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New dimensions, new Spider-Man, new everything.

He Shenyan was in a hurry at first, he found Wanda after thinking about it, and then solved the problem that happened to her - but it was useless to be anxious. This is a completely different dimension from his world, where dimension demons are popular. Although Wanda's own source of power has long been eaten by him, she is obviously strong enough.

It's like a billionaire who goes to a bank to open an account, yes, she needs a place to save money and spend cash flow, but even without the bank, she's still a billionaire. There is no doubt about Wanda's talent itself, even if she does not use Sithone's power as a source, she can also master extremely powerful power.

However, this also led to a consequence that now He Shenyan could not find her quickly.

She is cunning.

It's like a hunt. He Shenyan is an experienced hunter, while Wanda is a beautiful female leopard. Relationships in hunting can be reversed at any time.

Fortunately, he is very patient.

...Wait, isn't this analogy wrong?

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"Hey, Peter."

"Hey Frankie, uh, what class is this?"

Peter was slapped drowsily from the table, and the first word that came out of his mouth was to ask about the class. The dark-skinned, afro-haired Frankie gave him a worried look and whispered, "Dude, it's already lunch time. You slept for the last class."

"what?!"

Peter jumped up from his chair. "What? No, it's impossible. Didn't the teacher say anything?"

Frankie shrugged: "Mr. Comer said it's no big deal to let you sleep for three classes, anyway, you're a smart kid. He doesn't think you're the kind of guy who stays up late and plays games. You're so sleepy, it must have been the night before. Stayed up late and made some handmade products or something. Anyway, Mr. Ke Mo allowed you to sleep in his class."

"It's a remarkable achievement, Peter. Even Lightning never dared to do it, and Mr. Kemer didn't even give the principal's face." Frankie looked at him enviously. "You're lucky, buddy."

Peter slumped on his seat,

Eyes blank. Frankie's words were ignored.

...I missed an entire physics class, damn it. Now I have to spend double the time to make it up. And I have to be Spider-Man outside of this stuff. And being Spider-Man meant that I probably couldn't sleep all night in the world, and I didn't have much free time to socialize with my classmates.

His mind began to shake involuntarily: So, should I continue to be Spider-Man?

Just then, there was a vibration in his pocket. Peter's expression changed immediately, he stood up and rushed out of the classroom. Frankie yelled from behind him, "Hey Peter, are you not eating?!"

"I'm not hungry, Frankie!"

Peter replied, and ran out of the classroom, then the school building. He crossed a large lawn, and while no one was around, he jumped over the four-meter-high fence and landed outside. Immediately afterwards, he ran quickly towards an alley.

Five minutes later, Spider-Man began to wander above New York.

The earphones in his ears were broadcasting to him the radio communication of the police: "Attention all police officers, a bank on Fifth Avenue is being robbed. Keep the people safe, but don't get involved, we've notified the Avengers to take care of this."

"Oh, that's great." Peter said to himself while swinging his spider silk, making a nice tumble. "The Avengers are coming again, and then it's Captain America's preaching time, um, kid, you're still young, don't do the adults, go back to reading..."

His face under the mask twitched.

Having said that, he still arrived at the scene before the police and the Avengers. But things are not so good here - no, very bad.

The ground cracked, and the wreckage of several police cars that could barely be seen were piled together, and there were even several charred bodies inside. The door to the bank was closed tightly, and there was a half-dead silence inside. He landed lightly in front of the bank door, and before he had time to do anything, a stinging pain began to reverberate in his mind.

......what the hell?

This idea just appeared, the heavy door of the bank was torn open by some force, and then melted and deformed, turning into a huge sharp knife and attacking him. Peter dodged this with a beautiful roll on the spot, and even shot spider silk in the air, pulling up the sharp knife and sending it back.

There was a burst of smoke and dust from the bank, followed by a man's deep laughter. The laughter sounded like a rhino rubbing its horns with metal, ugly and gruff.

"Oh, Spider-Man—you're still a kid."

A tall man stepped out, with scary red tattoos on his face. Bald and terrifyingly strong. He was wearing a black tights, and his eyes were full of scarlet light.

