New York, Queens, empty streets.

Peter's eyes widened as he watched as the massive black fist churned and slammed into his nose with a violent current. A hot tingling sensation crept down his neck and into his brain, and the spider senses buzzed incessantly.

He dodged the big black tiger in front of him with a rotten cloak on two back-jumps, and with each step he took back, he continued to punch him with a muffled roar in his throat.

"Wow, to be honest, you're ugly." Peter dodged a punch with a short body, followed by a bend of his legs and jumped up, "Who knitted this tattered cloak for you?" Listen to me, your tailor should be fired, he looks like he's in a huge problem with his technique and aesthetics. ”

The guy in black screamed, and his five fingers spread out and leaned sharply. Peter's shoulders shrank and narrowly avoided it, and at the same time flew up to shoot back, but he was also pushed down by the opponent's strong arm.

"And what's the deal with your mask? You look like you forgot to keep an eye on it...... I can't imagine how you can see outside with that thing on. Let me guess, you got bitten by a bat and you didn't need your sight? ”

Peter's mouth did not stop for a moment, but his feet did not slow down. This black guy doesn't seem to be much slower than him, and he seems to have a faint advantage in strength. Two figures are entangled and staggered through the streets of Queens, and the speed is dizzying.

Peter kept grinding his tongue, but he knew in his heart that this was just to hide his nervousness and anxiety, and he always liked to talk when he was nervous, because it helped him divert his attention and relax his tense nerves.

But how could he not be nervous? This superpowered man in a ridiculous blue-black straitjacket – whoever he is – is running for Peter Parker, not Spider-Man. This means that the other party knows that Peter Parker is a secret of Spider-Man, and it also means that even if he has decided not to be Spider-Man anymore, his family and friends may be threatened.

Calm down, Parker. He said to himself. First of all, you've got to get this stupid big guy, he doesn't look that hard to deal with, right? You've dealt with so many tough supercriminals, and of course you can take out a muscular idiot with a tattered cloak and no eyes.

He flew and jumped on top of the big black man's head, and with a press of his palm on the thick back of the other party, his body rose up, and he flipped and fell to the other person's back in an elegant and perfect arc.

But what he didn't expect was that the man in black turned around suddenly, raised his hands, and two slender white spider silks erupted from his hands! The spider silk coldly struck Peter's back in mid-air, and a huge force pulled him back. The man in black rose with his right foot and kicked him hard in the air. Peter snorted and flew upside down, breaking a fence and falling into the backyard of a house.

Peter got up from the middle of the knocked potted plant, shaking his head: "I really hope this owner is not at home......"

The spider's sensing became violent again, and the black shadow flew over the courtyard wall and chased after it. Two strands of spider silk shot out of each other's hands, spun and spread two white webs and pounced on Peter.

Peter dodged sideways and grabbed two spider silks with his backhand: "Hey! That's my patent! I'm going to sue you for stealing the fruits of other people's labor! ”

As he said this, he was only more worried in his heart, and more and more questions came to his mind. Something like who is this guy? Why can he spit spider silk too? Who sent him? How do they know who Spider-Man is?

But these questions can only be answered after the other person has been beaten down first.

Peter dragged the two spider silks and pulled the man in black in front of him. He swept the opponent's door with precise kicks, causing the opponent to smash the drying rack in the yard with several consecutive somersaults, and the dried clothes were scattered all over the ground.

"When the owner of this house comes back, I'll tell them that you did it!"

Peter caught up with him with two ups and downs in a row. The man in black got up and punched him, and Peter dodged away, returning a right hook to the face. The guy had an astonishingly thick skin, and he felt like his fist had hit a hard brick.

"Roar!"

The strange man in black roared angrily, and slammed his palm against Peter's face. He grabbed Peter's head and lifted him over his head and threw him back to the ground. A strong tremor spread down his spine, and Peter felt the world spin around, and his brain was dizzy and seemed to lose his balance.

He saw the black-clad monster scream and raise his fists in the air, as if he was about to smash it down on him, but the fainting sensation made him unable to avoid it.

Great, it's going to hurt to death now.

But the expected shock did not come. He saw the black-clad monster's fist hang in mid-air and stopped, and half a second later he suddenly erupted into an even more terrible scream. He clutched his head and staggered backwards, like someone had started a blender in his head.

The strange man retreated to the courtyard wall and shook his head vigorously, as if suddenly he had lost interest in Peter. He turned and leaped over the courtyard wall, and disappeared in a moment along the long road outside.

Peter dragged his aching arm to his feet: "Okay, what kind of song is this?" ”

***

Somewhere in the middle of nowhere, in the CIA's top-secret biology laboratory.

Staff members wrapped in white hazmat suits moved up and down the chamber, column-shaped petri dishes filled with sea-blue liquid standing in the middle of the room. Countless sophisticated instruments are connected to this instrument, and various complex data are entered into the computer in the extravehicular control room at all times.

Unlike the cloning lab on the other side, there is only one test subject in the entire lab here, because this test subject is the most different.

A man in a well-dressed suit with a middle-parted head stood in the control room, and from the perspective of his dress and aura, he seemed to be the person in charge of this piece. A young assistant in a white lab coat walked up to him, flipping through a document recording the data.

"You said you want to manipulate the subject's memories right now?" The assistant asked.

The man in the suit glanced at him: "This is what the master controller meant." This is the work he cares about the most and is also the most proud, and he hopes that the experiment will be ready to be put into use right now. ”

"According to the monitoring data, the test subjects are still unstable in many aspects." "Especially in terms of memory, the target memory is already chaotic, fragmented, and unsystematic, and if we rashly modify the operation, or even instill a completely new set of memories, it may lead to damage to the target brain function." Worst-case scenario...... Maybe there will be an accident like last night in another lab. ”

The man in the suit raised his eyebrows: "You're saying that the test subject may go berserk and get out of here?" ”

"We should consider that possibility, sir."

"Then fix it for me!" The man in the suit raised his voice, "I'm sure you don't need me to remind you of how dangerous a man the master is. If you have to bother him to adjust this little thing himself, you won't want to know what the end will be. ”

"Okay." The assistant closed the folder, "I'll let the team know and see if there's anything we can do." ”

The assistant walked out briskly with the papers. The man in the suit stood with his arms folded for a while, until the red warning light abruptly covered the room, and the siren sounded along every passage of the base.

"Sir! Labs are invaded! ”

The man in the suit snorted coldly: "Hacking into CIA facilities? Who is so tired of being so alive? Tell all the agents in the facility - whoever dares to break in, shoot me first and then ask questions! ”

Rumble!

As if it was about to shake the roar of heaven and earth, the super-heavy alloy door panel at the entrance of the facility smashed down under the action of the domineering external force, stirring up heavy smoke and dust. The agents guarding the entryway pointed their guns in the direction of the entrance, holding their breath motionless.

The slight beep of the machinery sounded, and the pitch-black armor broke through the smoke screen and appeared outside the door. The V-shaped eyepiece reflected Sen Ran's line of sight, and the light blue fluorescence was faintly terrifying.

The moment he stepped out of the smokescreen, everyone stopped breathing.

It felt like a cold hand was holding your throat.

(Thanks to the 1000 starting coins of the book friend who is simply not pretentious, and the 100 starting point coins that the book friend is rewarded!) ）