Chapter 1037: ?mischief

While Deadpool and Peter were scolded downstairs, Su Ming listened to the scolding and played with Peter's computer. I have to say that a technical house like Little Spider, although the family is poor, his computer configuration is good.
Now that we are in the future, it is natural to collect information on the Internet, at least to see how Wilson's enterprise is.
Open the browser, of course, the most current news is about Thanos, there are a lot of news about the resurrection of the dead, all kinds of news.
It seems that Deadpool is letting death resurrect those who died.
But don't think that Deadpool is kind. He doesn't have such a thing at all. He probably thought that among these people may be his potential goals or customers in the future. These people are linked to economic interests. It is a pity to die in vain.
There are no typing in some days, but typing is like riding a bicycle. Once you learn it, you can’t forget it. Su Ming tapped the keyboard skillfully.
Entering his own business name in the search engine, Su Ming found that the online evaluation is very good. It is known as the largest comprehensive group in the United States, including department store production and sales, ship and aircraft manufacturing, fast food chains, logistics, supermarkets and e-commerce, online media, and tourism. Wait, all departments are operating normally, and the news that he is a death knell has not been leaked publicly.
This is a good thing. It appears low-key on Earth, and it seems that the universe project has been successful.
I checked Kama Taj and found no news. This is also a good thing. The secret crowd in the magical world still doesn't know.
After thinking about it, he checked Stark Industries again, and it turned out that a lot of Tony's lace news popped up. This was fine, but I don't know why, Tony and Pepper seem to have no close relationship.
Next, Su Ming checked all the people in his memory. How should I say, the change is not small, but also very interesting.
Of course, this is only public information on the Internet, and hidden information is bound to be unavailable on the Internet, but this is enough. As long as the world does not run too far, Su Ming is sure of the future.
He moved quickly, and he turned off the browser after a while. On the surface, it was enough to collect so much intelligence, so he started to find out if there were any little secrets or handles in Peter's computer.
The crisp sound of the mouse reverberated in the room, and the fluorescent screen made the black and yellow armor even more weird, and the lights above the head seemed to become bright and dim.
A few seconds later, Su Ming stopped.
Seeing that there was a folder called ‘Full Manual Mode Driver’ in the D drive of Peter’s computer, the size of 400G was very eye-catching, and he was lost in thought.
Isn't Peter really broken by Tony? So letting Deadpool keep in touch with him will make Peter infected with the virus? Need to deal with it?
But after thinking about it, he decided to go with the flow. How could the little spider be bad? As a hidden pillar like Batman, Spiderman is more valuable than Iron Man.
The only downside is that Little Spider is too naive, and Batman is two extremes. Su Ming doesn't want to bring children by himself, so let Deadpool catch up with him and maintain a good relationship, and he can use his blood relationship with Deadpool. Spider-Man, thus gaining an advantage in the future spider universe.
While thinking about it, Su Ming clicked to open the folder, tick the box in the folder option to show hidden items, and then densely packed files of various formats appeared on the screen, which can be described as a dazzling array of files. More than three hundred.
"Tsk tusk, it turned out to be the driver backup of the Spider Armor. I thought it was what it was." Su Ming flipped over and vomited. It seemed that Peter was still an innocent boy.
This drive is worthless. Iron Man left a program backdoor in Spider-Man's armor, allowing him to close Spider-Man's armor at any time. Tony is sometimes very dark.
So Su Ming simply closed the folder, opened the browser again, and started Twitter on the Internet.
Peter's precautionary awareness is still too bad. The account and password are saved by the browser, and Su Ming can easily see his homepage.
How to put it, a little pitiful, there are only a few friends who follow him.
Good fat guy Ned Liz, little girlfriend Michelle Jones, rich and handsome guy Harry Osborne, a few classmates who are not up to the public face, and one is Deadpool.
Whether it’s Twitter or Facebook, Deadpool has followed more than 100,000 people. Now street beggars have Deadpool friends.
"Tony also said that he likes Peter. It doesn't even pay attention to friends. It's not convincing at all." While complaining, Su Ming took out a bottle of Skywalker 1925 aged wine from the silk bag and took it under the computer camera. Zhang.
Then he used Peter's account to post photos and texts: "I found a bottle of wine in the attic. It looks very good."
After sending the news, he unscrewed the bottle and drank it all at once.
At this time, under the news released just now, the number of likes began to grow rapidly, and the ringtones of private messages continued to ring, and friends applied for 99+ instantly.
Su Ming clicked to open it, and the top message was from Fat Guy Ned. The typing speed was surprisingly fast: "You are rich. I don't know how much it is, but Skywalker was aged in 1925. Just think about it. terrible."
At this time, Ned was in his own home, his body like a meatball turned somersault on the bed, he was happy for Peter.
The second message was from Harry. He was not very emotional. He just said: "The auction will start at 400,000 yuan, Peter, you have to treat you."
Harry’s family has a lot of business, and money has never been an obstacle to his friendship with Peter.
Michelle's text message is relatively simple, just sent a question mark. In her impression, Peter's family financial situation is not very good~EbookFREE.me~ But there is this kind of wine in the attic, which shows that our ancestors have been rich.
Her father was arrested by Spiderman and sent to prison. He was sentenced for several years for stealing goods from Stark Industries. The loan from the engineering team was finally repaid. The house was sold and the car was sold. Now it is changed to her family's situation. It's not good, she is a little worried that Peter will go bad if he has money.
She still doesn't know that Spider-Man is Peter, so the relationship between the two is still very good.
Su Ming read the short message happily, added all the people who applied for friends, and typed and teased him.
He put the empty wine bottle under the camera and took a picture, and posted it: "Why didn't you say it earlier? I drank the wine!"
As soon as this post came out, I only heard the sound effect of deleting my friends, and even many short messages were withdrawn.
The cruel reality always makes Su Ming happy.
It's too real. I gained thousands of followers in three minutes, and returned to a dozen friends after three minutes.
"You NB, a mouthful of tens of thousands, but it's okay, I want to start some, after all, you are considered to be in the upper class." The fat Ned sent another message, and also sent a smile and cry.
Harry made a tearful expression: "Forget it, I'll invite it to dinner next time."
Marshall comforted and said: "It's okay, you don't waste it if you drink it."
But at this time, Su Ming saw the friend request sent by Tony. It was the golden red iron man portrait of Sao Bao, with a message: "It's okay, come to Stark Mansion when you have time. I have this wine that I can make you drink. By the way, take your aunt with you."
This guy really used Friday to monitor Peter's movements on the Internet, it was really dark.
Su Ming crossed his friend's application unhappily. The good wine he sold to Howard was reluctant to drink the older generation, but at this time it became the propaganda capital of the prodigal.
It seems that when I go back in time, I have to add some ingredients to the wine sold to Howard...