American comics: Venom Spider, starting from taking down Gwen

Peter was picking up his spirits while he was in school.

First, he cleaned for hours, bagging up most of the garbage.

Then found the right thing in the warehouse and looked cleaner,

Secondly, with the delivery of four portable offices, he could get some flooring and actually build a basic workshop in the warehouse.

Without noticing, he kept searching the web for the design of the container house, not realizing where he was going.

Rushing behind Lightning, his phone flew.

Of course, Lightning turned around angrily and prepared to hit the stupid man.

Parker,

He growled, not missing an opportunity to beat him up.?

Peter's eyes widened, and his fists flashed, seemingly moving in slow motion.

It was clear where the lightning would hit, and Peter felt that he could leave the road without much effort.

Crouched on the ground, as if to reach for his phone, Lightning missed his swing and pulled back the other, realizing that Parker had gone into hiding and turned to the upper hook.

Flying Man's punch accelerates the attack on Peter's exposed face, but for Peter, Flying Man may also move underwater.

Peter smiled to himself and made a plan.

Peter rolled back with his heels, avoiding the lightning blow.

Flying Man's temper rose, and with a growl, he stood up and kicked Peter in the abdomen.

When Peter seemed to slide over, he let out a disgusting crunch and his foot fell off the road.

When Flying Man's foot hit the bracket of the concrete wall, he roared in pain and grabbed his foot and fell.

The force of the kick twisted it into an abnormal angle, the crunch of his own bones, and when Lightning saw the injuries and pain begin to radiate from it.

He began to feel nauseous, and before he passed out, a stream of vomit flowed from his lips.

What the hell is going on here?"

Mrs. Donaldson shouted as the students quickly hid the phone they were using to record the fight.

Of course, a flying man's cronies, Peter couldn't even remember his name, blowing his horn and saying

Parker's hand first,

Peter found himself being dragged to the principal's office.

He sat there for hours when an ambulance arrived and Flyer was taken to the hospital.

A uniformed policeman arrived, but after watching the cellphone footage, he shook his head and left.

Peter wondered if it was because he was angry at wasting his time.

Peter knew that feeling as he sat there waiting.

Finally, despite flying man's father, Jack Thompson, walking into the office and yelling, his face was red, possibly a symptom of congestive heart failure.

Peter thought before yelling at the boy, he looked old, and the tight-fitting suit and tie didn't hide the man's nasty stench.

Peter could smell the liquor in his breath and the faint scent of lipstick, he had never overrated Jack, and a man who made his son do like a flying man was just as bad.

Now, he is proving Peter.?

You little bastard, I'm going to sue you.

My son broke his ankle, he will miss the final, you ruined his career.?

Peter had heard enough, heard enough, stood up straight

Go, go, I'll stand in front of the judge and tell them.

The thing about bullying, about previous attacks, about all the complaints my aunt has made, and about how I seem to have hurt Flying Man on the floor.

I, five feet seven inches tall, injured Flyer, a high school football player

Peter took a step forward

So yes, sue me? Go see how good you are.?

Peter's anger was palpable, and even Jack took a step back, his anger drowned out by the boy in front of him.

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