American comics: Venom Spider, starting from taking down Gwen

With the Oss company quiet, Peter decided to keep a low profile for the time being.

Whatever happened to him, he needed to check it out and sneak out to find a quiet place, which seemed like the best option.

Aunt May visited him every few hours after he became ill, although he appreciated that this worry would affect his examinations

To make sure he didn't get sick again, and to make sure everything was settled, Aunt May gave him a week off from school.

She met with the principal and the school board, and even though Peter was no longer a child, it was unacceptable to leave a sick student

Peter shook his head and the problem was solved.

Oss knew Peter as an academic student, not one of the rookies in football.

Whoever decided to keep him there would receive a slap in the face, perhaps leaving a note in their records, but Peter suspected that something more would happen.

He was a small fish in a small pond, surrounded by sharks.

Until then, he had a week to figure out what was really going on.

The figure in the mirror is still him, not short, not cute, but now, he has muscles.

He knew he would never have done it without months of hard work and strict exercise and eating habits.

Whatever made him sick at Oss, it also changed him.

Did something escape from the lab? Does he have super cancer?

Peter began to breathe, "Super cancer

???

He knew that Oss studied many different infectious diseases, "Peter, think for yourself?",

Cancer doesn't give you abs, he thought, but what next

?

Studying himself in the mirror, Peter made the same poses he had seen with other more famous bodybuilders.

Until he realized that posing in the mirror was not only pointless, but also seemed a bit silly.

He didn't become a big, muscular man, his body was soft, Peter, built for speed, not strength.

Shaking her head, maybe Gwen wanted to see the new arrival, maybe if he gave her a little Pete's gift, she would prefer to go to the year-end dance with him. Laughing at his own stupid joke, he decided to come out, the tension of the muscles is great, but the strength of the muscles is king.

He put on some loose clothes and hoodies and shouted at Aunt May

Go out for a while, need fresh air, love you,

Then head to the wilderer part of Brooklyn and find an empty place with no difficulty.

A local party animal made the mistake of taking what he thought was an abandoned warehouse that was actually a meth lab.?

A few shots and a few dead partygoers, which later turned into a week of shootings.

While the tape was still there, there had been no police or underworld in the building for some time.

The just-affixed sale sign shows that evidence collection is over and real estate agents are trying to sell the building to poor recipients.

Of course, Peter knew he got money from Oss, and maybe this was his chance to get a building that would really fulfill his first dream.

He thought about it for a while in his head, remembering to go to the town hall and register a company that was just starting out.?

Working for Oss was great, but he knew that even if they stopped talking, he would always be in Harry's shadow.

He tutors the son of the boss of the company, and he will follow him like a stench.

He will be constantly watched and will have to face nepotism.

Maybe it's a better idea for him to build his own company, small and manageable tech companies are all the rage.

If he has some connections, he can achieve it.

Lifting the yellow police tape, Peter walked to the side door, still swinging freely where the police slammed the door open.

It was a mess inside, the floor was stained with blood, industrial cleaners only turned it into brown smudges, and the strong smell of industrial bleach and solvents hung over the air.

The drug plant itself has been cleaned up, electricity and water equipment hangs on empty walls, and their cooking station seems to be still there.

Four empty containers reserved laboratories and stout bunk beds for the workers, either cooking here, or just being too lazy.?

While evidence collectors will take anything related to drugs, cleanup crews will take anything of value or nothing that is too dirty.

But the warehouse is still full of discarded counters, tables and other household items.

Pallets and other fragments were scattered on the floor, bullet holes were everywhere, although the cartridge casings were gone, and it was clear from the chaos here what was happening here.

While measuring the 1,000-square-meter building, Peters suddenly noticed that the laboratory, the manufacturing room, the server room, and even a small house where he lived while working were floating in his mind.

The portable office is crammed into the corner, creating a stark contrast to other garbage thrown in the warehouse.

The deal was definitely made there, relatively without blood or bullet holes, and they probably only got kitchenware, not dealers or main bosses.

The building is sound, with no running water or electricity, but the doors and windows are functional.

The first thing Peter did was lock them all with a hidden lock.

This was his hiding place, and the last thing he wanted was for a group of intruders to take over it while he was in school.

He sprinkled a little water and installed a new lock on the side door, making sure it looked stuck and not locked.

Twist the frame slightly to make it look like you've been knocked out of the way and get stuck, and make sure that both entrances to each other are locked from the inside.

Now there is only one way to get in and out, and he only has one key.

