Boom, a spark with a pungent smell rose, and the armor slammed to the ground.

At this time, it has been more than ten minutes since Spider-Man appeared, and in front of the agile opponent, no matter how hard the armor tries, he can't beat him, but he is bound by the soft spider silk that keeps winding up.

"Well done." The onlookers raised their fists and roared angrily, venting their frustration just now, and everyone was excited to see the rampaging ghost armor fall to this step. Hundreds of cars were lit up, and thousands of pillars of light illuminated the place as bright as day, not only the reporters, police and military personnel who followed behind, but also nearby residents. In the crowd, it even saw its own wife and daughter, only now they could no longer recognize it.

With the cockpit shattered, flamed, and cobwebbed in torn armor, even its creator could no longer recognize it for what it was.

Maybe everyone thought it was a crazy runaway robot.

Armor thought drowsily, and then the jaw was hung up by the sticky spider silk, and Spider-Man rushed from the side to give it a heavy blow.

The two-thousand-pound body slammed into the ground, splashing up a cloud of dust, and shards and silica gel burst out of the cracks in his waist and fell to the ground like scattered stone chips.

"Taste my fist, it's for my brother!" A policeman who had lost his shoes came and shouted, punched it in the helmet, his own hand bleeding without noticing, and then raised his hands like a hero to receive the cheers of the crowd.

"And me!" The soldier's head was covered in blood, and he stepped forward with a few colleagues with a ruthless face, reversed the M4A1 carbine, grabbed the butt of the rifle and smashed it frantically at the armor, steel collided with steel, the sound of sparks and metal rubbing kept ringing, and the armor kept twitching, rolling in the beating of the soldiers.

"It's contempt from humans, robots." The quiet-looking woman crouched on its head, leaving a trail of contempt for it, and then more people joined in the revelry.

A slam smashed the surveillance probe under the helmet, and the small red light went out, leaving only the other one still insisting on finding his wife again from the crowd.

But she loomed, like an elf who did not belong to the earthly world, and after a glimpse of it, she was never to be seen again.

The people let go of all their scruples, and dragged the armor from the front of the community gate to the highway with the spider silk launched by Spider-Man, but pushed the hero out of the crowd, and the armor tried to hold on to the ground and didn't want to move away, but it was finally unable to fight the fanatical crowd alone, and they threw it on the avenue, and then jumped on it, jumping and laughing wildly, and each stampede hurt its body even more.

Although its function has dropped sharply, the armor has not given up, it still insists on crawling back with its own hands, and the hard road surface is clawed out by it, enduring the blow from its back and slowly moving forward.

"Ah", a sweaty female reporter stumbled to her feet, and then people realized that this enchanted iron guy had not given up, a strong man violently pushed away the person next to him, threw the guy who was still jumping to the ground, took out the dagger from his body and skillfully found the joint of the waist of the armor, picked open the shell little by little, and then pulled a few times to break the piece of armor from the middle.

"Everyone", the strong man put one hand on the original position of the armor, and shouted loudly, and the frantic crowd fell silent for a while. "Everyone!"

"Now, let's begin this sacred revenge."

The sound of the strong man crossed the crowd, and suddenly a shudder arose from the hearts of the people, who, like the Roman citizens of the ancient Roman Empire, were keen to watch the executioners cut off the heads of sinners, their cheeks flushed and their eyes sparkled, as if they had watched with full attention at the most critical moment of their lives.

"Hey, isn't that okay?" Spider-Man asked in surprise, but left and right were looking reverently ahead, and no one paid attention to him. The play is out of his script, and instead of enforcing the law, civilians, police, and military personnel surround the ghost armor as if it were a religious ritual.

Completely forgotten that the armor had shown mercy to those who avoided them, and even the casualties caused by the conflict, thousands of people waited with bated breath for the strong men to announce their verdict.

"Save me, O holy angel, and cover me with your wings." The strong man howls as he looks up to the sky and reads a line from Hamlet's Act III.

Some were dazed, others were agitated, and they shouted in unison:

"Remember, my visit is only to sharpen your dull mind. Behold, your mother's mind is in turmoil, and the weak are particularly susceptible to delusions, and you should help her in her inner struggle. ”

The sound of hundreds of people encouraged the strong man, and he continued along Hamlet's lyrics:

"Look at him! Look at him! Looking at his bleak gaze, looking at his appearance, looking at his grievances, even the stubborn stone will be moved. ”

Then more people joined him in the performance, and in the midst of the elated revelry, an indescribable gloomy atmosphere gradually arose.

"For the mercy of God, do not apply a plaster of comfort to your conscience. Don't blame me for speaking wildly and not admitting that it's my fault. Doing so will only temporarily cover the festering sore, but in the depths you can't see, the stench will remain the same. The strong man sang loudly, and thousands of people responded in unison, and soon came to the end.

