Tony Stark said, "Do your duty well." Peter always thought he knew what was his duty. Fighting crime, eliminating sin, and helping the people... This should be what a hero should do, right?

But what about now?

Now some of their teammates led by Captain America may even have other heroes who refuse to register, and are about to end up with the same fate as criminals. When the incident escalates and the conflict between the two sides officially breaks out, does that mean that fighting these former heroes and throwing them into prison like criminals becomes a "subject"?

He couldn't figure out the answer.

He is just a child and has not graduated from high school. Some things are too complicated and difficult to understand for him. Even if he asks anyone around him, no one can tell him the correct answer.

Maybe it's because even adults don't know the answer. Or maybe there is no correct answer in such an incident. But it doesn't matter. Since he can't figure it out, he just chooses not to think about it. There is always someone who will make a choice, and it won't be the turn of him as a child.

He just needs to do what he has been doing just like in the past.

Just this week, Peter noticed that someone was selling some high-tech weapons near the community where he lived. Although it was not as advanced equipment, it was far beyond the level of firearms that street criminals should match. When the police encountered such high-tech gangsters, they were powerless to fight back. They were all energy weapons that could knock the bus apart and the freighter cracked. Conventional guns and bullets were like toys to play houses in comparison.

Peter fought with several of the high-tech criminals and roughly knew the power and performance of those weapons. According to his own speculation, these equipment should have been picked up by someone from various large battlefields. For example, the earliest Kerry invasion, the blue-skinned aliens threw down a large handful of rare equipment in New York. For example, Kang's invasion, which was even more exaggerated. The conqueror of the forty-first century threw a large number of weapons of future technology around the world.

Anyone or two of those weapons that are misbehaved by street crimes will cause considerable trouble.

The Avengers are arguing over the "Superhero Registration Act" these days, and no one has the time to deal with such minor troubles on the street. But even if it is a minor problem, someone will have to deal with it. Peter thinks he should be that person. Who made him the "friendly neighbor Spider-Man"?

Although he was just a child, he was also a formal Avenger after all, and he learned a lot in the team. He followed the clues and followed the clues to investigate, and finally found that the one selling these high-end equipment seemed to be a fixed group, and they had been engaged in this business for more than a year or two. He had no idea about the identity of the member of the group for the time being, but he knew that the other party's leader was a guy named "Vulture", carrying a pair of mechanical wings with turbines, covering his face, and flying around in the sky like a big metal bird.

After the last time he ran into two members of the group, Peter managed to stick a miniature tracker on the rear of their truck. This was his best clue so far. If he was lucky enough, the truck would directly lead him to find the other party's nest. Maybe he would be able to catch the gang that had been arrogant under everyone's noses for so many years tonight.

Peter felt a little better. This was the only news that could be considered good news these days.

Following the signal from the tracker, he swept into an abandoned warehouse near the outskirts of the city. The gloomy building was like a sleeping beast in the dark, as if it would wake up at any time and swallow any invaders.

The criminals seem to be fond of abandoned warehouses, factories, etc. It seems that criminals around the world are uncreative in selecting their locations.

Peter crawled in through the skylight. He stuck a spider silk to the beam and landed upside down.

There is no one. The mask's night vision mode is automatically activated. Thanks to Stark Technology's technical support, he can see clearly in the dark like daytime.

A large amount of dust floated in the air, and the smell of mold was filled with the smell of mold. Apart from himself, he could not sense half of the breath, and the whole place was empty.

Have you found the wrong place?

It shouldn't be. Peter walked around twice and soon found a truck covered with a piece of cloth. It seemed that his spider tracker he had encountered before was still firmly attached to the rear of the car, and it was working well. He looked around again and soon found several boxes of hidden high-tech equipment.

Good guy, everything is here. It seems that he has found the right place, but no one is at home for the time being.

Peter couldn't help but feel a little excited. The fact that he took down the high-tech criminal group alone was really exciting for a fifteen-year-old child. He curiously took out a strange-shaped gun from the pile of equipment, touched it left and right... until the spider buzzed and reminded him of danger. He threw away the gun reflexively, jumping sideways, and a blue high-hot beam of light hit out, almost sweeping past his body, and a big red hole flew out on the wall of the warehouse.

Peter took a breath.

It's so dangerous, and it's his fate half a second late.

This story tells us that good kids must not touch each other. Peter carefully put the gun back in place and made up his mind not to tinker with it before professionals come here.

So what to do now? Call a professional to come and deal with it?

Or are you waiting here for the criminals to come back to their nests and they will catch them all in one go?

Before Peter could come up with something, a slight noise came from outside.

Someone is here.

Peter quickly hid his body without thinking and retreated behind the bunker.

The footsteps gradually approached, very light, and the breath was restrained very well, but he could not escape Spider-Man's enhanced senses. He held his breath and listened to the other party approaching his position step by step. He accumulated strength on his arm and bowed his body...

That's now!

He could sense that the other party was just behind the cover. He jumped out, raised his hand and shot a spider web. But the other party reacted faster, and he avoided his spider web! Peter kicked under his feet, flew up, and punched him, but his arm was taken out with a faster skill and more precise angle. The man swung him and smashed him hard to the ground over his shoulder. On the lower side, he felt like a heavy hammer was pressing against his heart, and the tip of his nose seemed to smell... a faint fragrance?

The other party pressed him to the ground and pressed his knees against his chest. Then the two of them faced each other and saw each other's identity clearly...

"Gwen!?" Peter spoke out in surprise.
Chapter completed!