Peter walked into the portable office, which was clean, and he guessed that even drug dealers had standards, no matter who the drug dealers did drug dealings with.

He put his bag away, took off his hoodie, and began to think about how he could test what Oss had done to him.

There were plenty of sidewalks where he could run to windows, there were stairs that he could use to pull up, and his excitement increased as he scoured his phone for daily activities.

For a whole week, Peter did nothing but go to the warehouse to test himself.

From childhood to childhood, he picked up pallets, wooden boxes, furniture and anything he could get his hands on, and finally, he came to the portable office.?

He gently lifted it to one end and found that he himself did not feel nervous even though it lifted a few feet off the ground.

Peter put it down and stared at his hand, the stiff edge of the office didn't even leave any marks on his skin, let alone cut him.?

Looking at the container, Peter had a smile on his face and was quickly proven right.

He lifted a hand and raised its edge above his head.

He grimaced a little as the garbage inside moved and fell to one end.

Next, he practices his agility, climbing scaffolding and jumping from beam to beam.

The walkway leading to the large window gave him a suitable climbing frame, and he easily swayed between sturdy welded brackets and tumbled from one side of the building to the other.

He was completely lost in the direction of time, and even the light from the window did not notice the boy's cheerful jump from beam to beam.

It wasn't until there was a noise at the gate that a security guard must have heard his screams and shouts that Peter lost his concentration and lost his hand.

When he fell, time seemed to slow down, and the warehouse was not so large at 10 meters high, it was enough to fall, he either hit his head on the ground or crippled himself.

When he fell, reaching for anything, he felt a strange sensation and a white thread pulled out of his wrist, buckled the rope, and tied himself to a sidewalk across from him.

Pulling on his lifeline, he was pulled by its elasticity under the iron fence, where he found himself stuck, not by the line he shot out, but by his fingers sticking like a worm.

A flashlight shot into the warehouse, but since Peter was currently a few meters in the air, in a dark warehouse, glued to the bottom of the walkway, the guards could not see anything.

Peter has assured that even after cleaning up the place, the place he left behind will be chaotic and his presence will be ignored.

When the guard left, Peter breathed a sigh of relief, hung down, and grabbed the walkway with his fingers, but he didn't feel nervous in either his arms or fingers.

He lifted himself as if doing pull-ups, and found that unless he pulled his hand hard off the stuck steel frame, each hand could support his weight.

It takes a conscious effort to take his hand away and test a hand to quickly discover that he is in the time he wants to, not at all times.

Unwilling to commit suicide by repeatedly falling down, Peter stood on the ground and stared intently at the bottom of the sidewalk.

He raised his arm and extended his wrist to the muscle, and he froze.

He knew it wasn't an accident, no matter what he did, a sticky line would come out of his wrist, which could have happened in a panic, but he was sure he should be able to repeat it.

While examining his wrists and forearms, he felt a dense knot in his muscles and a long tube reaching out to the wrinkles on his wrists, where the veins protruded.

He tugged at the skin with his fingers, and when he pressed and stimulated, a thick stream of liquid spurted out.

When he looked closer, he could see that there were several small holes in his skin, which were too small to be seen, but when he pressed them in the right place, they became liquid.

Like a spider? Peter thought to himself.

The liquid is more like a sticky mass, sticky, fibrous, gathered together and is disassembled like a net.?

Maybe a spider bit me," Peter thought as he stared into the sky

He looked up with a frown and stared at the walkway he had fallen, and the line he had shot earlier was gone.

Taking out his phone, he checked the time, and after a few minutes, the white webbing seemed to dissolve into some kind of light, airy foam before it completely dissolved.

After muscle training, Peter spent some time testing his net ability, tensile strength, mesh thickness and duration, even though it was strong enough to make solid objects.

Sadly, while he can make the net thicker or thinner, the most he can do is make a small ball that is soft, can splash like gel, and can be hard like a rubber ball.

But he found that by increasing or lowering the pressure on his arm, he was able to make the net last longer, like a rope that stayed for hours, or turn into a foamy spray that evaporated after a few seconds.

He was disappointed that he couldn't make a bat or a shield, but being able to make bullets himself was great.?

No need to be greedy, Peter thought to himself, "Superpowers are enough?

Fascinated by the latest discoveries, Peter made it his mission to explore the limits of his new abilities

At this time, a smile appeared on his face, and he said to himself with a smile...

"Lightning" ?

He thought, "Let's see how he does it

With a smile on Peter's face at the thought of taking revenge on Flying Man, he looked around the warehouse and began to have a plan in his heart.

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