When Peter woke up from his sleep, his body seemed to be surrounded by a circle of dazzling lights. He narrowed his eyes and seemed to see himself being put in a glassware. The surrounding light made him unable to help but think that he was a little white mouse locked in a glass jar.

"We're meeting again, Mr. Parker."

Peter gradually adapted to the light's sight and recognized the guy outside - Richard Fisk, the guy who introduced him to work. There was no doubt that this hypocritical bastard was the culprit, or at least one of them.

Peter lay on the thick layer of glass, his teeth clattering: "It's you."

"Yes, it's me." Little Fisk smiled, "Also, I've seen this Mr. Chameleon, and it was his mother who made up and your little girlfriend who kidnapped you out."

The white-faced guy standing beside him nodded slightly, as if he was signaling that he was a chameleon.

"I have to say, you can run very well, Mr. Parker. As a high school student, your reaction exceeded my expectations. I thought you would surrender. But I guess you did know some good friends." Richard said this, showing a proud expression, "but in the end I was better."

"My friend has obtained evidence to prove my innocence." Peter glared at him through the glass, "You haven't won."

Little Fisk laughed.

"No, young Mr. Parker, you know nothing about the true nature of the city," he said. "Well, let me tell you how things will go next - because something has changed, we are not going to let you go to prison, we decided to execute you here. Tomorrow, the newspaper will publish the young Mr. Parker who is now in fear of guilt, and may have been incognito, and will not be able to tell you about it for decades to come."

"Do you think anyone would believe such a ridiculous report?"

"That's where you are naive, kids - it doesn't matter whether people believe it or not." Fisker continued, "and what you call evidence? There is no place to use it at all, and the court will not open a trial at all. Peter Parker just fled overseas, and no one will ask him again for decades."

Peter stopped talking and stared at his face through the glass for a while.

Then, his expression changed, pouring all his anger on a punch and hit the glass hard.

"I'm going to kill you!" he yelled.

"Wow," Little Fisk was obviously a little scared, and he snapped his fingers, "Kill him."

A layer of alloy iron sheet was lowered on the inside of the annular glass cover, and even with Peter's arm strength, it could not be shaken at all. The heavy blow sound came from the iron sheet one after another, but it was still useless.

"This kid is quite strong," said Richard Fisk, smiling slightly, "but it's meaningless."

The sound of the blow became smaller and smaller, because the oxygen inside was drained. Peter felt Venus in front of him, and the violent lack of oxygen almost stopped working. It was really funny. Spider-Man had to survive so many storms, and the final result was that he was suffocated to death behind a glass-rolled iron cover. The ridiculous part was that the other party didn't even know that he was Spider-Man at all.

His mind had begun to be confused, and Peter's eyes were in chaos. In the hazy, he seemed to hear a heavy explosion, and the source of the sound seemed to be close at hand, as if it was far away in the sky.

It was air, and the fresh air suddenly filled the turbid space. He greedily sucked air into his lungs with instinct, and finally woke up little by little.

I saw that the iron sheet blocking in front of me violently tore a large mouth with some means, and the glass slag fell all over the ground. Eric, who activated the green light armor, had appeared in the room at some point, and a huge hole was also opened on the wall behind him.

"Really, you've been so embarrassed after leaving for a while." Eric pinched his wrist, "It's true that I can't do it without me. The exit is there, leave now."

Peter was immediately delighted when he saw him. He knew that Eric meant to ask him to go out and change into his uniform and then come back. He looked at him gratefully and then quickly walked away.

Of course, Little Fisk was not happy and shouted: "Stop him!"

A group of miscellaneous soldiers in black uniforms quickly rushed out according to the orders, neatly picked up the submachine guns, pointing the muzzles in the direction where Peter ran away.

"Hey, are you going to think that I don't exist?"

Eric said, the armor had already sounded the electronic sound of "Speed ​​Speed ​​Mode Online". He made a mistake and his figure suddenly turned into a afterimage and flashed out. Before the first person had time to pull the trigger, the metal afterimage had already passed through the entire room for a whole circle, and in the blink of an eye, he pulled away the gun from everyone's hand.

With such a moment of delay, Peter's figure quickly disappeared at the end of the room passage and fled out with a turn. The metal afterimage flashed in front of Richard Fisk like a ghost, and a powerful arm pressed him hard against the wall.

"It's you, Jin Bing's son." He spoke lightly.

The chameleon beside him reacted quickly and wanted to pounce from behind him, but Eric kicked invisibly and fell to the ground without looking back, unable to get up for a long time. The whole process seemed to have trembled slightly in the eyes of outsiders, as if he had not moved at all.

Little Fisk felt the indescribable pressure, which made him feel a little nervous. He frowned and asked, "Who are you? Why do you want to help Parker?"

"Let me think about it...it's because of interest."

Speaking of this, Eric suddenly retracted his pupils, and he almost wanted to retreat. Lightning of speed power splashed on his armor. His body flashed several inches backwards in the nearly static world. The blue current suddenly penetrated the field of speed, and violently bombarded the armor, pushing him to fly out.

The blue current knocked him out and suddenly dissipated, scattering into the electronic devices around the room. The next second, the whole building was extinguished again as before, and all the electricity in the building gathered towards the center of the room, condensing into a blue human form.

Eric slapped the blue light that was beating on his body, stood up and looked at the shaped current, and hummed, "It's quite difficult."
Chapter completed!