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Chapter 245: Hollywood Black and White Movies (3)

With a loud gunshot and the sound of shattering glass, the screams of the store clerk were heard. Peter hurriedly protected Gwen and hid in the corner of an alley. They saw several masked gunmen walking into a jewelry store at the end of the street. Gwen covered her mouth and whispered, "Oh my god, we need to call the police!"

"Wait..." Gwen pulled Peter and pointed over there, "That store clerk is injured. He has an arterial cut from the broken glass..."

With Peter's vision, he had already seen that the explosion had injured two store clerks. One of them was holding his neck, and a large amount of blood was flowing from his neck.

"He might not make it until the ambulance arrives, he'll die!" Gwen anxiously pounded the wall, and Peter put down his backpack and said, "Wait here, Gwen."

"Wait! What are you going to do?" Gwen grabbed Peter and said, "They have guns and bombs, are you crazy?"

Peter turned around and looked at the scene, where the robber in the jewelry store was holding an explosive device to blow up the jewelry counter, and a store clerk was shot while trying to escape.

"I have to save him."

"But..."

Gwen didn't hold onto Peter. She saw a complex expression on his face before he left.

Gwen hammered the wall in anger, but the chaos over there was getting worse, and the crowd pushed her out. Just as Gwen turned her head, a figure swung between the high-rise buildings - it was Spider-Man.

Suddenly, Gwen understood what was happening. She opened her mouth wide and looked at the landing Spider-Man. She felt her arms trembling, but still tried to cover her mouth with her hand.

As the crowd ran to a farther alley, Gwen stopped and hesitated for a moment. Against the flow of people, she walked back towards where Spider-Man was.

Stopping at a car, she saw Spider-Man knock out a robber with a punch, then roll in place to dodge a bullet. Gwen watched the bullet graze Spider-Man's body, and for a moment, she felt her heart tighten.

Gwen tried to cover her mouth with her trembling arms to prevent herself from screaming. Spider-Man skillfully took down the other two robbers, but one of them ran back to the car and took out a more powerful semi-automatic weapon, shooting at Spider-Man.

Spider-Man's reaction was incredibly fast. He jumped behind the counter and used it as cover. Then, he sprayed spider web onto the face of the shooter, causing him to lose his sight. He then jumped out and punched him.

After knocking down all four robbers, Spider-Man walked over to the severely injured store clerk and used his spider web to seal his wound.

The sirens of police and ambulance sounded at the same time. When Peter walked into the middle of the road, he saw Gwen standing behind a car, looking at him and Spider-Man.

Gwen's eyes were red, but she stared at Spider-Man, as if trying to figure out something from him.

Peter stood in the middle of the road, with the strong sunlight shining on him. He clenched his fists, as if he had made a decision that required a lot of courage. Then, he dashed in place and hugged Gwen, firing a spider web at the high-rise building, swinging them away.

In the shining sunlight, Peter held Gwen as they swung through the Hollywood street's high-rise buildings, like a tunnel through time and space, arriving at the sets of those fantasy movies. Gwen's hair swayed in the wind, and the people and cars on the road seemed incredibly small.

Spider-Man brought her to the highest building rooftop. When they landed, Gwen couldn't help but reach out to touch Spider-Man's mask. Peter also reached out to cover Gwen's hand, then reached to his forehead and pulled off his mask.

The light solidified, time stood still, Peter's hair danced in the sunlight, becoming golden threads, and the surrounding dust played the music louder, like in one grand adventure after another in this City.

In the silent symphony, Peter, wearing his Spider-Man suit, tightly embraced Gwen.

Then, for the first time, he kissed Gwen in the dazzling sunlight, in a pure white world, and their figures were blended into the light.

The light shone through them, illuminating the broken jewelry counter in the jewelry store robbery, and a shiny gemstone fell to the ground, shimmering brilliantly in the sunlight.

As the light faded, the gem's brilliant color became mysterious and obscure, and a whip flew over, the slender tip curling up the gemstone. Catwoman jumped onto the roof beam, then hung upside down with the whip on the beam, watching as Batman walked into the jewelry store.

