I am not Spider-Man because I am parasitized by an alien!

"Bang!"

The broken metal rod hit the wall of the subway car, making a dull sound.

Flying glass and broken metal fragments shot in all directions like raindrops.

Amid the sound of "ding-dong-dong", Peter held the spider silk wrapped around the metal rod with both hands, and the metal floor under his feet kept twisting and deforming.

The helicopter held by the spider silk circled and fell down.

The buildings on both sides of the subway were stuck by the spider silk and collapsed.

The strong pulling force slowed down the speed of the subway, and the "death train" rushing to the end slowly slowed down.

"What is he doing?!"

In the police car, George Stacy looked at the scene in front of him in shock.

Due to the deceleration of the subway, the police car had caught up.

Sitting in the speeding police car, he stretched his head out of the window and looked at the helicopter that was constantly spinning and being pulled by the spider silk.

The flying fragments flew around, and the bricks and stones on both sides kept falling down.

"Be careful!"

Accompanied by George's roar, a huge rock whistled and hit the police car.

The police officer in the driver's seat immediately slammed the steering wheel.

The police car made a sharp brake sound and crashed sideways to the side of the road.

"Boom!"

The boulder scraped the police car and fell heavily to the ground, splashing a large piece of mud.

The police car, which lost control, spun and hit the guardrail on the side of the road with a "bang".

Without bothering to check his own situation, George Stacy unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car.

Looking at the subway going away, he subconsciously took out the walkie-talkie to call for support.

But soon he put the walkie-talkie in his hand down again.

No.

He can't do anything now.

Even if he calls for support, what's the use.

Is this kind of power really within the reach of human beings?

Who is this mysterious guy?

Somehow, a sentence suddenly popped up in his mind: Someone fell from the sky, and the gods threw lightning!

"Boom!"

The spinning police helicopter was pulled down by the subway.

The high-speed rotating helicopter propeller hit a corner of the subway.

Sparks flew out, the helicopter lost control and crashed to the ground.

The spider silk that entangled the helicopter broke at the critical moment.

The helicopter pilot gritted his teeth and pulled up with all his strength amid the alarm.

The hovering helicopter tail wing narrowly brushed against a bridge.

"Bang!"

Peter in the subway slammed his feet on the floor, veins on his forehead burst, and muscles swelled.

His body leaned back, and the black exoskeleton on his arms deformed and flowed like a fluid.

"Ah!"

His heart beat rapidly, adrenaline was stimulated, and all his strength burst out.

In the shocked eyes of everyone in the subway, the subway drove towards the last stop - the New York Museum of Natural History.

The train was slowing down, but the station bridge had appeared in front.

A Mexican woman among the passengers held her daughter, clasped her hands together and prayed silently for Peter.

"No!"

Standing outside the Museum of Natural History, Gwen looked at the subway coming overhead, opened her mouth wide, and her eyes were full of disbelief.

The subway hit the platform of the station, smashing the facilities on the platform and making a deafening sound.

Fortunately, the speed of the train has slowed down a lot, and it only rushed forward a few meters before stopping.

In the first carriage where Peter was, the carriages above his head and on both sides had all disappeared.

Covering his chest, he took two steps forward.

There was severe pain all over his body, and the muscles in his arms were numb as if they were broken.

His heart was pounding, and he felt dizzy.

The exoskeleton covering his body also lost its luster and became dim.

He staggered forward two steps and knelt on the ground with a "thump".

The black consciousness of nothingness hit his spirit again and again. Although he tried to maintain his sanity, his head tilted and his body fell to one side.

"No! No!"

Gwen, who was watching all this under the viaduct, came back to her senses from the shock.

"He will definitely hold on, he will definitely hold on."

Gwen looked at the mysterious Spider-Man kneeling on the ground, and although she was a little uneasy, she still comforted herself.

After all, the other party stopped a subway train that was out of control.

But when she saw the other party fall down and seemed to fall off the viaduct, she knew it was not good.

"No, he can't hold on."

With a "bang", Gwen grabbed the wire mesh gate with one hand, turned it over easily, and ran towards Peter at the fastest speed.

"I can catch him! I can do it."

After turning over the iron gate, Gwen's speed did not slow down. She jumped forward with both feet and jumped over a car in one go.

The moment she landed, Gwen felt incredible.

How did she do it? !

Although she was full of doubts, she kept moving and continued to run forward.

Jumping up and stepping on the top of a large truck, Gwen jumped onto the fire ladder of a nearby museum.

Holding the fire ladder with both hands, she quickly climbed to the high platform of the museum.

Standing on the edge of the high platform, Gwen hesitated.

To catch "Spider-Man", she must jump forward to the platform of the viaduct.

Can she do it?

Last time when I was chased by the Hand, I tried to jump from the rooftop to the other side of the roof.

But my foot slipped and I almost fell down.

If Peter hadn't held my hand at that time, I would have been killed.

Will I fail again like last time?

No!

Didn’t I tell my father that I would win this time?

I didn’t win last time, but I will win this time!

Gwen thought a lot in her mind in an instant, but the time in the outside world was only a moment.

Taking a deep breath, Gwen jumped over.

She stretched out her hands and caught Peter who fell from the subway.

The moment she touched, she felt her arms sink and her arms hurt.

Enduring the pain, Gwen tried her best not to let herself lose her hands.

“Bang!”

Her feet landed on the platform, and the ground shook slightly.

Gwen carefully put the “Spider-Man” she was holding on the ground, letting his body lean against the wall.

Then she staggered to her feet and took two steps back.

Stretching out her hands, Gwen looked at her hands, her eyes full of disbelief.

“How did I do it?”

How did she jump so high and catch the other person from the air?

Even if she thought she would win, she only hoped that she could be a cushion to slow down the opponent's fall.

How did she manage not to break her arm? !

"Hmm"

The next second, she covered her mouth, and a feeling of vomiting surged into her throat.

Gwen tried her best to resist the urge, looked around, and ran out quickly.

On the other side.

Peter leaned against the wall, and his eyes flashed red in his white eyelids.

After regaining consciousness, he looked up at Gwen's back as she left, and lowered his head in deep thought.

Did Gwen catch him this time?