It doesn't feel good to fail, and the consequences of this failure are clearly too severe. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info Lying on the couch, Peter kept changing the TV station, and the news about last night's events kept flashing on the screen.

"There's no inside story about the robbery at St. George's Bank! This bank robbery was suspicious from the start. The robbers did not prepare the vehicles and routes for the retreat in advance, and the bombs that detonated at the end did not look like the equipment that a robber who was only robbing a small branch of a bank would have. According to credible sources within the police, it is highly likely that some extremist groups in the Middle East were behind the attack. Although this news is not fully confirmed, the evidence from all sides points to this increasingly credible theory. ”

"This reckless rescue plan was doomed from the start. Without a full understanding of the situation and no guarantee that the situation could be controlled before the other side could react, the police launched a general attack. Is it really a coincidence that these two dead and three injured were killed? This makes us have to ask, do the New York police really care about the lives of their citizens? ”

Once again, Red Mask caused senseless casualties in his actions. This street hero who has done everything in the name of protecting the citizens has good intentions, but can he be forgiven and ignored for the consequences he has caused? There is no doubt that a violent activist who is not regulated and does not take any laws and rules is a threat to anyone on the streets of New York. ”

"This is a despicable and vicious attack! The terrorists who have been brainwashed by extreme religion may think that their attack was a success, that they have struck the spirit of the United States and that we are afraid. But we must let them know that all they have done is to infuriate the lion! We want them to understand that they will be retaliated against a thousand times more for everything they do to us. We need to let them know what it means to be afraid! Only then can we not worry about more innocent Americans falling under the attack of those madmen! ”

The congressman, who looked like a pig with blond hair, shouted excitedly from the stage, and there was a round of applause from the audience. Watching the MP, who probably didn't know about the attack until this morning, pull political chips for himself on stage, Peter turned off the TV and got up from the couch.

As a party to this incident, he naturally knows how much water is being talked about above. Although he knew from the beginning that a lot of what the media said was nonsense, some of the words still hit his pain points.

If he had been a little more careful, he might have spotted the bomb. If he hadn't tried to get out immediately after the police arrived. Maybe he could stop those people from detonating the bomb. And because he didn't, innocent people died.

Maybe his intervention reduced the casualties, and maybe without him, the two hostages wouldn't have escaped death. As likely as this was possible, one thought still haunted Peter's mind: Would everything be better without him?

But now Peter didn't have much time to dwell on his remorse and melancholy, and he had more important things to do.

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Although the injuries he had sustained that night were not serious, it still took him more than a day to recuperate, and it seemed that the weapon of the self-proclaimed bullseye had been smeared with more than just anesthetics. His wound healing rate was suppressed to a similar level as a normal person, and the effect dissipated after a full day.

In a way, this is also quite strange. It is indeed quite common to quench poison on hidden weapons, but there are not many anesthetics. And this kind of thing that can be used as an anesthetic and can prevent wounds from regenerating, Peter can't think of what it is used for a while.

Of course, his daily training has not been pulled down.

The daily workout continued, and during that time, he visited Matt once and told him about his previous fight. Although Matt was quite unhappy that he had once again taken the initiative to do so, he was quite open to the fact that a hostage had died.

"You see, while our mission is to help and save as many people as possible, that doesn't mean we can save everyone. There are people who we don't have the power to save, and there are people who don't deserve it. If you're going to give up completely because of one failure, it just means that more people are abandoned by you. ”

"Even if more people die because of me?"

Matt didn't answer Peter's words directly. He pondered for a moment, then looked away before replying, "It's a fragile boundary. In the eyes of others, we may be just violent elements on the streets, and for a small group of people, we are no different from the evil we are fighting against. But the most important thing is your own intention. If you are 100% sure that what you are doing is right and worth working on, then you have the right to have a clear conscience, no matter what the consequences. ”

"But isn't it too willful and dangerous to do this kind of thing that will affect others just based on your own thoughts?" Peter asked, his tone uncertain.

"Danger? The danger is of course. Matt laughed. We are inherently dangerous, Peter, and you have to understand that. If we can't be self-willed, we will become a weapon in the hands of others. Maybe our personal ideas are too one-sided, but if we can only let others manipulate them, how can you guarantee that they will be nobler and more selfless than you? ”

Peter nodded, reluctantly accepting Matt's answer. After a moment's thought, he asked Matt the next question, this time in relation to the man who called himself Bullseye.

"Master of Hidden Weapons? Can I hurt you with a hidden weapon? Matt frowned. In the face of this kind of slower movement, more reliance on shooting skill and strange winning projectiles, Peter's stronger foresight is far stronger than his own, not to mention his telekinesis. In other words, if he had made his own move, the probability of his failure would not even be low.

After thinking for a moment, an attention popped into Matt's mind.

"What about the hazmat suit you wore that day?"

"Huh? Protective clothing? What do you mean? Peter didn't react at once.

"It's the hazmat suit you wore on the night we first officially met." Matt patiently explained. "If I'm not mistaken, it should have blocked the pistol shot, right? This should be enough to protect against most hidden weapons. ”

Peter suddenly made a look of sudden realization, and then smiled bitterly.

"But... That suit... It's broken..."

That's right, the protective suit given to him by Purple Eyes has been destroyed to the point where he can't wear it. After the battle in the Runda mall that night, there were more than 10 bullet holes and two cuts of more than three inches on the tights, and the helmet was even more tattered. Whenever Peter saw the extent of the tornness of the tights, he couldn't help but rejoice in his own life that night.

The tights could not be worn out now, and the wounds on it not only affected its appearance, but also affected the sturdiness of the structure of the finishing material. Most parts of its body are no longer bulletproof, and the windshield has been shattered, and the helmet is also covered with cracks, making it a certain danger to the wearer.

Due to the nature of its material, Peter has never been able to rebuild the armor himself, and he doesn't know anyone who can do it. The weasel knew for sure, and because of Fisk's involvement, his apparent relationship with the weasel had turned hostile. The weasel made it clear that he wanted Peter to contact him 'after the limelight had passed'. Peter didn't know if the limelight was too much now, but at least from the bullseye's eye, Fisk hadn't forgotten about himself.

However, just as Peter was struggling with whether to try to contact the weasel, the other party called him first.