Friday night, Fisk Building. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Colorful lights decorate the open room, and various colorful hydrogen balloons float up to the ceiling with long ribbons, adding to the atmosphere of the room. High-class guests in suits and leather shoes surround the central stage, clustered around the only protagonist of the night.

Wilson Fisk was tightly wrapped in a white suit, his bald head sleek and shiny in the bright light. Of course, the suit was specially made by him, and there is hardly any store in the world where you can buy clothes with such an exaggerated body shape, and even the round belly of the private order still stands out slightly.

But of course, no one has the guts to complain about this, if you are prominent enough, then any flaws can be covered by a dazzling aura.

"Everyone, for the next minute, please pay attention." A man in a black gown walked to the middle of the stage with a wine glass in his hand, and the loud voice drowned out the crowd, "It would be a faux pas for us not to take this opportunity to express our gratitude to our hosts tonight." It is well known that Mr. Fisk had to watch his own son be sentenced to prison just this week, but despite this, he did not cancel the fundraiser and insisted on attending in person...... Suffice it to say that you will only find out who the city's most reliable friends really are when you need them most. And now, we know that Wilson Fisk is a true friend of New York! ”

There was a wave of applause, mixed with the sound of the camera shutter. Wilson Fisk was surrounded by the crowd with a smile on his face, and he gestured with his glass in motion, as if he were a public star.

And just outside the window on this floor, Spider-Man is holding a spider silk hanging upside down and peeking in.

Spare me, don't these people know what this fat parasite is doing in this city? Drug trafficking, theft, murder, most of the illegal activities that take place in the city have always had something to do with him. In addition, there are always people around this guy who disappear inexplicably, but no one goes to find out the truth. All it takes is a pen, a check, or a "bang-thump" of gunshots to keep him alive the next day.

That's the status quo – the newspapers tout Wilson Fisk every day what a good guy he was, while at the same time disparaging Spider-Man as worthless and a vicious vermin. The thought of this made him angry.

Peter had done his homework for tonight's little adventure, and he had read every lace story about Fisk in the daily Clarion Daily. Fisker's palatial office is on the thirty-fourth floor of the building, and because it is also for long-time smokers, it means that the windows are generally openable.

So far, so good. Everyone was gathered in the banquet below, the office was now empty, and he had managed to sneak in. But then there's the question......

He was stunned at Kim's desk for about ten seconds.

It wasn't until now that he realized that he really didn't seem to understand what he was here for.

Can you find some evidence of a crime that could send him to prison? But...... Please, if any idiot would put the evidence on his desk, how did he become a crime boss?

It dawned on Peter that perhaps it was stupid to do so, and perhaps he shouldn't have been here, at least not when he didn't have a definite plan. Now he looks like a child who is full of anger and has nowhere to vent.

But by the time such a thought came to him, it was too late. A sharp tingling sensation hit the back of his neck, a spider sense, alerting him to the imminent danger and perhaps being in the same room as him.

"Can I serve you?"

A deep voice came from behind him, making people tremble. Spider-Man reacted quickly and spun around and threw a punch at it.

It was Kim He, who had appeared behind him without even noticing. Spider-Man punched him in the chest, but it didn't seem to have any effect, and the powerful punch was completely digested by the big fat man, but the other party took advantage of the situation and pinched his wrist.

"Ahh Spider-Man screamed in pain, and the fat man's grip was so strong that one wondered if he was human.

"Who sent you?" Kim asked viciously.

"Uh, what do you mean by that?" Spider-Man casually procrastinates while trying to break free. But the grip was amazingly strong, and Peter could feel the web-launcher on his wrist being crushed.

"I'll ask again," Kim said, with more force, "who--sent you!?" ”

"Uh...... Carson Daly. Peter was talking nonsense.

"I don't know this person at all."

"Want to know why you don't know this person? Because cupcakes were not invented by him. Spider-Man finally managed to break free, kicking Kim back in the chin and backflipping him with the force to pull him away, "If he invented it, you'd know you - you fat guy." ”

It was at this moment that the office door was pushed open, and three men in suits appeared in the doorway.

"Need help? Boss? One of them asked.

"Just in time, Marco." Jin He clapped his hands, "Come and take care of this guy, I have other guests waiting, I can't delay for too long." ”

"Yes, boss."

The man walked forward slowly, squirming his head in front of Spider-Man.

"I've heard of you, wall creeper, and I seem to call you Spider-Man outside."

"Like? You're new here, right? Spider-Man rubbed his fists and flew up, "Isn't it popular for new gangsters to read newspapers now?" ”

The unparalleled speed absolutely overwhelmed the reflex nerves of any ordinary person, and Spider-Man's punch slammed into the man's lower abdomen like the wind.

To his surprise, the man was not knocked out, but was pierced by his fist. That's right, it's through, Spider-Man's punch pierced the man's abdomen directly, and a large amount of sand and gravel spurted out like blood, spilling on the floor tiles of the office.

"What?" Spider-Man glared at the man in astonishment, "You...... It's ......"

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself......" The man sneered and raised his fist, as if it had been made entirely of sand, and suddenly doubled in size.

“...... I also have a code name called 'The Sandman'. ”

"Bang!"

With a punch right in the door, Spider-Man shattered the window pane with a "bang" and fell from the thirty-fourth floor of the building.