I became a weirdo in Marvel

Chapter 191 Trial (Daily 700010000 Day )

Relying on his excellent spider-sense, when the explosion occurred, Uncle Ben almost immediately caught a glimpse of the suspicious figure on the roof of the opposite building through the window.

From an intuitive point of view, Uncle Ben felt that the other party was the criminal who caused the two explosions.

If we allow the other party to continue doing this, there will be more and more victims.

The faces of those innocent victims appeared before his eyes, and their tragic fate broke his heart.

Even if there is only a one in ten chance of success, Uncle Ben will still take the gamble.

He knows that as Spider-Man, he has a responsibility to protect everyone in this city.

He moved nimbly through the flames, dodging the flying glass fragments, and swung towards the opposite building at an incredibly fast speed.

With every leap, he could feel the heat of the flames and the scorching smell in the air, but nothing could stop him.

"No way? I've been discovered?" Looking at the rapidly approaching Spider-Man, Angus gritted his teeth, his heart filled with fear and anxiety.

He originally thought his plan was flawless, but now it seems that he underestimated Spider-Man's ability.

Without saying a word, he hurried downstairs, his heart pounding. He knew that once he was caught by Spider-Man, all his plans would be in vain.

However, no matter how fast he moved, he was not as fast as Spider-Man.

Spider-Man's figure was like a ghost, chasing after him.

Only two minutes had passed, and when Angus was about to take the elevator downstairs, a spider silk shot out from behind him.

Angus quickly dodged the spider silk by moving sideways. The spider silk stuck to the elevator entrance, blocking his way.

He was not panicked. He turned around quickly and yelled at Uncle Ben who was about to shoot spider silk: "Don't come over! Otherwise I will press the explosion switch!"

Uncle Ben narrowed his eyes, stared at Angus coldly, and turned his wrist slightly: "It is you who did it. Do you know how many innocent people you have killed? You bastard!"

His voice was filled with anger and pain, and every word was like a sharp knife piercing Angus' heart.

"Don't move!"

Angus laughed like a madman. "Don't think about suddenly shooting out spider webs to bind me. Once the remote control in my hand leaves my side, the bombs buried in the building will be detonated instantly! Hahaha, guess how many bombs I have buried in total?"

"Damn it!" Uncle Ben clenched his fists, his heart filled with endless anger and helplessness.

He knew that the madman in front of him had lost his mind and any rash action could lead to the deaths of countless people.

Angus's face showed a kind of morbid ecstasy, and his eyes were full of madness: "Spider-Man, hurry up and leave this building and continue to save those poor people trapped inside? Otherwise, they will die, okay?"

Uncle Ben was conflicted. He didn't want to let the guy in front of him go, but he couldn't think of a suitable way to subdue him.

His heart was beating violently in his chest like a war drum, and various possible solutions kept flashing through his mind, but he quickly rejected each one.

If what Angus said was true and the bomb remote control could not leave his side, then Uncle Ben would have to find a way to wrap him tightly with spider webs in an instant so that he could not move.

However, Angus' eyes revealed an extremely vigilant light, like a frightened cheetah, ready to pounce at any time.

Uncle Ben sighed. He couldn't find a suitable opportunity at all.

"What are you still standing there for? Do you suspect that my remote control is fake?" Angus' voice was full of sarcasm and impatience, like a sword piercing Uncle Ben's heart.

Before Uncle Ben could react, Angus pressed the button with a grim smile.

boom!
There was another terrible explosion in the building opposite, and the huge noise could be heard clearly even here.

Flames shot up into the sky, smoke filled the air, as if the gates of hell had been opened, and countless lives were swallowed up in an instant.

"No!" Uncle Ben made a sound of great annoyance. His heart seemed to be torn apart in pain. The scene before him made him feel powerless and desperate.

"Get out of here right now!" Angus' voice seemed to come from the depths of hell, full of malice and coldness.

