I Became Spider-Man's Cousin in Anime Crossover

Chapter 498 Sheriff Black: Fine, I'll shut up.

Amora took a deep breath and told herself to stay calm.

What if she really is Hela, but has lost her memory, and striking her might trigger her memories...

Forget it, let's not take the risk.

But she couldn't swallow her pride and admit defeat.

"I was just startled," Amora said, raising her chin. "This gentleman saved me, and I'm grateful to him. I'd like to buy him a coffee to express my thanks. Is that alright?"

As she spoke, she turned to Sheriff Blake, her face instantly softening into a gentle smile: "Sir, thank you so much. I know a nice coffee shop nearby; would you do me the honor of buying me a coffee?"

Sheriff Black looked at her, then at Heller, his expression a little complicated.

As a veteran agent who had spent many years in District 13, he could sense that something was off between the two women.

Having spent most of his life dealing with official duties and having zero experience in dating, he simply couldn't understand why the two of them would harbor such hostility towards each other on their first meeting.

"Uh... cough cough, actually, there's no need to be so polite, ma'am."

But after glancing at Heller subconsciously and being glared at with a hint of grievance, Sheriff Black instinctively shuddered, quickly released Amora's hand, and silently retreated to Heller's side, clearing his throat.

"In a situation like that, I think anyone would have stepped forward to help, even if it was just a matter of raising a hand..."

"No, he can't go with you."

However, before Sheriff Black could finish speaking, Heller stepped in and gave a firm and decisive answer, replacing the tactful Sheriff Black.

Amora's smile froze once again.

"Blake, you probably think so too, right?"

But Heller didn't care what Amora thought. Like a victor, she naturally took Sheriff Black's arm, her face full of a kind smile, and continued speaking slowly and deliberately.

"Or do you want to go for coffee with some weird, crazy woman of unknown origin?"

"Crazy woman!" Amora's voice rose eight octaves, her composure nearly crumbling. "How am I of unknown origin? And what's wrong with me?!"

"Putting aside the way you're practically throwing yourself at me... what's your name?"

"I—" Amora paused.

Oops.

She was so focused on devising a "hero saves the beauty" scenario that she didn't expect to run into a woman who looked like Hela here, and forgot to give herself a fake name.

"My name is... Amy." Her eyes darted around, and she answered quickly and cleverly, "Amy Smith."

Heller looked at her, a mocking smile slowly curving his lips.

"Amy Smith," she repeated, as if to say, "Do you think I'm a three-year-old?" "That's such a common name, it sounds like it was made up on the spot."

"What's wrong with being ordinary? Is being ordinary illegal?"

“It’s not illegal,” Heller said slowly, “but the way you looked at him just now didn’t look like the way you look at your savior.”

Amora's heart skipped a beat, but she remained calm on the surface: "What does that look like?"

"Like a hunter looking at its prey," Heller said, emphasizing each word. "I've seen that look in the eyes of a wolf at a sheep in the zoo."

Amora fell silent.

How can this woman's intuition be so accurate?

She was indeed the hunter, and Sheriff Black was indeed her prey—but for those words to come out of her mouth was terrifying.

Sheriff Blake was caught in the middle, looking at the one on his left and then the one on his right, his head was about to explode.

He was just an ordinary sheriff from District 13.

His daily tasks include managing his agents, catching criminals, assisting Riley's operations, and occasionally getting pranked by Jade...

Now, he just happened to save someone, what did he do to deserve this?

How did I suddenly end up arguing with two women in the middle?

And what exactly were they arguing about? He couldn't understand a word they said.

"Um..." he tried to smooth things over, "Ladies, why don't we both calm down and talk things over slowly—"

"Shut up." Heller said without turning his head.

"Don't speak yet," Amora said at the same time.

Sheriff Black: "..."

Okay, he shut up.

Heller took a step forward, getting closer to Amora.

She was already a head taller than Amora, and looking down at her from above, she naturally exuded a sense of oppression—although she herself didn't know where this oppressive feeling came from, it was something ingrained in her bones that she couldn't get rid of.

"I don't care what you're up to," Heller's voice was deep and clear, carrying an undeniable authority, "but you'd better stay away from him."

Amora felt a tremor in her heart at that imposing aura, but she quickly straightened her back.

On what grounds?

Why should she be bullied like this by a woman who just appeared out of nowhere?

When has Amora ever suffered such humiliation?

"Ha." She sneered, raising her chin. "Who are you? What right do you have to tell him what to do? Are you his girlfriend? Or his wife?"

Heller paused for a moment.

"Neither," she said decisively, without the slightest hesitation. "But I'll take care of it anyway, so what?"

Amora was speechless at this unreasonable attitude.

"How could you be like this?!"

"That's it."

Sheriff Blake stood by, watching the two women argue back and forth, and he was thoroughly annoyed.

He has lived most of his life and seen countless grand occasions. Every time, he has commanded the overall situation without changing his expression.

But now, he was completely at a loss because of the two women arguing.

What's even more terrifying is that he genuinely doesn't understand what they're arguing about! I can't do it—!

Just a moment ago, Heller only said, "If your leg is okay, get up on your own." Although his tone might have been a bit harsh, how did it escalate to this point?!

He tentatively suggested, "Um... how about I treat you two to coffee? We can sit down and chat."

"Need not."

Two voices rang out simultaneously, in unison, with unwavering conviction.

Sheriff Black: "..."

To be honest, he's starting to miss Riley Parker, the undisputed external brain of District 13.

At least if he were there, he would definitely be able to figure out what was going on and come up with a solution.

Amora stared at Heller, and Heller stared back at Amora. Their gazes collided in the air, as if sparks were about to fly.

Amora was actually quite nervous.

She didn't know who she was facing.

What if the other person really is Hela, but has lost their memory?

What she did today was a crazy flirtation with death.

But she couldn't bring herself to admit defeat.

She's the Enchantress! The most captivating sorceress in Asgard! A being who has bewitched countless heroes!

How can I let a woman who appeared out of nowhere dominate me?

Heller didn't feel any burden in his heart.

She simply didn't like this woman.

From the moment Heller first saw her "being hit by a car" performance, she felt something was wrong—the acting was so fake that even she, with her amnesia, could tell.

In addition, her desperate attempt to cling to Blake just now made Heller even more annoyed.

Do you understand the principle of first come, first served?

She set her sights on Blake first! He's hers!

"I'm saying this for the last time," Heller's voice turned cold, and his eyes sharpened. "Stay away from him."

"I'll say this one last time," Amora said, raising her chin defiantly. "It's none of your business."

Sheriff Black stood aside, watching the two women confront each other like two fighting cocks, and suddenly realized that he should have checked the Chinese calendar before going out today.

If he had known this would happen, he should have stayed in District 13 a little longer today and instead had been drinking coffee.

Just as his head was throbbing with pain, a familiar voice came from the street corner—

"Sheriff Blake! What are you doing here—wait, what are you doing here?"

When Sheriff Blake turned around, his heart instantly turned from sorrow to joy!

It's Riley Parker.

And, beside him—Xiaoyu.

Very good!

God must have heard his prayers and sent his savior to him!