Midtown High School, a TV, radio, folding blackboard in the first year of high school.

No matter how reluctant Peter may be, Ned, who thinks he has reached a consensus, becomes his tablemate as a friend.

Other students are still reporting one after another, choosing seats.

Taking advantage of this time, Ned still opened the topic to Peter, "Peter, which hero do you like the most in the Avengers?" ”

"Heroes?" Peter replied without hesitation, "Iron Man." ”

"Oooh!"

Ned was even more excited, spitting around, "I like Iron Man too!" His steel suit is so handsome, and of course, he is also very rich. But he's only the second in my mind, and my favorite is really a symbol of peace, he's a veritable first hero! ”

Peter didn't argue with it.

Indeed, it is the consensus of all men and women of all ages in New York City that when it comes to this topic, they will default to the first place as a symbol of peace.

When it comes to a symbol of peace, no one compares him to other heroes. After all, the symbol of peace is the first superhero, he ended the long-running war of World War II, founded the Avengers, saved the world several times, and no other hero can match his fame or achievements.

The meaning of the existence of the symbol of peace is more like a kind of faith, and it has long been beyond the framework of the hero himself.

The corners of Peter's mouth quietly turned up, and if he let the fat man in front of him know that he had a fight with the symbol of peace, I wonder if he would be so shocked that his jaw dropped.

"Just sitting down like this?"

The male student near the classroom podium took the remote control from the podium and turned on the TV next to the blackboard.

The channel that had just been opened was broadcasting news and current affairs, and the smoke and fire footage immediately attracted the attention of all the students in the classroom.

"At 6:50 last night, a fire accident suddenly broke out in the Remy Five-Star Hotel on the central street of Queens, and the fire damage was serious, basically covering all the fifth floor. Thankfully, there were no casualties, thanks to a mysterious man in a red-and-blue tight-fitting suit......"

The female reporter released a video while explaining. In the video, Spider-Man can be vaguely seen swinging spider silk back and forth, rescuing a victim from the fifth floor to the ground at the door.

Ned looked at the news and said, "Wow, is that the new hero?" That guy seems to be able to fly? ”

"No, he shouldn't be able to fly." Peter touched his nose, the feeling of watching himself on TV was not bad.

Ned continued: "His clothes are biased towards Iron Man's design style, and they won't be made in imitation of Iron Man's suit, right?" ”

"This ......" Peter didn't know what to say, after all, the spider suit was made by Tony, and it can be said that Ned inadvertently touched the truth.

"Since it's a new hero, it must have a name, right? I want to think about it, how about calling him Fire Monkey? Cool name. Ned looked at Peter with interest, wanting to hear what he had to say.

Peter corrected a little excitedly: "His name is Spider-Man, not Fire Monkey!" ”

"Ugh." Ned looked confused, obviously frightened, and the other classmates turned their puzzled eyes to Peter.

"Childish." A short-haired schoolgirl sitting quietly reading a book in the corner glanced up at Peter.

"Well, I also heard from others."

Peter spread his hands awkwardly and buried his head in his schoolbag.

At the end of the news, a phased summary was made: "The cause of the fire has not yet been ascertained, and the police have preliminarily ruled out the accidental fire, which is likely to be artificially induced, please continue to pay attention to the New York News Channel for specific follow-up situations......"

"Is it artificial?"

Peter looked up, thinking back to the mysterious figure of the previous night, wearing a glass helmet and armor cloak, and driving a flash of red mist.

Who is that?

At this time, a restaurant in New York.

About thirty years old, but with a scumbag face, full of vicissitudes, he can no longer be called a young uncle, wearing a waiter suit, squatting at the door of the restaurant in a daze in frustration.

His name was Scott Lang, and he had only been in prison for stealing for a few months. Although he barely found a low-level job, after the divorce, it was difficult to get back the custody of his eldest daughter.

Scott needs a sum of money now, a lot of money, and he probably won't earn half a lifetime as a waiter.

Perhaps knowing Scott's current situation, his 'old friend' appeared in front of him and threw a cake-like suggestion to him in his predicament.

After hearing his old friend's proposal, Scott didn't think too much about it, and immediately refused: "Still stealing? Please, I've washed my hands and can't go to jail anymore! ”

"Shhhhh

One of the fat men put his arm on Scott's shoulder and said in a low voice, "We really need you this time, and I can assure you, this is your last." As long as you take it next, the money you get will not only be worrying about the rest of your life, but even your daughter will be able to return to you. ”

Scott was silent, and I have to say that he was moved, and he could do anything for his daughter.

"Tell me who the target is." Scott muttered.

"I knew you wouldn't say no."

The fat man clenched his fist excitedly, and said simply: "The other party is a businessman and scientist who has real estate in many places in New York, and he has a villa that has been idle for a long time, and according to his understanding, there is a super insurance room." By the way, the merchant's name is Hank Pym......"

Late that night, a van with curtains was parked on the villa road.

"I'm leaving."

Scott, dressed in a night suit, got out of the back door of the van after putting on his headset and mask. The other accomplices who remained in the car operated various instruments and equipment, shielded the nearby surveillance and signals, and monitored the every move of the nearby streets, with no less professionalism than international thieves.

After Scott left the van, he approached the target villa, he came to the wall, skillfully and dexterously climbed over the courtyard, opened the security window with a tool, and then got into the villa with a cat.

"Along the hall, there is a staircase on the right-hand side, go up to the second floor, and aim for the storage room in the third room in the order......"

Following the instructions of his companion from the headset, Scott turned on the flashlight and came to the storage room on the second floor, and when he saw the fingerprint security door, he couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth.

This is too pediatric, so naturally it will not be difficult for him.

Tape the old fingerprints left by the handle, reproduce the textures, and then scan the level with the reproduced fingerprints.

Five minutes later.

Without touching any alarms, Scott entered the storage room and saw the thickened steel safety door, which was two meters long and one meter wide.

"No wonder you're looking for me, I'm a troublesome guy." Scott exclaimed.

"What's wrong?" The companion asked in disbelief.

"It was made in Carbondale in 1910 and was made of Titanic steel."

Scott smiled habitually, "Remember hitting the iceberg, it's very cold-tolerant." ”

Scott is a former chief engineer, a thief, and a top-notch thief, and knows at a glance how to pry open the safe.

Small holes were drilled in the main structure of the fuse door, and after a large amount of water was injected, the freezing was accelerated by liquid nitrogen, and the inside and outside of the fuse door quickly froze into ice......

'Bang! ’

After a while, the entire safety door exploded open, and the door fell to the floor with a thud.

Hearing the sound of breaking the door, the companion on the other side of the headset couldn't hide his excitement and shouted: "Look at what's inside!" ”

Scott was also very excited, and with an arrow step, he stepped over the steel door that fell to the ground and entered the safe.

But it was empty, except for a table on which rested a dusty crimson motorcycle suit and a strange helmet.

"What is this?"

Scott's mouth was wide open, completely speechless.