"There are UFOs!" The two were looking at each other, and Spider-Man suddenly pointed behind, and the blue striped man couldn't help but turn his head.

His gaze had just shifted, and Spider-Man kicked the ground with both legs. The modified muscles immediately burst out with huge force, causing him to rush forward, raise his hand and punch through the blue striped man's chest on the spot.

At this time, Zhenma had just followed Fitz into the room, and immediately screamed when she saw this scene.

But the other party didn't care. Only a bunch of sand splashed out from his wound, and there was no sign of bleeding and injury. Instead, Spider-Man's arm was sucked and stuck tightly inside and couldn't be pulled out.

"What kind of monster are you?" A surprised voice sounded under the black mask.

The answer to him was a violent blow. The blue striped man held his right hand and his fist quickly expanded. The surface seemed to be made of sand, but it was extremely heavy. He immediately knocked the famous Spider-Man out of his body with one punch.

The black figure collided against the wall, blocking the retreat of the two rookie agents.

Only the sand man is standing now.

"I have no malice, I just want to take some money to treat my daughter." After knocking down the opponent, the blue striped man did not make things difficult for others. He saw the fear in the eyes of the two young people, and explained to them, picked up his bag and took out a bundle of banknotes from it and threw it to Fitz. "This is my compensation, I'm sorry for breaking your house."

He was about to jump out of the broken window when a shadow flashed behind him and the Spider-Man in Black stood up again.

"It's so annoying now. If you come out to deliver a courier, you will encounter such trouble. But it doesn't matter. I will be able to get you out soon---hey, big man, where are you going, look here!" Spider-Man in a black tights was completely different from usual. His mouth was not idle for a moment. His methods were much more ruthless.

As soon as the sand man turned around, he was shot by the spider bullets shot by his opponent. The wound on his chest quickly recovered, but then he was swept by a knee, causing his legs to turn into sand and explode, causing his upper body to lose balance and fall down.

The gravel splashed, and Spider-Man stepped on the target's head.

With a "bang", smoke and dust filled the air. Fitz and Simmons quickly turned their heads, and then heard a rampant laughter.

"The greater the ability. The greater the responsibility---this is what I should do, no need to thank you." The man in the black suit shook his fingers proudly at the two trembling young men, proudly thrusting his chest.

"But this is Mr. Eric's room..." Fitz said weakly. Now he and Jenma saw that the house was covered with dust, the tables, chairs and furniture were tilted, and the walls were also hit by spiders shooting everywhere. Not to mention the doors and windows, they were already broken. Broken glass and wood chips were spilled all over the floor.

"This is the property of S.H.I.E.L.D." Jenma added immediately afterwards. She originally wanted to use the prestige of the agents to make the violent Spider-Man feel scruples, but this reminder made the superhero very unhappy. He immediately shot out a spider silk and sealed Fitz's mouth and nose.

"Shut up!" he shouted. "I just stopped a guy in prison uniform from robbing bank property. I'm helping you!"

Before he finished speaking, a huge gravel arm swung him up.

"Maybe I'm a bad guy, but I'm at least an honest bad guy. I'm not like you, a sad wall climber, always hiding behind a mask." The sand man roared, waving his arms and swaying the person in his arms.

With the fierce sound of wind, the black figure rushed towards the wall. When he was about to touch the wall, Spider-Man skillfully flipped somersaults in the air and instead landed on the wall with his feet.

"Sorry, it's just a little bit." He stood vertically on the wall, shaking his index finger at his opponent. "If this continues, you will never win the plush toy."

The angered opponent rushed over and followed Spider-Man, who was dodging around, to rush out of the door.

"Oh no, that's our laboratory." Jenma screamed, and was about to chase after him to stop him. Fitz, who had just pulled off the spider silk, hugged her.

"Don't do this, you'll be hurt." The boy shouted, dragging her back hard.

It would be great if I had superpowers--in a panic, Fitz couldn't help but miss the feeling he had when he was a superhero. If he still had that power now, he would probably be able to keep these two guys out.

At this time, there was a loud noise in the laboratory, including the crisp sound of the glass container falling to the ground, and the sour creaking sound of the metal vessels when they were forcibly crushed. Without having to look over and peek, Fitz and Simmons could also think of what those precious instruments were tortured, not to mention that there were Eric's blood inside, but there were not even a few S.H.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.

