Boom, a spark with a pungent smell rose and the armor fell heavily to the ground.

It was more than ten minutes since Spider-Man appeared. In front of his agile opponent, no matter how hard the armor tried, he could not beat him. However, he was bound by the soft spider silk that was constantly entangled. As soon as he tore off this one, another came from there, as if he had fallen into a quagmire.

"Beautiful job." The bystanders waved their fists and roared, venting their depression just now. Everyone was excited as the rushing ghost armor fell to this field. Hundreds of cars lighted up the lights, and thousands of light columns made the place clear as day. Not only the reporters, policemen and soldiers, and the residents nearby rushed over. Among the crowd, it even saw its wife and daughter, but now they could no longer recognize it.

The already broken armor was smashed into the cockpit and was smoked by flames. After the spider silk was tied up, even its creator could not recognize the original appearance.

Maybe everyone thinks it is a crazy out-of-control robot.

The armor was drowsy, and then the spider silk that was stuck in the jaw was hung up, and Spider-Man rushed from the side to give it a heavy blow.

The two thousand pounds of body slammed hard on the ground, splashing a piece of dust and debris, and silicone burst out from the cracks at her waist, falling to the ground like scattered stone chips.

"Try my fist, this is for my brother!" A policeman who even ran away his shoes came and shouted loudly, punching his helmet, and his hands were bleeding and he didn't notice it, then raised his hands and accepted everyone's cheers like a hero.

"And I!" The soldier's head was covered in blood. He walked forward with a few colleagues with a vicious look on his face, turned over the M4A1 carbine, grabbed the butt stock and shot it madly at the armor. The steel collided with the steel, and the sound of Mars and metal rubbing constantly, and the armor kept twitching, rolling in the middle of the soldiers' beatings.

"This is a contempt from humans, a robot." The quiet woman squatted on its head, leaving behind contemptuous traces of water, and then more people joined the carnival.

A slammed into the surveillance probe under the helmet, and the small red light went out, leaving only another figure who was still insisting on finding his wife from the crowd again.

But she appeared and disappeared, like an elf that did not belong to the world. After a glance, she could never see any trace again.

People let go of all their concerns, and used the spider silk launched by Spider-Man to drag the armor and pulled it from the community gate to the road, but they squeezed the hero out of the crowd. The armor tried hard to grasp the ground and didn't want to stay away, but it finally couldn't fight against the fanatical crowd with one man's strength. They threw it on the avenue, then jumped up, jumping on it frantically, laughing, and every step of the trampling caused its body to be more hurt.

Although its function was declining sharply, the armor had not given up yet. It still insisted on crawling back with its own hands. The hard road surface was sunken by it, and it endured the blow from its back and slowly moved forward.

"Ah", a female reporter covered in sweat sprained her ankle. Only then did people realize that the deviled iron guy had not given up. A strong man violently pushed away the person next to him, threw the guy who was still jumping on the ground, took out a dagger from his body, skillfully found the joint of the waist of the armor, picked the shell bit by bit, and then pulled the piece of armor a few times to break it from the middle.

"Everyone", the strong man put one hand on the original position of the armor piece, shouting loudly, and the crazy crowd temporarily calmed down. "Everyone!"

"Now, let's start this divine revenge."

The loud and bright voice of the strong man passed through the crowd, and suddenly a tremor arose from the hearts of people. They were like the Roman citizens who were keen to watch the executioner cut off the heads of sinners in the ancient Roman Empire. Their cheeks were flushed and their eyes were shining, as if they had reached the most important moment in their lives, and they were staring at them with all their concentration.

"Hey, isn't this good?" Spider-Man asked in surprise, but the left and right were looking at the front devoutly, and no one paid attention to him. The play was already separated from his script. The civilians, police and soldiers not only did not enforce the law, but instead surrounded the ghost armor like a religious ceremony.

People completely forgot that armor had shown mercy to those who avoided themselves, and even forgot the casualties caused by the conflict. Thousands of people held their breath waiting for the strong man to announce the verdict.

"Save me, holy angel, use your wings to protect me." The strong man howled to the sky, reading a line from Hamlet's third act.

Some people were ignorant, others were excited, and they shouted in unison:

"Remember, my visit is just to sharpen your dull mind. Look, your mother is in a state of chaos, and the weak are particularly prone to illusions. You should give her help in the struggles in her heart."

The sound of hundreds of people inspired the strong man, and he continued along Hamlet's lyrics:

"Look at him! Look at him! Look at his miserable gaze, his appearance, and his grievances, even the stubborn stone will be moved by it."

Then more people joined his performance, and in the cheerful carnival, an indescribable gloom gradually arose.

"For the sake of God's mercy, don't apply comforting plaster on your conscience. Don't blame me for saying wildly and not admitting it is my fault. In doing so, you can only temporarily cover the ulcer of the ulcer, but in the depths you can't see, the stench of corruption will remain the same as before." The strong man sang loudly, and thousands of people responded in unison, and soon came to the end.

