" that Spider-Man arranged for him because he was afraid Spider-Man would tire himself out.

But now, it has become Amora's breakthrough in getting close to Sheriff Black.

So, she meticulously designed a "hero saves the damsel in distress" scenario—

At this moment, she was wearing an elegant white dress and standing by the roadside near the park. Her long golden hair was draped over her shoulders, and her makeup was exquisite; she looked exactly like an ordinary passerby waiting to cross the street.

However, in the palm of this "ordinary passerby" was a faint green magical light.

coming.

Amora caught a glimpse of that familiar figure out of the corner of her eye—Sheriff Black, holding a coffee cup, was turning the corner from the street corner, wearing a dark trench coat, his bald head reflecting the afternoon sun.

Right now.

With a flick of her finger, a ray of magical light silently shot towards a car driving in her direction.

The driver's eyes instantly went vacant, and he jerked the steering wheel around—

The tires screeched as the car hurtled straight toward Amora!

"ah--!"

Amora let out a perfectly timed gasp, completely stunned, her eyes wide, lips slightly parted, and her hands instinctively raised to shield herself.

Perfect. This angle, this expression, this posture of fear and helplessness—she practiced it in front of the mirror no less than twenty times.

Twenty meters.

ten meters.

Five meters —

A dark figure rushed in from the side!

Amora felt a powerful force strike her waist, and she was thrown to the side, her back slamming into a hard chest.

"Bang!"

The car sped past them, knocked over a roadside trash can, and finally got stuck on a lamppost.

Are you alright?

A deep voice sounded from above.

Amora looked up and met Sheriff Black's serious face—his brows were slightly furrowed, his eyes were concerned, and one hand was still firmly protecting her shoulder.

It became.