"Yes, it's me, Spider-Man." Peter nimbly jumped up to the street lamp beside him, crouched on it and started mocking. "But you look like a GV actor from the 80s, man, seriously, who wears such hot tights now?"

"You're mocking the magician, boy."

The man who called himself a magician grinned gloomily: "Now you will know the consequences."

He opened his arms, and countless rubble on the ground flew out of thin air. They softened together and turned into a huge fist that smashed towards Peter with enormous power. The spider sensor exploded in an instant, and he narrowly avoided the blow, but the light pole was not so lucky.

Peter swung in the air, dodging the damned fist, while trying to shoot the magician in the eyes and head with the spider silk. Usually, this trick works well. And when that doesn't work...

He watched dejectedly as those spider silks were intercepted a few meters away from the magician, and said to himself, "I need another way."

"A child wants to be a hero too!" The magician grinned mockingly. "When I kill you and run over your icy corpse, I'll leave a bag of money beside me. So your family will know you died to stop me. How about that idea?"

"You still need to practice your harsh words skills, buddy, seriously."

Peter turned 360 degrees in the air, dodging an attack from the giant fist. Then he immediately shot spider silk and pulled himself to a residential building on the right. Before the magician could react, he jumped off the wall of the residential building and jumped on top of the magician's head.

That is, above the front door of the bank.

The magician turned around, looking at ease, still smiling, not feeling at all that Peter could do anything about it. In fact, Peter couldn't do anything about him either. Considering that the spider silk couldn't get close to him, Peter felt afraid that even if he wanted to get close to him, he wouldn't be able to. He could, however, hold off until the Avengers arrive.

What he didn't expect was that it wasn't the Avengers that arrived.

The magician opened his mouth, obviously, he was going to say something. Such as the retaliatory attack against Peter, personally, these people have always liked to do this kind of thing, trying to beat him and trying to destroy him mentally. But this time, the magician's movements stopped less than halfway through.

Very abrupt.

Like his half-open mouth.

Then he knelt down.

Immediately afterwards, the red tattoos on his skin squirmed across his face as if they had come alive. The magician let out a terrifying scream from his throat, and Peter's spider sense started screaming in his head. But none of that matters, what matters is...

The kind gentleman with whom he had a relationship this morning appeared behind the magician, as leisurely as a person who came to a spring outing.

"Hello, Spider-Man."

He first said hello to Peter, then looked down at the kneeling magician, reached out and touched his bald head, then nodded thoughtfully: "Well, it's really you, Wanda. . . . It's not a good choice to empower ordinary people."

"Uh, sir, it's not for civilians..."

He Shenyan interrupted him and smiled happily: "Child, do you think I look like a commoner?"

... you don't look like you?

Peter's brain was a little confused. He still didn't realize who the spider was sensing. He only felt that the man in front of him was nothing special except for being too handsome. This point of view was broken in the next second, because he saw He Shenyan's eyes flashing the same red light as the magician.

"you?!"

He only had time to say this word, because He Shenyan's hand had already crushed the magician's head in the next second. Exodus rage hit Peter's brain for a split second - how could that be? ! He foolishly thought this man was a good man in the morning! But now? !

He killed a man in his presence!

He Shenyan raised his head and glanced at Peter as if he knew what he knew and thought.

"Yes, I killed him, but do you think he should live?"

"You have no right to deprive others of their lives!"

"He killed seventeen people in the bank." He Shenyan pointed to the bank behind Peter. "The seventeen men were men and women, old and young. They were someone's father, mother, daughter, son, husband, wife. They were real good people, and they were ruthlessly punished for not wanting to take money from this guy. killed."

Immediately afterwards, he pointed to the police cars and several corpses on the street: "There are some good police officers who arrived early, and they were burned to prevent this man from being burned. Their families couldn't even be at the funeral. Open the coffin for people to see them one last time because it was so horrific."

He Shenyan smiled and looked at Spider-Man, who was obviously poor in words: "Now, do you still think he should be alive?"

"me......"

Peter trembled all over. On the one hand, he felt that what He Shenyan said was right, but on the other hand, he felt that it was wrong. His brain started to get more and more confused.

"If you want to know the right answer, just try to follow me, boy."

Leaving this sentence, the mage rose out of thin air.

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