Now only Spider-Man is still yelling inside.

"I remember, I've seen you, you shot an old man while robbing a car outside, and the police have your case."

The sand man was poked into the pain and his momentum suddenly became lower.

"I didn't mean it, it was an accident. When Dennis threw the money to me, the pistol went off fire. Fortunately, the gentleman was not hit." He defended himself, but the other party did not appreciate it.

"Let's say it easy, you almost killed him! He had just lost his job and had a wife and nephew. You almost ruined their entire family." Spider-Man accused him angrily, and his move became faster and faster.

"I'm sorry." The sand man took a step back and passively defended his opponent's offensive.

"If it's apologized, why do you need the police? - of course, I'm still there." Spider-Man in black fired a spider bullet unscrupulously. Suddenly, his eyes flashed and saw the vacuum cleaner used for the experiment next to him. He immediately thought of an idea. He bent down and turned on the switch, pointing the air intake pipe at his opponent.

"I saw you walking leisurely, which shows that the court's punishment was too light, so I found you a new guest room." He smiled strangely, and saw the gravel on the sand man's body being drawn by the powerful attraction of the vacuum cleaner. "Don't worry, there is no rent."

The power was adjusted to the maximum, half of the Sandman's body was deformed and twisted, and streams of dust drilled into the dust bag along the air intake pipe. Soon the equipment was filled, and half of the Sandman's body disappeared. Spider-Man did not pay attention to the increasingly expanding shell behind him, and was still trying to twist the knob. Suddenly, a sound of noise was heard, the vacuum cleaner was split into pieces, and the room was filled with sand and dust.

"Uh, why not compare speed to see who runs faster?" He suggested putting down the intake tube and touching the back of his head.

The sand man returned to his original form and stared at him unbearably.

Just as the new round of fight was about to begin, the door of the room opened and Eric walked in.

What he saw now was an indescribable tragic scene. Except for Fitz and Simmons, all other facilities were scrapped.

"Did I go to the wrong room?" Eric said casually, sending out the other agents who were about to rush in from behind. It was already messy enough that they didn't need to cause more trouble.

"No, but... you look familiar." He vaguely felt that this person was extremely familiar, but he couldn't remember when he had contacted him.

The sand man next to him felt the same way. When he broke free from others' control that night, he once glanced over inadvertently, then rushed to escape, and took a small path and broke into the experimental field. He became like this now.

"You probably remembered it wrong." Eric smiled and walked towards them. "Maybe I have to deduct you from compensation for the losses so that Fury would not send me a bill. That's not a reasonable guy."

"You can try it." Peter said with a tense face. He felt a little nervous for some reason, as if there was an invisible pressure growing slowly.

Eric advanced step by step, Spider-Man and Sandman moved back step by step, and when they were unable to retreat, they finally joined forces to launch an offensive.

Peter stepped on the ground hard and rushed towards the opponent. He changed directions halfway and tried to confuse his opponent. When he was about to get close, he punched Eric.

He underestimated the power of his opponent, and even without thinking, Eric could easily overwhelm him with his body alone.

Grabbing Peter's wrist, Eric waved hard and dragged him from the ground, swinging his backhand towards Flint who was rushing over from the other side.

The sand man was shocked. After the fight just now, he knew that Spider-Man's strength was not as strong as himself, but it was very difficult to deal with. He didn't expect to be caught by someone so easily. At this time, he had tried his best and had no time to adjust, so he was defeated half of his shoulders.

Flint snorted and retreated, and the sand and dust slowly landed on the ground.

Eric still grabbed Peter's wrist and twisted it casually. Little Parker screamed, and a black liquid that was as viscous as gelatinous was pulled off from him.

This was undoubtedly an unbearable pain for Peter. Not long ago, he was wearing the usual red and blue tights, but when the suit turned black, it gave him greater power. This power made people intoxicated and quietly changed his character, making the originally kind Spider-Man impulsive and irritable. Peter vaguely knew some of this side effect, but he really didn't want to escape from its influence.

Until today, Eric forced it down with his own strength, and Peter saw the true face of this black war suit.

After a while of wriggling from his chest, a ferocious devil's head emerged from it. It opened its mouth and sharp teeth, making a sharp scream at the enemy.

Eric smiled, his eyes flashed, and his ghost head suddenly burst. (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!
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