"I have repented to heaven and repent of my past mistakes to avoid the retribution of the future."

The strong man pulled it hard, and the wires under the armor piece were broken one by one, sparks and lightning burst out, and the armor spasmed for a while like cramps, and fell back to the ground weakly. The red light that was nostalgic in its one-eyed eyes gradually weakened, and finally stopped on a figure holding a girl.

In the office in the Morning Border Highlands, Eric sat quietly in the suspended seat, sensing the changes that took place in the distance. Whether it was the rise of armor, the obstruction of Spider-Man, or the changes in the crowd were all revealed in his heart.

When he finished watching the judgment given to the armor by the crowd, Eric also quietly recited another part of the third act twenty miles away.

“This is the punishment given to me by God, just as I am also the punishment given to him by God;

I am nothing more than a whip of God, the judge.

In order to do good, I must be vicious.

This is a bad start, and even worse is coming.”

Even worse is still behind - it's a pity not today. Eric said softly, the suspended seats gradually emitted a shimmer, and the whole building was resonating with it. The building body undulates at extremely subtle amplitudes, like breathing creatures, surging forces gathered together, and a galaxy-like vortex gradually emerged in the magnetic world, and starlights quickly rotated, like a miniature Milky Way, until its power was injected into the armor again.

With Eric's reinforcement, a change occurred twenty miles away. The soul that was unwilling to sleep was gained new vitality. It ignored the laws of science and directly dominated the body across the wires. It stood up again in people's horrified eyes.

With a wave of his armour, seven or eight people fell from it, and the crowd immediately ran around like a hen that exploded a nest. The arrogant and brave soldiers were among them. Now they didn't even dare to look back. The strong man who sang Hamlet and pulled the wires was the first to find something wrong and slipped out of the crowd and ran without a trace.

All that are left behind are local residents and a few journalists who are not afraid of death, and Spider-Man still has to protect them.

He forced himself to cheer up, Spider-Man shot out spider silk. After the scene just now, he was not happy at all.

That's the person I want to protect?

Go to hell.

Once they have mastered their power, they look even more evil than the devil.

If it weren't for the fear of ghost armor hurting people again, I hope it would be done with a beginning and an end, Spider-Man wouldn't have such a good temper to continue to serve.

"Big man, come here." He jumped around quickly, spinning around like a monkey, trying to pull its attention away.

But this time he was too confident.

The armor ignored his harassment and faced the front side, holding his hands one by one in front and one behind in front of his chest, bent his knees into high horse stance, maintaining a state of being able to move quickly at any time.

If Spider-Man has undergone military training, he will recognize this as a classic posture in military combat, which is very mobile and is especially suitable for facing several enemies in an open area. To deal with enemies behind him, you only need to turn your head and fight against enemies on both sides, and to rotate 90 degrees. Well-trained people can quickly deal with attacks from four directions.

The armor was posed and stopped moving. During this period, Spider-Man shot out spider silk and wrapped its upper body for several rounds. He felt that it was almost done, so he jumped high and rushed towards it. As soon as he approached, the armor suddenly moved. It used the support legs as the axis, used the rotation of its hips, swept and kicked it half straight legs, and kicked it heavily on Spider-Man's knee.

The kick was so strong that it was almost broken by him, and Spider-Man's legs were wailing, falling from the air, falling head on the ground, and then kicking him in the back, kicking him out of the back.

Now no one can stop the armor from fulfilling his wish.

The residents who had left the retreat walked all the way to the face of their wife and daughter, bent down and gently beat their chests.

The woman stared at the robot in a daze, and there was a ridiculous guess beating violently in her heart, but she didn't dare to say it.

But her daughter's eyes lit up when she saw this familiar action.

"Dad, it's Daddy." Angel shouted loudly, broke free from her mother's arms and jumped to the ground, throwing her head into her armor. She thought it was the machine her father used to test.

The armor carefully moved its only intact arm and gently hugged her daughter. This action finally dispelled his wife's doubts, and she rushed up.

"Baichi, is it you?" Tears blurted his wife's gaze. She trembled with her hands and reached into the cockpit where her husband had been, and pressed on the cold metal plate through the illusory figure.

The red light on the helmet gradually weakened, and its wish was already done, and this time it really left.

The lights in the distance were lit up again, and helicopters flew over the family separated by yin and yang. This time, the air was filled with fully armed soldiers, and the missiles on the fuselage were opposite the cannon.

Spider-Man gritted his teeth and got up with pain. Finally, he glanced at the three people hugging each other, shot spider silk into the distance with a frustration of unknown how to describe it, and then disappeared into the night sky.

The power was withdrawn like a tide, and Eric sat high in the suspended seat, asking silently:

"How do you feel now, Captain Curtis?"

In his spiritual world, a little man curled up naked in a ball of slump in the void.
Chapter completed!