Manhattan is lit up at night.

Standing on top of a tall building, Mawson looked at the bustling Manhattan district, and at this moment he even felt that the world was under his feet.

"Ryoko Tamiya."

Mawson let out a low sigh, and then the shape of his right hand changed, and a mouth appeared on the palm of his hand.

"Mr. Mawson, do you have any orders?"

Ryoko Tamiya is not a person who talks a lot, and from time to time she falls into thinking mode, which is much more rigid than Xiaoyou.

"If you are in the form of silk, how far can it be extended?" Mawson asked.

"Your body is far more than ordinary people, and with the current strength, even if you extend 100 meters, you can still contract freely."

"It's a pity, the range of morphological changes is too small, and if I assimilate more cells, the extension distance should be able to rise again."

He clenched his fist slightly, and when he opened his hand again, the palm of his entire right hand had become hideous.

The surface of the palm is red and white, and the outside is covered with a layer of white bone armor, which is also interlaced with scarlet tendons, which looks evil and aggressive.

But the mutation in his right hand only spread to about three fingers above his wrist, and beyond that, it was the normal tissue structure.

According to Ryoko Tamiya, assimilation to this extent has exhausted all her cells, and if she continues to do so, she is afraid that she will lose her sense of self.

And that would lose the meaning of Mawson's parasitism.

The scope of assimilation is too small, and Mawson's right hand cannot transform into a large broadsword and a giant axe, and now only two forms are more effective: silk and claw.

Mawson speculated that the so-called silk form should be an ability inherited from Ryoko Tamiya's hair.

In this form, Mawson's right hand can be stretched out like a hair, and the limit range can be extended to nearly 100 meters, and in the effective control state, it can also maintain a distance of 50 meters.

The tip of the silk state is sharp, which can easily pierce the cement wall, and the top blade is deformed and stuck in the wall, and then through the contraction of the muscles, it can pull Mawson's whole person over, forming a swing similar to Spider-Man.

Even without walls, the filaments formed are as flexible as arms, allowing them to cling to and grip any protruding object before tearing Mawson away.

With this thing, not only his movement speed, but also his attack range has skyrocketed, and even if you take into account the precision control, you can at least cover any place within a 30-meter radius or something.

It has achieved a true 360-degree without dead ends!

And he stood here to test the actual effect in the silk state.

Returning his right hand to its original shape, Mawson looked down and saw that the cars on the street were as small as matchboxes, and this height had fallen......

The picture must not be too pretty.

Just as he was about to jump, a chuckle suddenly came from behind him, "Dude, you're not going to jump from here, are you?"

Mawson was slightly stunned, turned sideways slightly, and a figure in a red and blue uniform was standing diagonally on the glass ball above him with his hands on his shoulders.

"Listen to me, man, if you want to kill yourself, you can choose a lower place, this height will fall...... Boom! It was a terrible scene. ”

"If you accidentally hit a car or a person, tsk, a proper homicide scene, even if it hits the ground, the burst of minced meat and bone residue can definitely scare the people around you to death."

"Believe me, I'm jumping from building to building all day, and when it comes to experience, no one is better than me."

"I really want to kill myself, the height of a dozen floors is enough."

"In fact, it doesn't matter how many floors you choose, what matters is the posture of the landing, which is very important, the head hits the ground first, relatively speaking, the least pain, and the suicide is easier to succeed, correspondingly, if it is ...... feet"

The person who came was naturally Spider-Man - Peter Parker.

Mawson didn't even squeak, and Peter Parker went on and on until he finally changed his mind.

"Is there something sad that has happened, if you want, you can tell me about it, you see, I am a stranger to you, you don't have to worry that I will tell your secrets to others."

He looked around.

"There's no one else here, and I'll be your best listener." In the end, there was not much ridicule in his tone, it was full of sincerity.

Perhaps because of this, Spider-Man can be loved by New Yorkers and become a good neighbor to everyone.

"Don't hang around on such a good night, spend more time with your girlfriend and family." Mawson didn't turn around, and said meaningfully.

"Wow, are you concerned about my emotional life?" Peter Parker hurriedly changed the subject.

"Speaking of feelings, why don't we talk about you, man, have you encountered any emotional setbacks?" Peter Parker flicked his body and landed beside Mawson.

He stretched out his hand and was about to pat Mawson's shoulder, but suddenly saw half a metal mask on Mawson's face, and then looked down to notice Mawson's obscure left palm.

He panicked in his heart, and almost fell off the edge, couldn't help but pull away some distance, and asked with a frown.

"Is that you?"

Mawson had been standing in the shadows, with his back to Peter, and he did not recognize it for a while, when he suddenly saw the mysterious man he had met a few days ago, and he was naturally very surprised.

"The Iron Arm?" He exclaimed.

"Who gave me this name?"

"It's so bad!" Mawson's face was black.

"I'm still an Astro Boy." Mawson couldn't help but spit out.

"Astro Boy?"

"You're Japanese?" Peter Parker continued.

Mawson's face was even darker.

With a roll of his eyes, he burst into playfulness and chuckled.

"My name is Peter, Peter Parker!"

"What about you, what do you call them?"

"Ahem...... Ahem! ”

Peter Parker almost didn't catch his breath when he heard Mawson's name, and he coughed in a panic.

"This guy has the same name and surname as me?!"

"Is it such a coincidence?"

"Or did he see something?"

Peter Parker's mind was racing, "No, it can't be! I'm Spider-Man's secret that no one knows except Gwen. ”

"It's a coincidence, it must be just a coincidence."

Peter Parker comforted himself.

He smiled awkwardly, "What a good name, Peter, it makes people like it." ”

"What about you, what do you call them?" Mawson smiled in his heart and continued to ask.

If it weren't for the fact that the dead were greater, should I have told him that my name was Richard Parker? Mawson thought to himself.

"Hah...... Ha, you can call me Spider-Man, I prefer that name. ”

At this moment, an alarm bell flashed in the distance, and seeing this scene, Peter Parker felt pardoned.

"Oh no, there seems to be some accident ahead, nice to meet you, Peter...... Mr. Parker. ”

Peter looked tired, "But I'm going down to help, and we'll talk another day." ”

Before leaving, he glanced at Mawson and subconsciously said, "Do you want to go over and have a look?" ”

Mawson was trying to test his new abilities and nodded without hesitation.

"Good!"

Peter: %@#!

"Let your mouth owe!"