Let's restart, Spider-Man!

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As expected, what follows is a righteous one-on-one duel.

"What are you looking at? Get up here!"

The gang leader shouted at his men, and the dozen or so men immediately reacted.

"Go on!"

"He's all alone!"

The man was hit on the head with a brick halfway through his sentence and fell to the ground, howling in pain.

Looking at Charlotte again, he threw the brick, landed with a leap, and ran confidently toward the crowd.

"Quickly, do it!"

"Bang bang."

"clang clang"

Everyone hurriedly pulled out their pistols and opened fire, but the nanosuits sparked and spent cartridges littered the ground, unable to stop Charlotte's every move.

The nanometal defense is good, and twelve tons of force is enough for Charlotte to ignore the impact of these bullets.

Immediately, Charlotte moved nimbly through the crowd, dragging their bodies upside down under the streetlights, the dense, cocoon-like spider silk sending chills down one's spine.

Simple, crude, and direct.

There are no tricks involved.

"Ugh! Those damn bugs!"

"Damn Spider-Man."

"Please, let us go."

The thugs sometimes begged for mercy and sometimes cursed at him. Charlotte picked at her ear and then used one of the thugs' phones to call the police.

Before the revival match, his speed and strength wouldn't have been so exaggerated; it would have taken him quite a while to deal with these ordinary thugs.

"Cuckoo~"

Just then, an embarrassing sound came from her stomach, leaving Charlotte feeling helpless.

Too much spider silk is used, requiring more energy to synthesize spider silk proteins in the body.

The next moment, a system notification appeared before my eyes.

[You play the role of a friendly neighbor who punishes evil, granting you +1 chance to restart.]

Seeing this, Charlotte grinned.

The nine restart opportunities in the first revival match were the result of his hard work over this period.

Then, he began to plunder the ill-gotten gains of the thugs.

This is a very important source of income for him.

Anyone who has played Spider-Man knows that Spider-Man is very poor.

He is also included.

Before long, the sound of police sirens came from afar.

"Hey~"

A red and blue figure flew overhead, and all the police officers looked up.

"George, it's Spider-Man, he's not dead."

"I saw."

George narrowed his eyes, then glanced at the stolen goods his subordinates had found, showing no sign of joy.

“Spider-Man, I will catch you myself.” He sneered, then said to the officers.

"Get them in the car."

"Yes."

The officers got busy, and couldn't help but whisper among themselves as they carried out their operation.

"I feel that George has a lot of hostility towards Spider-Man."

"You're right, he really dislikes Spider-Man."

"Why? Spider-Man has helped us solve so many problems so far."

"Perhaps George viewed Spider-Man's behavior as provocative."

Chapter 8 Green Goblin's Last Madness

"Haha, this is so interesting! So much fun!"

In the dimly lit office, Norman, dressed in his Green Goblin armor, lay on the sofa, gesturing wildly like a mischievous child.

He accidentally fell off the sofa, and his phone fell onto the carpet.

"Oh, my little darling, please don't let it get damaged, or I'll be very sad."

Norman carefully checked the phone, then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Luckily it didn't break, so my fun can continue for a while longer."

In the darkness, the timid figure trembled.

“Mr. Green Goblin, I...I’m ready.”

Betty, her face ashen, set up the camera and blared the office lights.

In the corner of the room, the Osborne shareholders were found bound hand and foot.

Norman glanced at Betty, his demon mask contorting in pain.

"You don't need to be afraid. I am the most terrifying demon and have no interest in harming beautiful ladies."

Betty was almost in tears; hearing this made her even more scared.

Ignoring Betty's fear, Norman rose and looked down at the shareholders, letting out a chilling, demonic laugh.

"Gagaga, are you ready?"

The shareholders were filled with fear, their eyes filled with struggle.

Without saying a word, Norman made Betty point the camera at them.

At the same time, the Times Square screen flickered briefly, replaced by a live broadcast from the office.

“Tell me, what exactly did you do to the great Mr. Norman Osborn?” Norman laughed.

Upon hearing this, the shareholders avoided eye contact, not daring to look at the camera.

The next moment, Norman raised his hand and locked one of them by the throat.

"Crack!"

The body collapsed limply to the ground. Betty covered her mouth in terror and huddled in the corner, too afraid to make a sound.

The shareholders were also so frightened by Norman's actions that they wet their pants.

"Hehehe, what a bunch of cowards, but I don't like cleaning."

Norman flicked a sharp blade from his wrist, threateningly pointing at someone at random, "Start with you."

"I...I'll talk, I'll talk."

The man trembled, and he knelt on the ground, covered in sweat, and began to speak.

"I am Kurz, and I own eleven percent of the Osborn Group."

"Tell the important point!"

"Yes, yes, yes, Osborne was the founder of Mr. Norman's company. He gave everything for it, but we conspired to force him to leave after his experiment failed. We are the sinners, we are..."

"That wasn't detailed enough, next one."

Norman interrupted Kurz and mercilessly chopped off his head.

"Ugh~~"

The head rolled off, and the bloody scene caused everyone to kneel down and vomit.

Norman felt extremely pleased as he watched these guys' pathetic side.

"Hahaha, this is so much fun! This is so much fun!!"

He clapped and laughed, then let the other shareholders recount their grievances.

The live broadcast from the square quickly attracted countless citizens to stop and watch.

"Oh my god, it's the Green Goblin again, what a terrifying guy."

"That's terrifying!"

"What does he want to do?"

"What kind of twisted sense of humor is this?"