Eric was temporarily held back by the Electro Man, and Richard Fisk and the Chameleon both boarded the prepared helicopter to escape. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The propeller whipped up a hurricane, lifted the helicopter into the air, and quickly left the building in the direction of the Fisk Building. Fisk Jr. even panicked and dialed his father's phone to inform him of the change.

"You said you could figure it out on your own." Kim's disgruntled voice came from the other end of the phone.

"But it was an accident, how could I have thought that a madman in armor would have to step in?" Richard Fisk said with annoyance.

"You had Spider-Man take the log data and let Parker go, and now you could face multiple charges, and even I can't do anything about it." Jin He said in a cold voice, "I have already started to prepare the relevant procedures for you, and you can arrange to go abroad as soon as you come back." But I will deny any knowledge of any of your illegal acts, which are your personal actions, and the theft of confidential information, blaming Peter Parker, and the illegal kidnapping and premeditated murder are your own intentions, and have nothing to do with me. ”

Speaking of which, little Fisk also understands that things have really reached the point of no return. He slumped into the helicopter seat and replied, "Yes, father." ”

The phone hung up, and little Fisk felt as if he had been drained of his soul, and his eyes were empty. Until tonight, he was the heir to a criminal empire, wielding unimaginable power. And suddenly, he was left with nothing, a loser, a fugitive.

On the bright side, he still has a chance to escape and start all over again.

But soon, that option was gone.

"Hey, buddy! Where are you going? ”

Caught off guard, Spider-Man lying on the windshield of the helicopter startled both of them. He grabbed the windshield with one hand, glued the five fingers of the other hand to the door panel on the side of the helicopter, and pulled it horizontally with terrifying arm strength, and actually tore open the helicopter hatch with a "bang".

Fisk Jr. hurriedly pulled out his gun, but the gun was kicked out by Spider-Man, and the two spider silks that followed him firmly tied him to the passenger seat.

"Helicopters? Cruel! Spider-Man leaned in from the cabin, "You didn't take me with you when you went on a long trip?" ”

The chameleon in the driver's seat reacted quickly, and he pulled the joystick sharply, and the helicopter suddenly flipped on its side. Spider-Man's body suddenly flipped over, and he was almost ripped out of the cabin door by gravity, but he barely grabbed the floor with one hand.

"Hey, that's how you guys treat hitchhikers?"

As soon as Spider-Man tried to get up, the chameleon took the opportunity to jerk his seat and kicked Spider-Man in the chest, kicking him out of the cabin. The chameleon quickly turned around, re-pinched the joystick, and controlled the helicopter to regain its balance.

"Really...... Unfriendly ......"

Spider-Man muttered, volleyed back in two laps, and flicked a piece of spider silk stuck to the tail of the helicopter, hanging behind it like a tail.

The chameleon saw him in the rearview mirror and couldn't help frowning slightly. This guy is really good at piloting, he operates this plane like a swallow in the air and makes all kinds of difficult movements to try to shake off the annoying tail behind, but he can't do it.

The chameleon pondered for a moment, and saw a building under construction in the distance. He sprinted at full speed towards the massive steel frame, and at the moment of approach, he made a sharp turn, and the huge inertia threw Spider-Man along a half-arc.

With no other choice, Spider-Man finally let go. He huddled through the steel frames, jumping nimbly between the frames. The chameleon took the opportunity to distance himself.

The helicopter just turned around, and when the chameleon looked at the building again, Spider-Man was gone. He hurriedly looked in the rearview mirror, only to see a lone spider silk hanging under the chassis of the plane, and Spider-Man was still nowhere to be seen.

"See where he's gone?" The chameleon asked little Fisk, who was tied up in the passenger seat.

"How would I know!" Fisk Jr. said annoyedly.

"Knock on the door, the courier will come to the door!"

The annoying sound sounded from behind the two of them again, and it turned out that Spider-Man had already swung up from the hatch on the other side of the helicopter at some point, jumped into the cabin with great dexterity, and landed in a half-crouching position.

The chameleon quickly pulled out his gun, Spider-Man flew and pounced, and the two quickly engaged in a struggle in front of the driver's seat. The chameleon is not only a master of disguise transformation, but also a world-class agent. In such a narrow and bumpy space, Spider-Man's vaunted flexibility is difficult to use, and the chameleon's hand-to-hand combat skills are relatively more prominent.

But the chameleon's physical ability is only a mortal after all, and no matter how strong his fighting skills are, he can't make up for the huge gap with Spider-Man's physical strength. After a few moves, he finally couldn't parry, and was punched in the cheek by Spider-Man, and the whole person leaned back, and his front teeth were thrown out.

He didn't pay attention, but accidentally hit the joystick. The helicopter flipped over again, and the roar of the engine was like a vent of anger in dissatisfaction. The behemoth, which lost control, slammed sideways into the building that was close ahead, the propeller that bore the brunt of it sliced through the glass façade like a razor-sharp blade, and the plane roared into the building, tearing the floor through the cracks like a bulldozer.

Spider-Man was quick-eyed, and the moment he saw the plane crashing, he dragged both the chameleon and little Fisk out one by one, and jumped out of the hatch with the two of them. The unladen helicopter went on a rampage, running almost the entire entire building along the floor, and its head struck halfway through the other side of the building before barely stopping.

When the plane finally stopped, Spider-Man was already crouching on the window edge of a certain floor, breathing a sigh of relief. The chameleon and little Fisk were bundled up in spider silk and hung under the flagpole in a rather miserable appearance.

Fisk Jr. struggled to roll his eyes upwards and glared at Spider-Man crouching above him, "You're going to pay for this someday, wallcreeper." ”

"Then I'm really scared. If I could get a dollar for every super-criminal who said that to me, I wouldn't have to worry about food money anymore...... Okay, now it's time to leave a note for Uncle Cop for 'Good Neighbor Spider-Man', and I'll have to go back and see if that glittering guy has been leveled. ”