I'm not Spider-Man, even though I'm parasitized by an alien!

After composing herself, Gwen said, "When you wake up, it's really hard to feel, like I really lost her. I know it's weird for a high school student to say this, but maybe in some parallel universe, there really is such a scene."

Peter said nothing.

In parallel universes, Gwen seems to have met a rather tragic end.

It's best not to tell her.

"Dreams are projections of the subconscious. Maybe you're having this dream because you like little girls."

Peter said to her.

Do I like little girls?

Gwen thought about it and realized that she didn't seem to dislike it.

Peter might prefer it if it were his own daughter.

Just as an awkward atmosphere filled the space between the two, Harry walked out of the bookstore with a book in his hand.

The previous topic had made Gwen a little embarrassed, so to break the awkward atmosphere, she said to Harry, "I hope everything goes well for you in Chicago, Harry."

"Will not."

"No way? Why not?"

Harry looked up, his expression dejected, and said, "I'm scared."

"No."

Harry said, “I don’t know what I’m afraid of. Yesterday, I dreamed that I went to my father’s grave and the gravedigger opened his coffin, and it was empty. Then I dreamed that I went home and saw that my father’s bed was also empty, but there was dirt on the bed.”

As Gwen listened to Harry's description, she got goosebumps and suddenly remembered the words in the Bible: "Lazarus, come out!"

"For the first time in weeks, I remembered the dream my father had after his death. When I woke up, I found pine needles or something at the foot of the bed. Maybe it was my pet that did it, but I always associate it with bad things."

As Gwen listened to Harry's story, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.

“That was just a dream,” Peter said to Harry.

He tried his best to make his voice sound warm and sincere in trying to comfort people, saying, "These dreams will pass."

Gwen looked at Peter and said, "That's not what you were saying to me."

Harry said, "I may be under a lot of pressure lately. After all, I never thought that managing a company would be such a difficult thing. If possible, I really hope that the three of us can stay together forever."

“Just for a short while, Harry…”

Gwen said to Harry, "Maybe you'll figure it out in a few days, or you can wait until the holidays, and then Peter and I will come and be with you. We can decide what to do next, like spending the Christmas season together or going on a trip."

Harry wore a deeply uneasy expression, but quickly composed himself, exhaled, and said to the two, "Thank you. I hope we can meet again soon."

After a few more words, the announcement urged the passengers on their flight to board.

Harry waved goodbye to Peter and the other man, hugged them, and then walked toward the boarding gate.

Gwen watched Harry's retreating figure and said somewhat sadly, "I hope Harry gets better. I wish the three of us could go back to how we were before."

Even so, she knew that since Norman Osborn died, their relationship could never be the same again.

The lines of people now begin to move forward, heading towards the plane.

The number of people in the airport is also increasing.

Meanwhile, Tony Stark of the Stark Industries had also changed his boarding pass and was walking towards the plane through the VIP channel.

Stark Industries has its own private jet, but it is currently unusable due to maintenance, so he has to take a commercial airliner to the headquarters of Valencia Mining Group.

Although he could get a private jet anytime, he always felt uncomfortable without his own pilot and flight attendants.

Perhaps it's because they're used to the flight attendants on their own planes?

Tony, wearing sunglasses, glanced at the crowd as he pondered.

He made no attempt to conceal himself, and his high-profile appearance at the airport immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Gwen followed the flow of people and spotted Tony.

"He's like a peacock with its tail feathers spread out, always seeming to be showing off something, even though he does seem to be very rich."

Gwen couldn't help but complain to Peter.

The moment Tony appeared, the airport became noisy.

In an inconspicuous spot, several suspicious-looking people appeared.

Peter sensed the ill intentions of these people as soon as they appeared.

But he had no intention of meddling in other people's business.

"let's go."

He said to Gwen, "Didn't you ask me to explain what happened between me and Ms. Helen the night before last?"

Peter's words reminded Gwen of this particularly important matter.

"Of course, perhaps we can find a coffee shop."

No sooner had Gwen finished speaking than something unexpected happened at the airport.

A scream from the crowd silenced the bustling airport for a second.

happy New Year to all!

Chapter 129 Cindy's Death Hallucination

The screams from the crowd immediately caused a commotion at the airport.

a few minutes ago.

Cindy was sitting in her car outside the airport, talking to her S.H.I.E.L.D. colleague, Crandale.

Although as an expert in arachnids, attendance duties were not within her job scope.

But Cindy took the initiative to conduct her biological research outside, so Crandale became her bodyguard.

"The weather is a bit bad today."

Crandale suddenly spoke to her, which startled Cindy.

“You hate bad weather?” Cindy said.

"Yes, I always encounter bad things when faced with bad weather."

Crandall struck a match and lit a cigarette.

The flames illuminated his face. "A few days ago, I was hit by a car because of the bad weather. The time before that, I fell in the rain and almost broke my leg."

Cindy said to him, "You're having some bad luck."

“That’s true, which is why I hate this kind of weather,” Crandall said.

He looked outside, and the gloomy sky seemed to have completely enveloped him.

"The rainy day before yesterday, the live stream of Hunter Craven, and the attack by the unknown creature also happened in such terrible weather."

Crandale told Cindy about what had happened at the state park.

"And so our Mr. Craven lost his life in a tragedy."

Cindy, who was more interested in werewolves and unknown, terrifying creatures, asked Crandale, "What do you think of this tragedy?"

“I’ve been on the battlefield, and I know what that kind of creature means. This kind of killing machine should only exist on the battlefield, and can only exist on the battlefield. I’m talking about the creature that killed the werewolf.”

"Have you participated in a war?"

Crandale shrugged and said, "I served in the Gulf War, I also served in mercenary armies in Europe, and later I lived in Bayana, New Jersey, the closest place to Europe. It was a filthy place, and it is still a filthy place now."

He told Cindy about his experience, "I was happy to return to S.H.I.E.L.D., and later I married my wife Norma, and we have lived a peaceful life ever since."

He was about to continue speaking when he suddenly heard a sharp, thin cry, followed by a piercing sound.

Just as he was wondering what was going on, he suddenly saw a black SUV speeding towards him.

The speeding SUV hit several pedestrians on the roadside.

Shocked, he looked at the pedestrian who had been knocked down and injured.

His first impression was blood; there was blood everywhere.

The onlookers were also stunned!

A pale-faced woman was putting her clenched fist into her mouth, pulling her mouth into a distorted, toothy grin.

A quick-thinking man who knew first aid was kneeling on the ground, trying to hold down the head of the child who had been hit and was constantly twisting.

Crandale looked up at Cindy, reacted immediately, and drew his pistol to get out of the car.

But soon several more SUVs rushed toward the airport.

A group of burly men wearing masks and carrying standard weapons rushed out of the car.

Realizing the vast disparity in strength between the two sides, Crandall immediately abandoned his overconfident thoughts.

His top priority now is protecting Cindy Moon; her safety is of utmost importance to him.

"Damn it!"

While cursing, he quickly called S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters for help.

At the same time, he started the car, ready to escape the danger zone as soon as things went wrong.

"Damn it! Why are there terrorists at the airport?"

While anxiously seeking help from S.H.I.E.L.D., he cursed under his breath.

Cindy, sitting in the passenger seat, was relatively calm. She said to Crandall, "We need to back up the car."

The two people's vehicle was located near the airport entrance.

If terrorists clash with security personnel, they are likely to be caught in the crossfire.

"I know."

Taking advantage of the crowd's panic, Crandale immediately reversed the car.

Other passengers in the airport also spotted the group of people who looked like terrorists, and screamed, throwing the entire airport into chaos.