Columbia University, New York.

"There are more than 32,000 species of spiders in the world, and the following orders of spiders are divided into the order Sanya......"

Led by an Asian female teacher, 10th graders from Midtown High School walked into the research center at Columbia University, a public high school that was not easy to get a place to visit.

"Yummy! It's the most advanced electron microscope on the West Coast, and it's unbelievable. ”

Harry seemed to be more indifferent than the enthusiasm of his old friend Peter, the young master of the Osborne family was average in learning, and he was more attentive to the red-haired girl who walked in front than the boring scientific equipment.

“…… So these spiders have different abilities, and they use them to hunt for food, such as this Australian spider, which has a strong jumping ability; This is a web-knotting spider of the genus Paleocukia and the Phyllitidae family, which weaves funnel-shaped webs that are almost as strong as construction cables...... This one uses reflex action to hunt food, and its reflex nerve response is very fast, and many researchers believe that they have the ability to predict danger in advance......"

The Asian female teacher explained in great detail that these are all cultivated and modified by Columbia University through DNA for five years, and then used synthetic ribonucleic acid to create a new genome, creating super spiders with various wonderful abilities, and the final idea is to optimize the DNA of these spiders, so that humans can also obtain these extraordinary abilities.

Peter listened attentively, looking at the various spiders in the petri dish, and was amazed by their magical abilities, powerful jumps, tenacious webs, unimaginable nerve reflexes, and mysterious abilities similar to the sixth sense, all of which struck him as novel.

"Can I take a picture of the school magazine?"

Pete made a request to the female teacher, who was the photographer of the school magazine and was often responsible for taking pictures at school events.

After receiving approval, Peter raised his camera, and the moment he pressed the shutter, someone pushed him behind him, blurring the photo with good focus.

"Stay away from him!" Harry stepped up, knowing that his best friend was often bullied at school.

"What else are you going to do?" The boy who pushed Peter laughed strangely.

"Then Master Osborne will tell his father to fire your father's squid." A big guy teased that he was the one who bullied Peter the most, "What can your rich dad do to me?" Sue me? ”

The big guy grabbed Harry's clothes, and his tone was fierce, he had long seen that this rich boy was unhappy, because of his handsome appearance and the fact that his family was rich, there were many girls in Midtown High School who secretly liked this guy, especially the other party was often close to Mary-Jane, if it wasn't for the fear of being expelled, he would have let the young master of this rich family know how hard his fists were!

"Thompson, let him go." A young man spoke up, his flat tone revealing that he could not refuse.

"Sean ......"

The big guy named Thompson saw the object clearly, hesitated for a moment, let go of his hand, and turned away in a gray manner.

As the star of the school football team, Thompson usually relies on his extraordinary height and muscles in Midtown High School, which no one dares to mess with, but the situation has changed recently, Sean Siperth's unknown guy, I don't know when he has a good skill, even those street gangsters are not his opponents, everything that happened at the school gate yesterday has already spread throughout the campus.

Sean instantly became the man of the year in Midtown High School, and if someone else dared to order him like this, Thompson swung his fist directly, but in the face of the campus legend who defeated several street gangsters alone, he didn't have the courage.

"Thank you, Sean." Peter thanked him gratefully, and Harry on the side reluctantly nodded at his difficulty.

"It's all classmates, don't be so polite."

Sean waved his hand, he also helped easily, after all, seeing the young and young Spider-Man being bullied by a school bully, he couldn't sit idly by.

Who would have thought that on this very day, a nerd at Midtown High School, a high school student known as "the insignificant Peter Parker", would start the trajectory of becoming a superhero.

"Peter, what do you think humans would be like if they had the abilities of these spiders?" Sean asked Peter, who was taking a picture.

"It should be very powerful, he will have super reflexes, can dodge bullets, and has a strong jumping ability, allowing him to step over a building, and even fly over a wall like a spider."

Peter imagined that this high school student, who loved to read, had a lot of ideas about science.

Harry pouted and quietly walked towards Mary-Jane, chasing beautiful girls was Master Osborne's goal in life.

"Maybe you'll be such a great guy in the future." Sean patted Peter on the shoulder and walked away with a smile.

He already has the power of his own, and he has no interest in being bitten by a spider again, and the human body is constantly absorbing the light from the stars, providing endless life energy.

At the school gates, if Sean let go of his power, then he could stage a bloody slaughter, he felt that he could easily punch through the body of the gangster, and the flesh and blood of human beings would become as fragile as paper in his eyes.

Consciousness penetrated into the white light in his mind, and a progress bar appeared on the interface of the system, he was growing at an extremely slow rate every day, but so far, he had not broken through the limit of five percent, according to the above display, it seemed that every twenty-five percent of his ability could be unlocked.

When Peter heard Sean's words, he felt a little inexplicable, how could humans have the ability of spiders, he raised the camera in his hand, the lens kept changing, and finally moved to Mary-Jane's body, and then froze.

As one of the prettiest girls in Midtown High School, the lively and cheerful Mary Jane has always been the target of boys, such as Thompson, the big man of the football team, and her good friend Harry, as well as herself, all trying to get close to this red-haired girl, trying all kinds of ways to please each other.

However, compared to the initiative of others, Peter is too far behind, and he is introverted and does not dare to say a word to the girl he has a crush on, so he can only choose to watch silently.

Lost in thought, Peter didn't notice that a small spider was sliding down the spider's silk and crept up the camera to his palm, and the little guy seemed to be attracted, piercing the human skin with its mouthparts and gently biting it.

Peter's reflexively withdrew his hand, and the culprit spider was gone, leaving only a small lump on his palm, which looked like it had been bitten by a mosquito.

"It's strange, where do you get mosquitoes?" Pete looked puzzled.

The future Spider-Man started his life trajectory, and on the other hand, Sean was in trouble again, leaving Columbia University, and on the way back to school, he was blocked by a group of people.

This time it's no longer hip-hop street thugs, but a bunch of burly men in black suits with tattoos on their arms, and their waists bulging out, presumably pistols or something.

A middle-aged man walked out, with a domineering look down: "Listen, boy, you injured my man, even though that guy is just a nobody, but he has been doing a good job lately and helped me sell a lot of marijuana, but he is now lying in the hospital, which will cost me a lot of money." ”

"So, I'll also give you two choices, either let me break one of your legs, or you work for me in the future."

The middle-aged man looked at Sean arrogantly, and found that the other party's face was calm, as if he hadn't heard him say anything at all.

"Boy, I know you're very good at fighting, but I'm not one of those low-level street thugs, if you don't cooperate, New York is so big, it's normal for a few people to disappear once in a while."

The middle-aged man said coldly, as if he had inadvertently lifted his suit, revealing a metal weapon pinned to his waist, which was a pistol.

"So what am I going to do?" Sean asked, "I mean if it works for you?" ”

"At ten o'clock tonight, go to the abandoned factory in the suburbs, I will give you the goods, remember one thing, the newcomer has to hand over 80% of the money earned, this is the rule!"

The middle-aged man patted Sean on the shoulder with a satisfied expression: "Don't think about calling the police, my boss, Mr. Frank Damico, is a big man on the West Coast, and the police chief will give me some face." ”

Watching the group of people walk away, Sean put his hands in his pockets, and his seemingly gentle face froze little by little, as cold as ice cubes.