Uncle Ben stared at him without saying a word, his inner anger and helplessness intertwined.

He knew he had to leave to save those innocent lives, but he also knew that meant letting Angus go free.

He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and turned away.

It was not until his figure disappeared that Angus smiled and turned to leave.

His smile was filled with a sense of victory and contempt for Spider-Man. He found another elevator, walked in, and pressed a random button for a floor.

When the elevator opened again, Angus walked out and entered the bathroom cubicle. He took off his clothes and mask, revealing clothes of completely different colors and styles underneath.

His movements were skillful and quick, obviously the result of countless times of practice.

When he left the bathroom, he had transformed from the strange cloaked man into a sunny young man wearing glasses.

In the mirror, he had a handsome face and a warm smile, completely different from the cold-blooded villain he had just been.

Only when he curled the corners of his mouth did a hint of evil appear.

"Hahaha, now, no one will find me anymore. Even the famous Spider-Man can't do it!" Angus whispered to himself, his tone full of pride and arrogance.

Not only did he exceed the task target, but he also made the so-called superhero suffer a loss. Angus was filled with a sense of accomplishment.

He put his hands in his trouser pockets, held the remote control tightly in his right hand, walked to the elevator with a relaxed expression on his face, and waited for the elevator to arrive.

The first, second and third floors of this building are all shopping malls. As long as he goes inside and blends in with the crowd, he will be absolutely safe.

Angus's plan was thorough and precise, and every step was under his control.

The elevator arrived quickly and the door opened. Angus found a handsome middle-aged man inside. When the other man saw him, he nodded slightly at him and gave him a polite smile.

Angus smiled back, feeling secretly pleased with himself, totally unaware of the approaching danger.

He never imagined that the other person was Uncle Ben without his spider suit.

When he was forced to leave, Uncle Ben secretly left behind a small mechanical spider. This high-tech product newly developed by the Austen Group has a high degree of realism.

On the surface, it looks no different from a real spider. In fact, its eyes are made up of high-precision cameras that can perform tracking and shooting tasks.

Therefore, Angus, who thought he was perfect, actually had his actions controlled by his uncle Ben.

In order not to arouse the other party's vigilance, he even took off his battle clothes.

Just as Angus stepped into the elevator, Uncle Ben suddenly made a move. Quickly and accurately, a spider web shot out, tied Angus tightly, and grabbed his right hand.

Before Angus could even react, the remote control fell from his hand with a crisp sound.

"You--" Angus' eyes were filled with shock and anger. He struggled, but the spider web restraints prevented him from moving.

"Finally I caught you." Uncle Ben said coldly. He finally found an opportunity to bring this villain to justice and prevent the incident from escalating further.

Angus's face turned pale, he knew he was really in trouble this time.

His heart was filled with resentment and despair, but he also understood that he would never have the chance to escape again.

Uncle Ben handed Angus over to the police, and then quickly rushed to the explosion site, doing his best to rescue those trapped.

His heart was filled with guilt and self-blame. If he had discovered the criminal earlier, so many people would not have died.

He could only try his best to rescue the people inside and use this method to make up for his mistake.

This busyness lasted until the evening.

Uncle Ben dragged his tired body and ran to his car.

The night breeze was cool, the street lights were dim, and his footsteps seemed a little heavy.

Finally, he opened the car door and saw Peter inside, concentrating on reading a book.

Uncle Ben felt a surge of apology in his heart: "I'm sorry, Peter, I'm so late, you must be very impatient waiting."

Parker raised his head, smiled and shook the book in his hand, his eyes full of understanding and tolerance: "It's okay, I'm reading in the car, I don't feel bored at all."

At that moment, Uncle Ben felt a little warm, as if all his tiredness was melted away by his smile.

Parker's smile was like a ray of sunshine, dispelling the haze in his heart.

"Uncle Ben, I haven't eaten yet, let's just find a place to eat nearby."

