Let's restart, Spider-Man!

Imitating Spider-Man jumping off a building, that's fucking genius.

I'll try my best to make the daily life stories interesting, so please don't let the book sit unread! Getting it recommended depends on you all, please! ()

I'll definitely update like crazy once it's released!

If I can get published on Sanjiang, I'll release all my saved drafts!

Chapter 70 Spider-Man Mask

"It's Spider-Man!"

"he died."

Spider-Man jumped off a building.

"No, he was just wearing pajamas. He's not really Spider-Man."

"He must be a huge Spider-Man fan."

Soon, surrounded by onlookers, Carter examined the body.

“There were spider silk-like residues on his wrists; he was also bitten by a mutated spider,” she told Charlotte.

Charlotte shook her head. "He thinks he's become Spider-Man and can't wait to imitate him."

Carter sighed, "He shouldn't have acted so impulsively."

"People who have been bitten by mutated spiders mutate very quickly. How long did it take you to acquire those abilities?" She looked at Charlotte.

Charlotte turned and left, and Carter quickly followed.

The sound of police sirens grew louder as they approached from the roadside.

“It took me all night,” Charlotte said.

Carter thought for a moment, then asked, "How long did it take you to get used to those abilities? I mean, how long did it take you to practice jumping off buildings?"

"One night."

"So fast?" Carter asked in surprise.

Have you ever failed?

"Of course I've failed."

"Peter said you had participated in the repechage twice before, so you were also killed by a fall?"

Charlotte rolled her eyes. "Only an idiot would practice at such a high place from the start. The place I practiced before was no more than three stories high. I wouldn't die from a fall."

Carter became even more curious.

"So how did you come up with the idea of ​​using spider silk as a means of transportation? Aren't you afraid that the spider silk won't be able to support your weight?"

Also, if you don't have enough arm strength, is it difficult to swing? Will your muscles tear?

Have you ever smashed one of those billboards on the street?

"What if I run out of silk halfway through the flight and fall to my death?"

Carter kept asking questions, and Charlotte couldn't help but rub her temples.

“I’ll explain later. Right now, you should go back to S.H.I.E.L.D. and issue a statement warning those who have been bitten by spiders not to test their abilities lightly.”

Hearing this, Carter finally remembered his business.

"Yes, I have to go back now, Charlotte. See you another day."

"Goodbye."

Carter took two steps and then stopped.

She turned and held out her hand, "My car keys."

"You've already given it to me."

Charlotte waved from the roadside and personally hailed a taxi for Carter.

"Isn't that thoughtful?" he grinned.

Carter shook his head helplessly, "You're something else."

"Remember to give me the helmet."

"Bichi."

Watching Carter get into the car, Charlotte tossed the car keys in her hand.

The gift from an elder looks very nice.

He put on his helmet, mounted his motorcycle, and roared into the street.

Meanwhile, Carter returned to the S.H.I.E.L.D. building.

In her office, she summoned Agent Hill.

“Tell Nick Fury to drop the surveillance on Charlotte Parker.”

"Are you sure?" Agent Hill asked hesitantly.

Carter said sternly, "I should have that right."

"Yes, but Charlotte could very well be it."

“I just met him, and I found out that the real Spider-Man isn’t him, but he’s connected to us. He’s probably a smokescreen that Spider-Man sent us.”

Agent Hill pondered, “Throw out an obvious target to attract our attention and distract us.”

So, during the time Spider-Man disappears, Sherlock will also disappear; this was all pre-arranged.

"That's it."

"But why remove the surveillance on Charlotte Parker?"

"It's pointless now. With more mutant Spider-Men appearing, we'll be facing even bigger trouble. We need Spider-Man's help. Withdrawing surveillance is a sign of respect for him."

"Is that so? I see."

Agent Hill seemed thoughtful, then left the office and informed Nick Fury.

In the hospital room, Nick Fury frowned. "I understand. Do as she says."

“One against two, Commander, it’s your turn,” Harry urged.

“Agent Hill, I’m very busy right now. Leave the rest to Agent Carter. That’s all.”

"Wang Bang!"

"I'm sorry."

"Haha, I won! Pay up!"

"dudu~"

The communication was cut off, and Agent Hill slapped his forehead in exasperation.

"These guys are so lucky, they finally get a vacation."

She went to her workstation and began to arrange the tasks Carter had assigned her.

On her desk was a Spider-Man poster, about the size of a palm.

"Even if Charlotte Parker isn't Spider-Man, he must know Spider-Man. It's a pity he doesn't have a vacation, otherwise he would definitely go and ask that guy."

Looking at the Spider-Man poster on the table, Agent Hill slumped over the table and sighed.

"Could he be the Black Spider-Man who defeated Steve Rogers? I really want his autograph."

"Agent Hill, someone's called the police. Another Spider-Man has died."

"Oh, got it."

She quickly used the documents to cover the poster on the table and hurried to the scene of the incident.

Time passed and it got darker.

Nighttime is Spider-Man's domain.

"Agent Hill, the fifth Spider-Man has appeared."

"coming."

Busy until 11 p.m., Agent Hill never wanted to hear the words "Spider-Man" again.

Meanwhile, in Banner's lab, he had already collected the corpses of three "Spider-Man" figures.

He's going crazy.

"What's wrong with this world? Can anyone tell me?!"

Banner's wails came from the laboratory.

Meanwhile, at Stark Tower.

In the private area on the top floor, Tony watched the Spider-Man incident being reported on TV, without touching his coffee.

"Tony, what's wrong?" Pepper came up behind Tony and gently massaged his shoulders.

Tony snapped out of his daze. "Spider-Man is dead. Three of them are dead."

"They must be Spider-Man fans, they're crazy," Pepper Potts exclaimed.

Tony shook his head. "I feel something's not right."

"what?"

"I think the real Spider-Man is in trouble."

With that, he put down his coffee, got up, and walked toward the laboratory.

"Are you going to study those cold metal toys again?" Little Chili asked, somewhat displeased.

Tony replied without turning his head, "That's not a toy, that's the meaning of my existence."

I need to figure those things out as soon as possible; maybe I can repay Spider-Man's favor, since he saved me.

“But you don’t even know who he is. You said he always wears tight pajamas.”