Chapter 70 Spider-Man Mask

"It's Spider-Man!"

"he died."

"Spider-Man jumped off the building."

"No, those are just his pajamas, he's not really Spider-Man."

"He must be a crazy Spider-Man fan."

Soon, as passers-by looked on, Carter examined the body.

"There are spider silk-like residues on his wrist. He was also bitten by a mutant spider." She said to Charlotte.

Charlotte shook her head. "He thinks he has become Spider-Man and can't wait to imitate him."

Carter sighed, "He shouldn't be so impulsive."

"People who have been bitten by mutant spiders will mutate very quickly. How long did it take for you to acquire those abilities?" She looked at Charlotte.

Charlotte turned and left, and Carter quickly followed.

On the roadside, the sound of sirens came from far away.

"I used it all night." Charlotte said.

Carter thought for a moment, then continued, "How long did it take you to get used to those abilities? I mean, how long did it take you to practice jumping off the building?"

"one night."

"So fast?" Carter was surprised.

“Have you ever failed?”

“Of course I failed.”

"Peter said that you had played two resurrection matches before, so you were also killed by falling?"

Charlotte rolled her eyes. "Only a fool would practice at such a high place right from the start. The place I practiced before was no more than three floors. I wouldn't die if I fell."

Carter became even more curious.

"Then how did you come up with the idea of ​​using spider silk as a means of transportation? Aren't you afraid that the silk can't bear your weight?

Also, if my arms aren't strong enough, will it be hard to swing and will my muscles be torn?

There are so many billboards on the roadside. Have you ever smashed one?
If you run out of silk halfway through your flight, will you fall to your death?"

Carter's questions came one after another, and Charlotte couldn't help rubbing her brows.

"I'll explain it later. Now you should go back to S.H.I.E.L.D. and issue a statement, telling those who have been bitten by spiders not to test their abilities easily."

Hearing this, Carter finally remembered the important matter.

"Yes, I have to hurry back, Charlotte, see you another day."

"Goodbye."

Carter took two steps and then stopped.

She turned and held out her hand, "My car keys."

"You've already given it to me."

Charlotte waved at the side of the road and personally hailed a taxi for Carter.

"Thoughtful?" he grinned.

Carter shook his head helplessly, "You are amazing."

"Remember to give me the helmet."

"Bichi."

Watching Carter get into the car, Charlotte tossed the car keys in her hand.

A gift from an elder, looks great.

He put on his helmet, mounted his motorcycle and roared into the street.

On the other side, Carter returned to the SHIELD building.

Office, she called Agent Hill.

"Tell Nick Fury to remove surveillance from Shiloh Parker."

"Are you sure?" Agent Hill hesitated.

Carter said sternly, "I should have that right."

"Yes, but Charlotte is probably"

"I just met him, and I found out that the real Spider-Man is not him, but he is related to him. It is very likely that this is a smoke bomb sent to us by Spider-Man."

Agent Hill mused, "Throw out an obvious target to attract our attention and disrupt our vision.

So when Spider-Man disappears, Charlotte will also disappear. This is what he planned."

"That's it."

"But why was the surveillance on Charlotte Parker removed?"

"This is meaningless. With more mutant Spider-Men appearing, we are going to face bigger troubles. We need Spider-Man's help. Revoking the surveillance is a sign of respect for him."

"Is that so? I see."

Agent Hill thought for a moment, then left the office and informed Nick Fury. "Commander, cancel the surveillance on Shiloh. This is Agent Carter's order."

In the ward, Nick Fury frowned, "I understand, do as she says."

"One against two, Commander, it's your turn," Harry urged.

"Agent Hill, I'm very busy right now. I'll leave the rest to Agent Carter. That's all."

"Wang Bang!"

"I'm sorry."

"Haha, I won, give me the money."

"dudu~"

The call was disconnected, and Agent Hill slapped his forehead with a helpless look on his face.

"These guys are so lucky, they can finally have a day off."

She went to her workstation and began to arrange the matters Carter had assigned her.

On her desk was a palm-sized Spider-Man poster.

"Even if Charlotte Parker is not Spider-Man, he must know Spider-Man. It's a pity that I don't have the holiday, otherwise I would definitely go ask that guy."

Looking at the Spider-Man poster on the table, Agent Hill leaned on the table and sighed.

"Could he be the black Spider-Man who defeated Steve? I really want his autograph."

"Agent Hill, call the police, another Spider-Man is dead."

"Oh, got it."

She quickly covered the poster on the table with documents and hurried to the scene.

Time passes and it gets late.

The night is Spider-Man's home ground.

"Agent Hill, the fifth Spider-Man has appeared."

"coming."

After being busy until eleven o'clock in the evening, Agent Hill no longer wanted to hear the word Spider-Man.

In Banner's laboratory, he has collected the bodies of three "Spider-Mans".

He's going crazy.

"What on earth is going on in this world? Can anyone tell me?!"

Banner's wailing sound came from the laboratory.

Meanwhile, at Stark Tower.

In the private area on the top floor, Tony watched the Spider-Man incidents being reported on TV without taking a sip of the coffee in his hand.

"Tony, what's wrong?" Pepper came behind Tony and gently massaged his shoulders.

Tony came back to his senses, "Spider-Man is dead, three of them are dead."

"He must be a fan of Spider-Man. That's crazy." Pepper exclaimed.

Tony shook his head, "I don't think this is right."

"what?"

"I think the real Spider-Man is in trouble."

As he said this, he put down his coffee, stood up and walked towards the laboratory.

"Are you going to study those cold metal toys again?" Little Pepper was a little dissatisfied.

Tony said without even turning his head: “That’s not a toy, that’s the meaning of my existence.

I have to figure that out as soon as possible, and maybe I can return a favor to Spider-Man, after all, he saved me."

"But you don't even know who he is. You said he was always wearing tight pajamas."

"That's called a battle suit, and mine is called a battle armor."

Soon, the rhythmic sound of hammering was heard from the laboratory.

"Dang~dang~dang~"

The story of Iron Man is about to begin.

Neon city at night.

On the big screen in the square, Jonah Jameson talked about the death of Spider-Man.

He hadn't been this excited in a long time.

He was foul-mouthed in front of the camera and still showed disdain for Spider-Man. However, after returning home, the first thing he did was to close the curtains and then put on his homemade spider suit.

"biubiubiu~"

Jonah jumped on the table, a cigar in his mouth, and shot white spider silk from his wrist, making a mess of the house.

"Hahaha, awesome, now I'm Spider-Man too!"

George was so excited that he was partying at home and didn't notice a red and blue shadow passing by quickly outside the window.

(End of this chapter)