I'm At American Comics: I Have A Magic Simulator

Frank looked at the phone with a sudden sense of foreboding. "Don't give me in..."

"That's right!"

Fang Yu nodded solemnly and said. "The order of the corpse world has been issued. From today, you are the official Death God in charge of the New York area."

Frank's mouth twitched. "New York City..... am I in charge?"

Fang Yu nodded and said. "Well, like saving the undead, killing some ethereals that have invaded the world, these tasks are all your responsibility."

"wait……………"

This information stunned him for a moment, and Frank asked while covering his forehead. "I did it all, so what are you doing?"

Fang Yu acted as if he deserved it. "I'm definitely in charge of supervising you now."

"Do you know how big New York is? I can't do it with a Death God, I'm too tired!" Frank took several deep breaths in a row, which made him no "zero six seven" to lose his temper.

"It's okay~"

Fang Yu smiled happily. "Death God doesn't die from exhaustion, and in Death God's world, there is no eight-hour workday.

"But...what if I don't finish?" Frank was still a little reluctant, trying to resist.

"It's going to die."

Frank was in a daze, feeling as if he had fallen into a problematic company.

No holiday

There is no eight-hour workday...

No bonus or salary....

Twenty-four hours a day, all year round, if you dare to ask for leave, you will die. The capitalists will say that this is done by insiders!

Midtown Middle School.

Peter-Parker lay listlessly on the table, his eyes flicked out of the window from time to time, his thoughts were occupied by a blonde girl.

"Hey~ Peter, why are you drowsy?" The fat man came over and patted the stunned teenager on the shoulder.

Peter-Parker raised his head, then sat down on the table again, panting. "Ned, I don't have the energy to joke with you, let me lie down for a while, will you?

This fat man named Ned was one of his best friends.

On other days, Peter might have played a little joke on him, but today he didn't think about it at all, he just wanted to be alone.

With a slightly strange expression on Ned's face, he said, "What's wrong with you? Are you still thinking about Gwen?"

Peter-Parker's eyes were a little cloudy, and he said in a trembling voice: "I just..., wonder where she went..."

Gwen hadn't been to school for a month since the day they broke up at the pizza place.

Normally, if a student disappears for three days, the school must call the parents to inquire.

But unfortunately, all the information left by Gwen turned out to be false.

Not only that, when the school called the police, it was discovered that even Gwen Stacy's name was fictitious, and this person did not exist at all!"

In line with the principle that one thing more is worse than one thing less, the police simply listed the case as a missing case.

There are thousands of disappearance cases in New York City every year, most of which are inextricably linked with the Mafia, which are cases that cannot be traced at all, let alone the disappearance of a "black family".

In the United States, black people have no human rights.

Even if they disappeared, the police are not qualified to open a case for investigation, so in the end they can only let it go.

It's all...

In just one month, almost everyone has forgotten about Gwen Stacy.

Only Peter-Parker did not give up and followed Gwen's movements every day.

"Put it down, Peter."

The flesh on Ned's face clenched into a ball, and he sighed. He said. The police can't find her, so can you find her?"

"no!"

Peter-Parker said with a stubborn face. "I'll find Gwen!"

Seeing that his nemesis didn't intend to give up, Ned patted him a little embarrassedly: "I've been looking for it for a month, and there is no clue at all. Are you sure that Gwen is her real name?"

"I'm sure that must be her real name!" Peter-Parker said firmly: "She told me her name was Gwen-Stacy, and I'm sure she wouldn't lie to me!"

Ned gave a thumbs up: "In this case, I support you, and I will help you find it together!"

"Thank you, Ned." Peter-Parker gave Ned a grateful look, stood up and gave Ned a big hug.

"I can help you too~"

A girl came over, put her hands on her chest, and said softly. "If you're looking for someone, I can get help from my uncle who works in the NYPD.

"MJ...

Looking at the girl, Peter-Parker scratched his head in embarrassment, looking a little embarrassed.

MJ, formerly known as Michelle [is his crush.

But now, in this situation, it always makes him uneasy to ask his crush to help him find another girl. …

Michelle seemed to have seen Peter's hesitation, and continued without waiting for him to say anything. "The best way to find someone is through police surveillance, right?"

Hearing these words, Peter-Parker fell silent.

Indeed, as Michele said, the fastest way for him to find Gwen was to observe inside the police station.

"Thank you thank you, M"

Peter-Parker took a deep breath and shot Michelle a grateful look.

"You're welcome."

Michelle smiled mischievously, "Remember to treat me to dinner after you find Gwen.

"no problem!"

Peter-Parker patted his chest loudly and confidently.

After school.

Peter rode his bicycle home alone.

"Hello, Peter-Parker."

Suddenly, a big one-armed man in a black leather jacket appeared and blocked his way.

Peter-Parker's heart skipped a beat, he thought he had offended someone who shouldn't be offended, he said cautiously. "Can I ask first what you want from me?

The big man stared at him blankly, and spoke after a few seconds. "My name is Frank-Cast, and I'm Gwen……….Hardly a colleague of hers."

Peter-Parker's eyes lit up with excitement as he shouted. "You know Gwen? And do you know where she is? I've been looking for her, how is she now at 5.9?"

Several questions in succession made Frank's eyes dim.

"What... what's wrong?"

Seeing the distorted expression on Frank's face, Peter-Parker swallowed subconsciously, suddenly feeling ominous in his heart.

"..."

Frank struggled with his words, wondering if he should tell the teenager about Gwen's death.

"What happened to her...?" Peter-Parker's eyes widened, his breathing became short of breath, and his hands were tightly clenched into fists, as if afraid of hearing the bad news.

Frank sighed softly and said. "She... died

Rumble!

This news, like a bolt of lightning from the sky, directly exploded in Peter's mind, shaking him completely!

Seeing this scene, a trace of uneasiness flashed in Frank's eyes. .