New York, Queens, empty streets.

Peter widened his eyes and watched his huge black fist stirring the violent airflow towards his nose. The scorching stinging sensation crawled along his neck into his brain, and the spider sensation kept buzzing.

He jumped two times in a row to avoid the big black fist wearing a rotten cloak in front of him. Every time he took a step back, he continued to fist and chased him.

"Wow, to be honest, your outfit is really ugly." Peter drew short and rushed, and then leaned over and jumped up. "Who made you knit this broken cloak? Listen to my advice, your tailor should be fired. His skills and aesthetics seem to be huge problems."

The guy in black screamed, spread his fingers and leaned forward sharply. Peter hurriedly drifted away with a slight difference, and at the same time he flew up and shot back, but unfortunately he was also held down by the opponent's strong and strong arm.

"And what happened with your mask? You seemed to have forgotten to leave an eye...I can't imagine how you saw outside wearing that thing. Let me guess, you were bitten by a bat and then you didn't need vision?"

Peter's mouth didn't stop for a moment, but his feet didn't slow down. The black guy seemed to have no slower reaction than him, and he seemed to have a vague advantage in his strength. Two figures flew around the streets of Queens, dazzlingly fast.

Peter kept grinding his mouth, but in fact he knew in his heart that it was just to cover up his nervousness and anxiety. When he got nervous, he always liked chatter because it could help him divert his attention and relax his tense nerves.

But how could he not be nervous? This superpowered man in a ridiculous blue and black tights—whoever he is—was coming for Peter Parker, not Spider-Man. This means that the other party knows the secret of Peter Parker being Spider-Man, and that even if he has decided not to be Spider-Man, his relatives and friends may face threats.

Calm down, Parker. He said to himself. First of all, you have to deal with this stupid guy. He doesn't seem so difficult to deal with, right? You have dealt with so many difficult super criminals, and of course you can also kill a muscle idiot wearing a ragged cloak that doesn't even have eyes.

He jumped over the head of the big black man, pressed his palm against the other party's thick back, raised his body, and flipped it in an elegant and perfect arc toward the other party's back.

But what he unexpectedly expected was that the man in black turned around suddenly, raised his hands, and two slender white spider silk spider silk spurted out from his hands! The spider silk suddenly stuck to Peter's back, and a huge force pulled him back. The man in black suddenly rose up his right foot and kicked him hard in the air. Peter flew out with a muffled groan, knocked down a fence and fell into the backyard of a certain family.

Peter shaking his head from the middle of the overturned potted plant: "I really hope this owner is not at home..."

The spider sensing became violent again, and the black shadow flew over the courtyard wall and chased after him. Two spider silk shot out from each other's hands, and swung open two white nets and pounced on Peter.

Peter sideways and grabs two spider silks with his back hand: "Hey! That's my patent! I'm going to sue you for stealing the fruits of other people's labor!"

As he said this, he was actually even more worried in his heart, and more and more questions came to his mind. For example, who is this guy? Why can he spit spider silk? Who sent him? How could they know who Spider-Man is?

But these questions can only be answered after the other party is knocked down first.

Peter pulled the man in black into front of him with force with two spider silk. He accurately kicked and swept the opponent's door, kicking the opponent's several somersaults to smash the clothes rack in the yard, and the dried clothes were spread all over the floor.

"When the owner of this family comes back, I will tell them that you did it!"

Peter chased after two consecutive ups and downs. The man in black got up and punched him. Peter dodged and hit the opponent's face with a right hook. The guy was astonishingly thick as he felt that his fist was like hitting a hard brick.

"roar!"

The weird man in black roared irritably, and his palm suddenly pressed Peter's face. He grabbed Peter's head and lifted him over his head, and threw him back to the ground. A strong tremor spread out along his spine. Peter felt dizzy, his brain dizzy, as if he had lost his balance.

He saw the weird man in black screaming and raised his fists, as if he was about to smash it at him, but the feeling of fainting made him unable to avoid it.

Very good, it will definitely hurt so much now.

But the expected impact did not come. He saw the fist of the black-clothed monster suspended in the air and stopped. After half a second, he suddenly burst out with a more shrill scream. He covered his head and staggered back, as if someone started a mixer in his head.

The weird man retreated to the wall of the courtyard and shook his head vigorously, as if he suddenly lost interest in Peter. He turned around and jumped over the wall, and disappeared along the long road outside for a moment.

Peter stood up with his arm that was so painful that he fell, "Okay, where is this singing?"

***

Located somewhere in the wilderness, in the top secret biological laboratory of CIA Technology Department.

Staff members, who were tightly wrapped in white protective suits, came and went in the experimental cabin, and column-shaped petri dishes filled with sea blue liquid stood in the middle of the room. Countless sophisticated instruments and equipment were connected to this vessel, and various complex data were input into the computer in the outer cabin control room at every moment.

Unlike the cloning laboratory on the other side, there is only one experimental subject in the entire laboratory here, because this experimental subject is the most unique.

A man in a sophisticated suit and with a middle-parted head stood in the control room. From his outfit and aura, he seemed to be the person in charge of this area. A young assistant in a white coat walked up to him and flipped through the documents recording the relevant data.

"You said you want to operate the memory of the experimental subject now?" asked the assistant.

The man in the suit glanced at him sideways: "This is what the controller means. This is his most concerned and most proud work. He hopes that the experiment can be ready to be put into use after it is reflected."

"Based on the monitoring data, the physical signs of the experiment are still unstable in many aspects," the assistant said. "Especially in memory, the target memory is chaotic, scattered, and not systematic. If we rashly modify operations and even instill a completely new set of memories, it may cause damage to the target's brain function. At the worst case scenario... maybe an accident like that in another laboratory last night."

The man in the suit raised his eyebrows: "Are you saying that the experimental subject may get out of control and fight out of here?"

"We should take this possibility into consideration, sir."

"Then make it right now!" The man in the suit raised the volume, "I believe you don't need me to remind you how dangerous the controller is. If he has to trouble him to adjust this little thing himself, you won't want to know what the outcome will be."

"Okay." The assistant closed the folder, "I'll tell the team and see what we can do."

The assistant quickly walked out with the documents in his arms. The man in the suit held his arms and stood for a while until the red warning light suddenly covered the entire room, and the alarm sounded along every passage in the base.

"Sir! The laboratory was invaded!"

The man in the suit snorted coldly: "Invade the CIA facility? Who is so tired of living? Tell all the agents in the facility - no matter who dares to break in, shoot me first and then ask me!"

boom!

As if it was about to shake the roar of the world, the super-heavy metal door panel at the entrance of the facility smashed down under the domineering external force, causing heavy smoke and dust. The agents guarding the entrance passage pointed their muzzles at the direction of the entrance, calming their breath and holding their breath.

A slight beep of mechanical operation sounded, and the black armor broke through the smoke screen and appeared outside the door. A stern eyepiece was transmitted from the V-shaped eyepiece, and the light blue fluorescence was faint and sensational.

The moment he walked out of the smoke screen, everyone's breathing stopped.

It felt like I was strangling my throat and neck by my cold hands.
Chapter completed!