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Aunt Mei was busy in the living room and kitchen. It was almost time for her nephew to come home from school, and she had to hurry up and start thinking about the recipes for the evening and preparing dinner. And she didn't know that while she was busy here, an uninvited guest broke into the house without realizing it.

The man in the black suit climbed onto the platform on the second floor of the house and climbed into Peter's room through the window on the second floor. He took off his sunglasses and looked around the room—the closet, the bookshelves, the computer desk, and the table full of study-related books and materials, which looked like an ordinary student's bedroom.

The man put aside his distractions and began to search for something. He carefully flipped through the bookshelves, the bed, and even the cracks in the floor, barely missing a single corner. But so far, nothing suspicious has appeared.

He opened the closet. The wardrobe is full of very ordinary clothes, and they don't look anything special. The man didn't even forget to check the pockets of each coat and still found nothing.

Finally, what caught his attention was a black suitcase hidden at the bottom of the wardrobe.

It was an old-looking box, with most of the shell peeled off. But the lock on the box looks like it is new, and it seems that it is quite valued by the owner.

The man didn't have much effort to pick the lock. At this time, if it was a second later, he would see the Spider-Man battle suit lying quietly in the suitcase.

But a second before that, his wrist was slammed into a slam by someone.

Eric also appeared in the room at some point, squeezed the man's wrist, and said lightly, "Isn't it okay to look at other people's things, sir?" ”

At the same time, outside the factory to which the Fisker Group belongs.

As Spider-Man, Peter has experienced a lot of things in the past two years, exciting, thrilling, and crazy, including car chases with the police on the street.

But now, it's Peter Parker, an ordinary high school student, not Spider-Man, who is being targeted.

Could it be that the identity has been revealed, and the government has finally decided to catch Spider-Man? No, Aegis already knew his identity, and if he had to take strong measures, wouldn't he have done it a long time ago?

Or is it more likely that it all has something to do with a sudden job offer?

As Peter thought about it, the man was already winding down the alley behind the factory. The FBI agents were in hot pursuit, but their speed was nothing compared to Peter's. Completely different from the harmless appearance of other animals, Peter would be ashamed to be an Olympic sprint champion if he ran at full speed, and of course these ordinary people could not catch up.

The agents of the factory were also called out, and under the command of the female leader, they began to outflank the tunnels. The agents closed the encirclement, blocking all possible exits, and then compressing the encirclement inward. In this way, unless this kid can fly away with wings, there is absolutely no hope of slipping away.

However, they still pounced.

The agents rushed out of the various passages, and when they gathered in the middle, they read the same message from each other's faces.

- He ran away.

The woman in black who led the team was incredulous for a while--that kid really flew away?

Of course, Peter had no wings and could not fly. But he can crawl and has his spinner in his backpack. He quickly swung back to Queens, landed near his home, and took a deep breath for a moment.

He can't just get caught. Spider-Man's uniform is still in the bag at this time, and if it is discovered, it will be full of stolen goods, and there is no way to slip away. His mind was a little confused, and it took him a few moments to lean against the edge of the tree to calm his heart a little.

Okay, now calm down...... First of all, go and explain to Aunt Mei that you are fine, but you have to go back to get it last night at school, and you may have to go home later...... Then go find someone who can solve the problem and figure out what all this is all about......

The old houses on the side of the street have come into view, and the windows of the living room are warmly lit. Aunt Mei's shadow was cast on the curtain by the light, and she seemed to be busy with her work, and the shadow was reassuring to look at from afar.

However, as he approached the house, a figure suddenly flashed out of the bushes, pulling him in.

Peter was completely defenseless at this point - not normally, and the spider sense would help him sense even the slightest threat. Since the spider sense did not warn, it means that the person who came is not malicious, and it is very likely that he is familiar with someone.

Sure enough, when Peter turned around, he saw that it was Eric.

Peter was stunned: "What are you doing here?" ”

Eric didn't answer directly, but made a small opening in a bush.

"Twelve o'clock, the man in the phone booth, do you see it?" Eric asked.

Peter looked in that direction, and sure enough, he saw a man in brown sunglasses in the phone booth with the microphone clipped to his shoulder by his neck, glancing towards Peter's house, intentionally or unintentionally.

Eric continued: "At three o'clock, the guy in the plaid shirt and reading the newspaper. And then at seven o'clock, the man and woman sitting on the bench ......"

"Wait, wait," Peter waved his hand, "you said these guys...... All came for me? ”

"I guess so." Eric shrugged, "You texted me that you were being targeted?" ”

"Yes, and I can't guess why." Peter said irritably, "I don't know who else I can ask for help...... You seem to know a lot of big guys, maybe you can ask SHIELD FOR ME to find out what's going on? ”

"The FBI is looking for something." "Something that must be very important, they think it's in your hands. A guy sneaked into your room and I knocked him out. But until then, he seemed to be trying to find something. ”

"My room?" Peter immediately became nervous, "Did he notice ......?"

"Your uniform? No. He almost found out, but I stopped him and brought you out the battle suit. ”

"Saved." Peter breathed a sigh of relief and said, "But what could they want?" I don't have anything of value to ......."

Suddenly, he froze, as if he remembered something.

Immediately, he pulled out a red USB stick.

"It won't be...... It's right? ”

"What is this?" Eric asked.

"My new job, the troubleshooter for the system to run." Peter said, "I'm mainly responsible for plugging in the computer network and diagnosing the computer, and then recording possible memory errors and interface conflicts on this USB stick...... But what does the FBI want me to do with the USB flash drive? ”

Eric pondered for a moment and asked, "Who is your new employer?" ”

"Wilson Fisk, the famous philanthropist in New York."

Eric sighed, "Okay, that might make sense." ”