Let's restart, Spider-Man!

He prayed in his heart.

Soon, police cars sped across the square.

The red and blue figures then swung down and landed steadily on the roadside billboard.

Charlotte squinted as she looked at the image on the big screen.

This guy's condition is getting worse; otherwise, he wouldn't have done something so crazy.

He understood Norman's grievances.

He dedicated his entire life to the Osborne Group, sacrificing time with his children and wife, and was unable to see his wife one last time before she passed away.

Norman owes his family a debt, but he wants to restore the glory of the Osborn family. He wants to cure the Osborn family's hereditary disease, for himself, and even more so that Harry can be free from the torment of the family's hereditary disease and live longer and happier.

However, the failure of the gene serum experiment caused him to lose everything.

All his efforts came to naught.

The shareholders became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

They squeezed out the last bit of value from Norman and then discarded him, forcing Norman to risk injecting a half-finished genetic serum.

Norman succeeded; he gained immense power, and the hereditary disease could no longer take his life.

But he failed; he lost himself and became insane and irritable.

He wanted to take revenge on everyone and vent his inner pain and grievances.

He unleashed the most terrifying demon within him, intending to bring fear to everyone.

In the video, Norman smiles broadly as the shareholders recount the facts one by one.

Because of the Osborne Group, he was exploited by these shareholders his entire life.

He did it willingly because it was his favorite career.

The reporters who kept gathering were doing the same thing.

Before long, a large number of police cars were parked in front of the Osborne Building, and a large crowd had gathered.

Norman did not conceal the location of the live broadcast.

"Mr. Devil, please calm down. You can tell us your needs, and we will try our best to meet them."

George raised the loudspeaker and shouted next to the police car.

Armed personnel quietly infiltrated the building, ready to act at any moment.

A helicopter hovered above the building.

"Captain, it's almost certain that the Green Goblin is Norman Osborn."

Inside the cabin, Natasha spoke with a grave expression.

Steve, standing to the side, gripped his shield tightly and took a deep breath. "Although I was frozen for seventy years, my body has fully recovered. I'm fine."

Natasha shook her head. "Norman used to be a senior agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., but for some reason, he left S.H.I.E.L.D. a long time ago to focus on running his own company. He's not easy to deal with."

Steve frowned. "There's such a thing? Why weren't you told beforehand?"

“I just found out about this from Nick.”

"Okay, I'll get used to your unreliability."

As Steve spoke, Clint Barton's voice came through the headset.

"I'm ready. As soon as he appears in my sight, I can lock onto him immediately."

“Very good, Patton, you are Hawkeye, right? I look forward to working with you.”

At the top of the skyscraper, Patton, holding a compound bow, locked onto Norman's office, his expression stern.

Suddenly, a red and blue figure appeared in his sight, and he quietly nocked an arrow and locked onto the figure.

“I found a red and blue bug, should I shoot it?” he asked.

"insect?"

Steve paused, while Natasha seemed lost in thought.

"It's Spider-Man. It seems Norman didn't kill him."

Chapter 9 Captain, Times Have Changed

"Don't do anything, it will alert Norman," Nick Fury's voice came through the earpiece.

"Understood." Barton silently observed the scene.

Steve and Natasha jumped out of the helicopter and began to sneak toward Norman's office.

Meanwhile, Charlotte also used the spider webs to swing and slip into the building.

The building was pitch black, with only the ticking of the clock on the wall.

Charlotte crept up the corridor ceiling without making a sound.

However, the armed men who infiltrated the building were not so cautious.

"Click~"

As the trap in the stairwell was triggered, a loud bang was heard, the floor shook violently, and raging flames broke through the walls and spread wildly.

Gravel flew everywhere in the corridor, and dust filled the air.

In the office, Norman heard the noise and stuck his head out the window.

Seeing the police cars gathered downstairs, he laughed loudly at the group of shareholders, "Hahaha, your savior has arrived."

"Don't worry, I won't kill you here. I'll play this game with you slowly and look forward to your fate!"

After saying that, he threw a pumpkin bomb out the window.

"boom!!"

Outside the window, a terrible explosion occurred before Steve could break in.

He only had time to raise his shield in front of him before being blasted away by the immense force of the impact.

Fortunately, he managed to grab onto the protruding exterior wall at the crucial moment, thus avoiding the risk of falling.

"Hahaha, you S.H.I.E.L.D. guys, you're still a long way off."

The arrogant Norman rode his skateboard out of the window, only to be hit on the head by a shield and tumble down the corridor below.

"Shit, what the hell is this?" Norman shook his dizzy head.

Once he had recovered, Steve flipped over and broke through the window, his shield flying back and landing in his palm.

“Mr. Devil, you’re the one who’s a brat to me, an impolite brat.”

After taking a deep breath and a running start, Steve launched himself forward and punched Norman's demon mask the instant Norman stood up.

"boom"

Then a strong wind howled, and fists and shields came one after another, the relentless attack putting Norman under increasing pressure.

The next second, with a slam from Steve, Norman's head sank deep into the floor, seemingly signaling the end of the fight.

Looking at Norman, who had stopped struggling, Steve took a breath and tapped his headset.

"Got it." He was very confident in his fighting skills.

"beep beep"

Suddenly, a flying skateboard appeared outside the window, flashing a dangerous red light.

Sensing something was wrong, Steve immediately raised his shield. "Wait, I think I'm not quite done!"

"boom!!"

With a loud bang, Steve was swept away by the explosion and flames.

As the wall collapsed and rubble flew, Norman rose and twisted his neck, making the demon mask even more terrifying.

"Haha, the military combat techniques from decades ago are outdated. This is what's popular now."

A cruel glint appeared in Norman's eyes as several pumpkin bombs poured into the ruins.

"Boom!"

Flames erupted from the building's exterior wall, and a disheveled figure huddled in a ball, using the shield's superior cushioning to fall from dozens of meters in the air, crashing directly onto the car's roof.

"boom!"

A flash of fire, and the car on the roadside was instantly reduced to a pile of scrap metal. Amidst the blaring alarms, Steve slowly rose from the roof of the car, grinning as he picked up the shield.

"The world changes so fast." He looked at the building engulfed in flames, panting heavily.

The onlookers were incredulous at what they saw.

"My God, did that soldier fall from above?"

"Surprisingly not dead."

"His uniform is very nice."

"Tight-fitting."

Patton surveyed the building, "You shouldn't have kicked him back into the building; I couldn't lock him down."

"No, I've locked onto it. No, it's not Norman. I've seen Spider-Man."

"boom!"

As debris continued to fall from the upper floors of the building, Norman was surprised to find that his flight skateboard had been destroyed, he could not contact his aircraft, and he also discovered remnants of spider silk.

"What?! This spider silk is Spider-Man's!!"

He was first horrified, then burst into laughter: "Hahaha, you're still alive? That's amazing! No, why aren't you dead? This doesn't make sense at all. I clearly saw..."

Demons are terrifying and cunning.

"You're still using this trick?"

On the ceiling, Charlotte, who was about to make her move, raised her hand and shot out spider silk, which carried a pumpkin bomb and hurled it toward the next room.