"Okay!" Uncle Ben nodded hurriedly, feeling very pleased. He was proud of his sensible nephew. "Come on, I'll take you to a good meal!"

"Okay, then I want to eat steak." Parker's eyes flashed with anticipation.

Uncle Ben was about to start the car when his cell phone rang.

He gave Parker an apologetic smile and answered the phone.

The voice from the other end of the phone was hurried and flustered, and Uncle Ben's face turned pale in an instant: "What? He was kidnapped?"

After hanging up the phone, Uncle Ben looked worried, his brows were furrowed, and he seemed as if a huge rock was pressing on his heart.

His hands unconsciously clenched the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white.

Parker noticed Uncle Ben's mood change and shrugged gently, trying to ease the atmosphere: "It's okay, Uncle Ben, your work is very important. It's just that I think I should go get a driver's license."

Parker's tone was light and teasing, trying to put Uncle Ben at ease.

Uncle Ben looked at Parker and felt a warm feeling in his heart again.

This child is always so sensible and can always provide comfort to people at critical moments.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner anxiety: "Peter, I'm sorry that I may not be able to have dinner with you today. But I promise that I will take you to eat your favorite steak next time."

Parker nodded, still smiling: "It's okay, Uncle Ben, I understand. You go ahead and do your work, I can take a taxi there myself."

Uncle Ben looked at Parker with mixed emotions.

He knew that Parker was no longer the little boy who needed his constant care, but a sensible and independent young man.

He reached out and patted Parker on the shoulder, a hint of reluctance flashing in his eyes: "Thank you, Peter."

Parker smiled slightly, his eyes firm: “Uncle Ben, don’t worry, I will take good care of myself.”

Uncle Ben nodded and started the car, leaving Parker on the side of the road.

Parker carried his suitcase, the smile on his face slowly disappearing. He had never longed for power so much.

"I'm going to speed up the process anyway."

"cough cough"

In the dark underground sewer, Angus knelt on the ground, gasping violently. He raised his head and looked at the figure standing in front of him with a frightened expression.

"Hansen, Priest, thanks to you, I was not thrown into jail. Thank you so much!"

Priest Hansen was wearing a black cloak, like a ghost in the dark night. He stared at Angus with dim eyes and sighed.

"I'll thank you later. You should know that you have failed your trial mission."

"No, I didn't fail!?"

Angus said excitedly: "I have obviously created a huge chaos, and there are almost a thousand people involved, right?"

Priest Hansen shook his head: "A grand and perfect performance must have a perfect ending. But how can it be considered perfect if you, the protagonist, were caught in the end? The gods will not grant you a gift for such a performance, do you understand?"

"I, I'm just a little bit short!"

Angus slid on his knees on the ground, came to Priest Hansen's feet, grabbed his trouser legs, and begged: "Priest Hansen, please, please give me another chance!"

"No, you no longer have a chance. Everyone can only have one chance for the trial mission."

When Angus's expression turned desperate, Priest Hansen sighed again: "However, after all, I have known your parents for so long. You can say that I watched you grow up. How can I not help you?"

Angus was overjoyed and smiled in surprise: "So, I can do the trial mission again?"

Priest Hansen smiled and shook his head: "It doesn't have to be so complicated. I'll just give you this."

As he spoke, he took out a tube of red reagent from his pocket and handed it to Angus.

Angus took a closer look and found that the reagent was not transparent but extremely turbid, with all kinds of strange materials swirling inside, which made him swallow his saliva.

"Priest Hansen, could this be..."

“Yes, this is the potion that will allow you to advance to Sequence 8. Drink it quickly, or it will lose its effect.”

Angus showed ecstasy and quickly took the potion, but after looking at the surrounding environment, he hesitated and said, "Drink it here?"

"Of course, it's safe here."

"Ok."

Angus no longer hesitated, unscrewed the bottle cap with force, and poured all the liquid into his mouth.

But he didn't notice that there was a greedy and hungry look in Priest Hansen's eyes.

(End of this chapter)