"Boom!"

The Oldsmobile Shortsword was hit hard and slid sideways to the far left of the road.

Coulson, who had just woken up from a dream, immediately applied the brakes and adjusted the steering wheel at the same time.

"Squeak!"

The car made a screeching sound on the road, and the thick black brake marks were deeply imprinted on the ground.

Enduring the pain of the impact, Coulson gritted his teeth and struggled to steer the car so that it wouldn't roll over.

However, a truck behind the same lane could no longer brake and crashed over.

"Bang!"

Coulson's "Oldsmobile Gladiletto" tilted its body, was directly knocked over, and rolled on the ground a few times.

"Boom!"

A deafening sound rang out!

The "Oldsmobile Short Sword" flipped over and rushed out several meters with the help of inertia.

"Whew...... Call! ”

Coulson, who was trapped in the car, was breathing heavily, his consciousness blurred for a while.

Bound headfirst by a seat belt, he raised his hand with difficulty and stroked his aching forehead.

Crimson blood instantly covered the palm of his hand.

Ignoring the blood flowing from his forehead, he stretched out his other arm and struggled towards the shattered car windshield.

I pushed the windshield open with all my strength and took a few breaths of fresh air.

Struggling to suppress his sleepiness, he pulled out his phone and pressed the emergency signal.

At this time, the crowd of onlookers also grew, and the noisy sound reached Coulson's ears, making his head hurt even more.

Raising his head, he glanced at the crowd that was gathering outside.

The white man who knocked over his car stood on the periphery of the crowd and watched him.

The coldness emanating from the other party's eyes, as well as the aura that emanated invisibly, made Coulson see him at first sight.

Especially those eyes, even if the other party changes from bald to another person, there is the same awe-inspiring look in their eyes.

Remembering those unusual eyes, Coulson could no longer suppress his sleepiness, closed his eyes and passed out completely.

Outside the crowd, Peter shook his head as he watched the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent fall into a coma.

Turning around, he took out his sunglasses from his suit pocket and put them on, and walked towards the SUV.

Sirens can be heard in the distance, and police and ambulance crews are heading for it.

Mr. Agent will recuperate in the hospital next, and it is estimated that the investigation into the "Spring Ball Tragedy" will be temporarily suspended.

Crashing a "good old agent" into the hospital, he didn't feel guilty at all and continued to get in the car and drive towards the Osborne Building.

......

"Welcome, kids!"

"Since 1973, Osborne Industries has been providing a steady stream of innovative materials for manufacturing, compression, automotive manufacturing, chemical processing and many other global industries."

On the first floor of the Osborne Building, Miss Docent is explaining the glorious history of the company to visitors to the Osborne Enterprise.

"We are a leading global manufacturer, and Osborne operates 110 manufacturing plants and seven R&D facilities around the world, and we are committed to making products that can replace those extremely dangerous acid melters."

The narrator led the tourists, and as she walked, she said, "Everyone follow me this way, and you will see ...... next."

Peter stood behind the tourists, waiting for all the tourists to leave, before taking a step forward and walking upstairs according to the memories of the bald head absorbed.

If it had been Peter, this would have been his dream workplace.

Pity......

He turned to look at the sign on the wall of the hall, "Osborne Industries: Committed to Your Future."

It's a pity that he is no longer the original Peter. Parker too.

This is not the future I wanted.

Riding the elevator to the twelfth floor, according to the memory of the bald head, to Norman. Osborne walked to the chairman's office.

"Hey, Mike!"

He had barely taken two steps when he saw his body's superior, the head of Osborne's security department, walking towards him.

"I've been trying to contact you, but your phone hasn't been working, don't tell me, you messed up the task your boss ordered."

The person in charge with a capable figure asked him in an unkind tone: "Is it because of this that you refuse to answer my call?" ”

At this time, Peter has a bald appearance, and he is not worried that he will be exposed.

"There was a little accident, and the target accidentally escaped."

Peter said in a bald tone.

"Damn it!"

The person in charge cursed, and dragged Peter's clothes to a deserted corner of the hallway.

"If the boss can't get the serum again, he will probably go crazy!"

"Serum?"

Peter frowned slightly and asked him, "Whose serum does he want?" ”

"Gwen. Stacy. ”

The person in charge sighed and said, "The boss has narrowed down the scope of Spider-Woman, Gwen. Stacy is one of the targets, and he's sent a lot of guys like you to kidnap those suspected targets and then draw blood, so ...... You're not the only one being sent out. ”

"What does he want the serum for?"

Peter continued.

"I don't know, maybe it's to get superpowers like Spider-Woman, the people of the Osborne family are always mentally a little abnormal."

After complaining, the person in charge raised his head and asked him suspiciously: "Gwen. How did Stacy escape from you? You've been in the Marine Corps before, have you...... Is she really Spider-Woman? ”

In the face of the other party's inquiry, Peter was silent for a second, and then shook his head, "No, she shouldn't be, someone helped her escape." ”

"Who?"

"I don't know. Norman. Is Osborne in the office? ”

Peter asked the director.

"Of course not, the boss's office is just a decoration here. You...... Why is it so abnormal today? ”

The Director looked at Peter suspiciously.

He had the impression that Mike rarely asked about these things, why he kept asking this time.

"Maybe my soul is different."

Peter replied casually and turned to leave.

"Hey, Mike, you're leaving like this? You haven't explained it to me yet. ”

The Director shouted at him from behind.

"No need."

Under the bewildered gaze of the Director, Peter walked into the elevator where he was alone.

The elevator doors closed slowly.

By the time the elevator doors opened again, the elevator had already run to the first floor, and Peter's image had changed from bald Mike to Huey, a mutant who had been devoured by him before.

The moment he stepped out of the elevator, a middle-aged man in a gray suit hurriedly ran in.

Failing to look at the road caused him to crash into Peter at once.

The middle-aged man staggered, and the documents in his left hand were scattered all over the place.

"Sorry...... I'm sorry. ”

The middle-aged man hurriedly apologized to Peter, and at the same time bent down and used his only hand to pick up the papers scattered on the ground.

Peter looked at the empty sleeve on his right arm, a thoughtful look on his face.