The next morning, the shrill sound of sirens shattered the tranquility of the suburbs.

A police car was parked outside the long-abandoned chemical plant, with yellow cordons set up around it, and last night there was a fierce shootout here, and residents living far away from the place heard it, so they immediately called the police station.

Two uniformed policemen got out of the car and walked into the abandoned factory full of a rotten and musty smell, they saw a shocking bloody scene, a burly man with a strong physique fell to the ground, one arm was broken and twisted, a large piece of blood stained the ground, the big man's eyes bulged out, as if he was in great pain before he died, there were many bullet holes all around, and it seemed that there was indeed a fierce shootout.

Walking up the stairs, more people fell to the ground, all holding guns in their hands, most of them were crushed throats, or their necks were broken, according to the rich experience of the two policemen, the other party's methods were clean and neat, and the power was great, otherwise it would be impossible to break the neck of an adult in an instant, and finally their eyes stayed on the middle-aged man in a suit, those dull eyes, full of shock and fear, as if they couldn't believe anything until death.

"It's going to be busy again." A young policeman said excitedly that what a newcomer like him is most looking forward to is encountering such a big case.

"Put away the daydreams in your head, this thing is probably not easy to do, there are too few clues."

The older policeman poured cold water, judging from the residual traces of the crime scene, the murderer looked like a professionally trained killer or mercenary, and in the face of so many gunmen, he still solved the battle very cleanly, just thinking about it makes people feel terrible.

"This guy seems to be Frank Damico's men, maybe a gangster vendetta." The young policeman recognized the dead middle-aged man.

"Whatever it is, it's not our turn to take care of this, just write the report when the time comes."

The older policeman shook his head, he knew that there was a special agency responsible for dealing with this kind of thing, and the confidential files of the police station would be handed over to those black-clothed agents, and even the police chief, who had always had a bad temper, smiled at those indifferent and rigid black-clothed agents, and it was conceivable how terrible the secret agency behind the other party had.

"Lock off the scene, maybe you can find some useful clues, anyway, just leave this matter to those guys."

The older policeman patted his colleague on the shoulder, and many things cannot be explored to the truth, because the facts hidden behind them are often unbearable.

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At ten o'clock in the morning, the bright sunlight shines through the windows and pours into the lively and noisy classroom.

Sean, who was idle and bored and leaned on his seat, saw Peter Parker, who was a little different from usual, this nerd-like guy, became energetic today, as if his whole body was full of inexhaustible strength, and even his voice was much louder, and the whole person exuded a sense of confidence.

This earth-shaking change surprised even Harry Osborne, who couldn't understand what Peter had gone through and how there could have been such a huge change.

Sean, who was sitting in the seat, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, he may be the only one who knows the reason, in his own perception, Peter, who was extremely weak in the past, has undergone a great change, his muscles are full of strength when he walks, and the reaction ability of the whole person has become extraordinarily fast, as if it has been strengthened several times, this is the genetic mutation brought by the super spider, which gives Peter a strong physical fitness, as well as some incredible special abilities.

"But compared to his current self, Peter is still a little worse."

Sean compares himself to Peter, thinking that if he really fights, he should be able to beat the young and immature Spider-Man all over the ground.

Bathed in the noon sun, Sean is full of joy, he has been doing physical exercise recently, so that the speed of absorbing energy will be much faster, especially after the devil's extreme exercise, he found that his physical fitness is still growing, which makes Sean very happy, there is room for improvement means that he can continue to strengthen.

In a complex world where there are cosmic-level gods, Sean is far from being satisfied with his current strength, and he hopes that he can be stronger until he can gain a foothold in this world and have a place.

After another boring afternoon, Sean quickly packed his things and prepared to go home for his daily training schedule, and by the way, planning a cordial visit to Mr. Frank Damico, the big drug lord on the West Coast would not have imagined that there would be a high school student who was carefully planning how to get rid of himself and his gang.

"Wow, that's unbelievable, Pitt just beat up Thompson on the football team!"

"You're talking about that nerd Peter Parker?"

"Of course, it's that 'insignificant Parker' who Thompson in the dining room, and then in the hallway Thompson was about to get Pete in trouble, only to be beaten up instead!"

"That guy can't be doping, right? Thompson is the star of the football team, as strong as a cow! ”

Sean listened to the campus gossip whispered by the students, and couldn't help snickering in his heart, now Peter Parker is no longer the nerd who lets others bully.

Probably soon, New York will have an additional masked weirdo in a red and blue uniform, dragging a long spider silk down from the sky and knocking a group of criminals to the ground.

At the end of school, Sean saw him walk out of the school gate in a hurry, different from the previous humble and timid, this high school student is like a victorious general at the moment, strutting forward, this is probably the change brought about by the powerful force.

Walking on the street home, Sean suddenly felt an unusual gaze, as if someone was following and peeping at him, he was slightly startled, pressed the idea of turning his head, pretended to walk to the door of a store inadvertently, bought a bottle of soda, and looked through the reflector of the car parked on the street, and saw a man in black wearing sunglasses, pretending to buy a newspaper from the newsstand, but in fact, his eyes stayed on himself.

"Frank Damico's men came to the door?"

Sean had doubts in his heart, how could the big drug lord play the game of tracking and surveillance, and as he walked all the way, he found that there was more than one person who followed him, and the other party seemed to be professionally trained, if it weren't for Sean's keen perception and a little knowledge of anti-tracking, he really couldn't detect these people.

"If it's not a gangster, then it's ......"

Sean's face was gloomy, and he remembered a special agency in this world that specializes in investigating various supernatural events, dealing with unconventional crises, and by the way, gathering a team of powerful superheroes.

"I shouldn't have found me so soon."

Sean thought to himself that he didn't want to come into contact with that special agency so early, especially when he met a one-eyed black man, who, according to the usual routine in movies, never ended well for people who worked for the government.

He could have dealt with mutants, or talked to the playboy about his appreciation and taste for women, but he was pestered by Nick Fury and joined S.H.I.E.L.D. for free.

"It stands to reason that S.H.I.E.L.D. couldn't have noticed me, and there must be something wrong with this."

Sean frowned, and it seemed that he had to figure out what was going on, or he would remain in a passive position.