"Repent to the heavens, repent of the past mistakes, in order to avoid the retribution of the coming day."

The strong man pulled hard, the wires under the armor were broken one by one, the sparks exploded, the armor spasmed like a cramp for a while, and fell back to the ground weakly, the red light of nostalgia in its single eye gradually faded, and finally stopped on a figure holding a girl.

In the office of the morning heights, Eric sat quietly on the suspended seat, sensing the changes that were taking place in the distance, whether it was the rise of armor or the obstruction of Spider-Man, or the changes in the crowd, all of them were displayed in his heart.

As he watched the crowd's judgment on the armor, Eric was also quietly reciting another part of Act III in the air twenty miles away.

"This is the punishment that God has given me, just as I am also the punishment that God has given him;

I am nothing but a whip and judge of God.

In order to do good, I had to be vicious.

It's a bad start, and worse is yet to come. ”

The worse is yet to come---- but unfortunately not today. Eric said softly, the suspended seat gradually shimmered, and the whole building resonated with it, the building fell together in an extremely small amplitude, like a breathing creature, the surging power gathered, and a galaxy-like vortex in the magnetic world gradually generated, and the starlight spun rapidly, like a miniature galaxy, until its power was injected into the armor again.

Twenty miles away, a mutation took place, and the soul that was unwilling to sleep was revived, and in defiance of the laws of science, it crossed the wire and directly dominated the organism, and stood up again in the horrified eyes of the people.

With a wave of the armour, seven or eight men fell from it, and the crowd immediately fled like hens that had blown up their nests, and the conceited and brave soldiers were among them, and now they did not even dare to look back, and the strong man who sang Hamlet and ripped off the wires was the first to notice that something was wrong, and slipped out of the crowd and ran away without a trace.

Now all that's left are the locals and a few reporters who aren't afraid of death, and Spider-Man has to protect them.

Cheering up, Spider-Man shoots spider silk, and after the scene just now, he has no joy at all.

That's who I'm trying to protect?

To hell with it.

Once they have their power, they look even more evil than the devil.

If it weren't for the fear that the ghost armor would hurt people again, hoping to have a beginning and an end, Spider-Man would not be so good-tempered and continue to wait.

"Big man, come here." He leaped around with agility, spun around the armor like a monkey, trying to distract it.

But this time he was too confident.

Ignoring his harassment, the armor turned sideways to face forward, his hands clasped in front of his chest, his legs bent into a high stride, and he maintained a state of rapid movement at any time.

If Spider-Man had been trained in the military, he would recognize it as a classic stance in military combat, with great mobility and great suitability for facing several enemies at the same time in the open. To deal with the enemy from behind, you only need to turn your head, and to deal with the enemy from both sides, you need to turn 90 degrees, and well-trained people can quickly respond to attacks from four directions.

The armor was posed and didn't move, Spider-Man shot a piece of spider silk during this period, wrapped its upper body around a few times, felt that it was almost over, jumped high and rushed towards it, just the moment it was close, the armor suddenly moved, it used the rotation of the hip as the axis, the half-straight leg kick, and kicked Spider-Man's knee hard.

This kick was so powerful that Spider-Man's legs were almost shattered by his kicks, and he wailed, falling from the air, falling to the ground, and then kicking him in the back, kicking him all out.

Now there is no one to stop the armor from fulfilling its wish.

Separated from the residents, it walked all the way to the face of his wife and daughter, bent down, and gently beat his chest.

The woman looked at the robot in a daze, and there was a ridiculous guess beating violently in her heart, but she didn't dare to say anything.

But it was her daughter's eyes lit up when she saw this familiar action.

"Daddy, it's Daddy." Angel screamed, broke free from her mother's arms and jumped to the ground, throwing herself headlong into the arms of the armor, which she thought was the machine her father used to test.

The armor carefully moved its only intact arm and gently hugged its daughter, a gesture that finally reassured his wife, and she pounced.

"Pocky, is that you?" Tears blurred his wife's vision, and she reached for her armor with trembling hands, into the cockpit where her husband had been, and pressed through the illusory figure against the cold metal plate.

The red light on the helmet gradually faded, and its wish had been granted, and this time it was really gone.

In the distance, the lights came on again, and helicopters whizzed in, hovering over a family separated by yin and yang, this time filled with heavily armed soldiers, missiles on their fuselages far away from their cannons.

Spider-Man gritted his teeth and got up, took one last look at the three people hugging each other, shot spider silk into the distance with an indescribable frustration, and then disappeared into the night sky.

The power was withdrawn like a tide, and Eric sat high on the suspended seat, silently asking:

"How do you feel now, Captain Curtis?"

In his spiritual world, a small figure curled up naked in a ball floated and sunk in the void.

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