She waved goodbye to Batman with a smile and said, "Bye-bye."

Then she lifted her body and performed a gorgeous balance beam movement, running along the roof beam, and finally jumping out of the back door, with Batman chasing closely behind her.

Under a huge round moon, the City turned into a silhouette, and two tiny figures jumped between high-rise buildings.

Batman's cape swayed in the wind, and the resistance coming from it was like a dark hand grabbing him, hindering him from moving forward.

The eyes under the mask stared closely at the petite figure. Batman didn't know if he was chasing after criminals or...love?

But the more he was invested, the only thing in his eyes was that figure. When he felt the resistance coming from behind, he reached back and ripped off his cape, grabbing it in his hand.

When he jumped down from the high-rise building, Batman hugged Catwoman and used his grappling hook to grab onto the rooftop of the other building. When they landed on the rooftop, Batman's cape rustled in the wind.

After an inexplicable deep kiss, Catwoman hugged him and put her ear to his chest, saying, "Your heartbeat is really fast."

"So are you."

That wildness returned to Catwoman's brow, with a hint of playfulness and madness. She stroked Batman's face with her hand and said, "Did you think I would be immersed in such a dream?"

"Wearing a beautiful long dress, listening to your compliments, dancing and chatting with you, Batman, don't be silly, that's not us..."

The crazy gleam in her eyes made Batman even more fascinated. Catwoman's voice was like the temptation of the devil. She said, "That kind of life is good, that kind of dream is really beautiful, but that's not us..."

"...you're crazy," Batman said, and the resonance from his chest spread along Catwoman's fingertips. Catwoman drew closer to him and said, "If you were anyone else, I wouldn't mind having that kind of dream. In the dream, I'm a poor girl from the slums, and you're a billionaire..."

"You gave me everything, money, jewels, love. You drowned me in the world's most luxurious jewelry, then held my hand, we danced, kissed, and then walked into the church until we entered the grave..."

Catwoman pressed her finger against Batman's chest and said, "But that's too ordinary."

Catwoman looked into Batman's eyes and said, "I'm crazy. I can't just live like this. I have to become a thief."

"Batman, Batman... But what if I'm not crazy..."

"...how lonely would you be?"

Catwoman clearly felt Batman's body stiffen for a moment. He looked at her with complex emotions in his eyes, as if some feelings had suddenly surged up.

"If you're a weirdo who likes to dress up as a bat, then I'm a crazy person who wants to turn into a cat. We're a perfect match."

Catwoman let go of Batman's hand and stepped back from his embrace. She said, "Otherwise, who do you think we are?"

"If it were like in the movies, I should tell you now, no matter who you are, I love you, and encourage you, give you courage..."

"Then you'll take off the mask, revealing your true identity to me, be honest with me, say you love me, and then kiss me."

"But we're not making a movie..."

Catwoman's eyes were neither sad nor disappointed, but rather playful and relaxed. She said, "So I'm going to tell you that it doesn't matter if you're a bat or not, or how many souls you have, I don't care."

"Why?"

"Because we're both crazy, Batman... that way we won't be lonely."

Batman focused on her, the light in Catwoman's eyes fascinated him, almost losing his sanity, ignoring the warning of his instincts, the bat's low voice echoed between the two of them, "You really are crazy..."

"...but so am I."

The response to him was a kiss, a kiss from a cat.

On such a pitch-black night, accompanied by a low and soothing nocturne, two lunatics and a monster embraced each other, exchanging their absurd and twisted love.

Like a black and white overlapping old movie, the brightest light and the darkest night from two universes embraced their lovers.

Their fate seemed absurd like a movie to each other, taking turns playing out above the city that had witnessed countless exciting scenes.

"Click," the projector turned on, Schiller pulled out the old videotape inside. After the black and white interlaced light and shadow disappeared, the friends from two different times and spaces all leaned tiredly on the sofa, only he remained alert.