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The convoy stopped in front of the factory gate with a piercing "swish", and men in black and sunglasses dressed like agents in the movie jumped out of the car one after another. They all wore headsets and burst in neatly in line through the gate, and their formidable aura made people dare not approach.

When the person in charge of the factory got the news, he quickly greeted him and said, "I am the person in charge here, who are you?" What do you want to do? ”

The man in sunglasses led by him took out his ID from the inside of his jacket, and the letters "FBI" were written on it.

"We're here to find one of your employees, who is suspected of leaking national defense security secrets."

"Our employees?" The person in charge was stunned and asked, "Who?" ”

"Peter Parker."

And by the time the conversation took place, the protagonist they were talking about, Peter Parker, had already overheard all this in the inner room. By the time they broke down the door, Peter had climbed out of the open window of the room and climbed to the top like a spider.

But how did things get to this point?

Peter is still not very clear, he can only make a guess.

The story probably started yesterday.

Yesterday, the daily Clarion newspaper.

"What the hell is this, Parker!?"

It was James, the newspaper owner at whom Peter worked, who uttered such an almost inhuman roar. Although this old guy is a lot older, he is much more energetic than the young man, and his mouth is like a heavy mortar that never stops. He seemed to be very unhappy with everyone, and if any employee in the Clarion Daily office didn't get scolded by him one day, it was definitely that person didn't come to work today.

James threw Peter's pictures on the ground one by one, and said "garbage, garbage" endlessly. Peter had to crouch on the ground and pick up the photos he threw away, each one featuring Spider-Man.

That's how he makes money now - taking selfies for himself, which has made him the Spider-Man's royal photographer for Clarion Daily. It's a pity that although the boss has been using his photo, he has never given half a sentence of evaluation that is close to approval.

And today James seemed to be in a particularly bad mood, and after throwing all the photos, he shouted loudly: "Enough, Parker!" I wanted to see the moment when the wall creeper failed, not the moment he beat up a few more nameless thugs every day. If you don't get some really valuable photos, you're fired! ”

"But, Mr. James, I think Spider-Man is an inspiration to the citizens. Readers want to see these ......"

James raised his eyebrows, "You're talking back to me, Parker!?" I take back what I said - you're fired now, get out! ”

Peter put away his picture and left the Clarion Daily building in a huff. Of course, he also knows this weird-tempered boss, although he is shouting "you are fired" now, but tomorrow you go to work as usual he will not remember anything wrong.

"Peter Parker?"

Peter paused and looked across the street. He was stopped by a blonde man in a green suit, who looked to be less than thirty years old, but behaved like a successful businessman.

"Who are you?" Peter asked.

"My name is Richard Fisker, a friend." The man smiled slightly and said, "I want to offer you a job." ”

An hour later, Peter had followed the man in an extended version of the Rolls-Royce Phantom to a greenhouse in the city. In the past, Peter never imagined that he would have the opportunity to sit on such an expensive toy - crouching on the roof of the car, of course, otherwise he would have sat a lot.

"I've seen it in detail, and your grades are very good, and you've won several tech awards in high school alone." As Richard Fisk led Peter into the greenhouse, he said, "You're an impressively good boy, and you're trustworthy. But there's one thing that's more important than that, and I'm guessing you're wondering why we're offering you such a lucrative gig job, right? ”

Peter nodded and admitted, "Yes." ”

Richard smiled slightly: "Because you saved my father's life." ”

"What?" Peter was taken aback.

Richard pushed the door open, and Wilson Fisk was standing among the flowers in the greenhouse, holding a delicate pair of scissors in his hand, as if playing with the flowers. When he saw Peter come in, he immediately put on a smile.

"Maybe you don't remember anymore, but allow me to introduce myself, young Mr. Parker. My name is Wilson Fisk, an entrepreneur. He said.

That's when Peter remembered. A week earlier, Wilson Fisk had given a talk as the founder of a charitable foundation, and Peter had been there as a photographer for the daily Clarion newspaper. Someone tried to snipe Wilson, but Peter's spider sense warned of danger, so he heroically stepped forward and pushed Fisk away, saving his life.

Peter did not know about that later. At that time, Fisk told reporters that it was normal for a successful businessman to make enemies everywhere, and he didn't take it very seriously.

"I've been wondering how I can repay you since that day." Fisk smiled kindly and said, "I've carefully researched your background and hope to find something that can help you...... Then I found out that the uncle who was the breadwinner of your family seemed to have passed away in a robbery dispute, and now your family is going through an economic crisis. ”

"Uncle Ben." Peter said gloomily, "Uncle Ben's death is my fault. ”

"You're a very good kid and you've been kind to me, so I feel compelled to help." Fisk said seriously, "I offer you a job, the salary, I believe my son has already talked about it on the way, if you are not satisfied, you can add more." The tasks you need to do are also very easy, you only need to complete a fixed amount of tasks every week, and you will not delay your studies. As I said before, all I want to do is repay the favor and reach out to those who need it most at the right time - that's my credo in life. ”

As he spoke, he held out his hand to Peter.

Peter stared at him for a moment, finally believing that good fortune had landed on good people once in a while. He smiled and shook Fisk's huge palm, which he noticed was surprisingly strong.

A day later, now.

Peter climbed out of the window, jumped to the ground, and walked away as fast as he could. He had to hurry back and find the Avengers or Aegis or something, whoever could help him sort out what was going on.

And he hadn't taken a few steps before he stopped abruptly.

"Mr. Parker." Stopped in front of him was a woman in black, leading two agents in sunglasses, and walked quickly towards Peter, "You need to come with us." ”