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

"boom!"

The Lexus crashed into the wall with a loud bang, like a wild horse that had broken free.

The walls cracked instantly from the shock, and dust fell in clumps.

The tables and chairs along the way were all smashed to pieces by the impact.

The enormous impact sent scattered pieces of tables and chairs flying everywhere.

Fortunately, there weren't many customers in the café at that time.

"what!!"

Even so, the guests who witnessed it still screamed in terror.

The entire café immediately descended into chaos.

Peter pulled the bewildered Gwen up and brushed the glass shards off her clothes.

"Are you alright, Gwen?"

Gwen, as if waking from a dream, nodded mechanically, "I...I'm fine. What just happened?"

"I don't know, what we see right now is that this out-of-control car crashed into us."

As Peter spoke, he glanced at the driver inside the car.

The driver, lying unconscious with his face covered in blood, was slumped over the steering wheel.

Only then did Gwen realize the fear that had followed her, and she grabbed Peter's hand.

If Peter hadn't lunged at him just now, he probably would have been sent flying.

Thinking that Peter had saved her again, she gripped Peter's hand even tighter.

Peter, oblivious to Gwen's subtle movements, frowned and looked out the window.

On the street outside the coffee shop, a young man lay, his fate unknown.

The other person was a relatively young white man, lying in a pool of blood, seemingly hit by the car earlier.

Peter pushed open the door of the coffee shop and walked outside.

Gwen quickly followed.

Upon seeing the victim lying on the ground, Gwen immediately made a phone call.

At the same time, he bent down to examine the other person.

She had studied first aid and knew how to treat patients.

"It's no use, Gwen, he's already dead."

Seeing Gwen's flustered state, Peter shook his head expressionlessly.

"His breathing is very weak, but he might be able to hold on until the ambulance arrives; the hospital is right next door."

Gwen was interrupted by a voice before she could finish speaking.

"Vivektor!"

Peter looked up when he heard the sound and saw a somewhat familiar person standing on the other side of the road.

Peter quickly recognized the other person's familiar horse face.

Doctor Strange?!

At this moment, Strange, who had not yet become Doctor Strange, had disbelief in his eyes.

He stared in disbelief at the corpse at Peter's feet.

Chapter 29 Slap Doctor Strange

New York-Presbyterian Hospital.

As soon as Strange pushed open the office door, he was punched in the head.

Caught completely off guard, he let out a painful groan, clutched his head, and stumbled backward, crashing into the desk with a loud thud.

When he opened his eyes, he saw his younger brother, Victor, walking menacingly toward him.

"Victor?!"

Strange, who was clutching his head, saw that the person who came was his younger brother, and his anger surged instantly.

"Are you crazy?"

"Yes, I'm crazy. I came to see you, you cold-blooded animal."

Viktor clenched his fist and walked towards him step by step.

“If you were a normal person, wouldn’t you rush over immediately after receiving a call about your father’s death? But you just said ‘I understand’ and hung up the phone.”

Viktor called him last night to inform him of his father's death.

Strange simply said "Okay" and hung up the phone.

Enraged by Strange, Victor rushed from Philadelphia to New York overnight to teach his cold-blooded brother a lesson.

Strange calmed himself down and explained, "I originally wanted to go."

"But you have more important things to do than your family, right?"

Viktor interrupted him with a cold snort.

Strange raised his hands and calmly said, "Yes, I'm a doctor, you wouldn't understand. Other people's lives depend entirely on these hands of mine!"

Viktor didn't accept his brother's explanation and said coldly, "You're right, I don't want to understand you at all, because you're just a stupid and cowardly man!"

"what?!"

“I don’t know anything about the ‘Hand of God,’ but ultimately, Dr. Strange, you’re just afraid of failure.”

Victor's words left Strange stunned.

"Dr. Strange, it's much easier to put on a white coat and pretend to be a hero than to stand in front of me and Dad and face the reality of being powerless."

Victor, who continued to mock Strange, shook his head dismissively and turned to leave.

As he watched his brother's departing figure, Strange was torn by inner turmoil.

Since he became a doctor and achieved success, his relationship with his family has gradually become distant.

"Oh!"

Strange slammed his fist on the desk, breathing heavily.

He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down.

Although he had wanted to slap Viktor just now, he still felt guilty towards his family.

Not wanting to sever their brotherly bond, he composed himself, quickly left the office, and chased after his younger brother.

At the hospital entrance, Strange grabbed Victor's clothes and apologized, "Hey, listen, Victor, I'm so sorry about all this. I was trying to get there, but something came up."

"What's the use of saying all this now, Dr. Strange? Dad is dead. There's nothing you can do to bring him back."

Viktor shook his head at him, broke free from his hand, and strode across the street.

Perhaps because he was too angry, he did not notice the car speeding towards him from the other side of the road.

"Oh!"

The black Lexus crashed heavily into Victor.

The terrified driver even forgot to step on the brakes, and the car changed direction, heading straight for the coffee shop next door.

With a loud crash, it shattered the glass and rushed into the coffee shop.

Strange heard a piercing, dull thud before his brother lay on the ground.

Let's turn back to the present.

Peter looked up and gazed at Strange, who was stumbling toward him.

With a thud, Strange knelt down in front of his brother, his hand trembling as he reached out to Victor's face.

Gwen looked at everything in front of her, completely at a loss.

After she stood up, she looked at Peter with pleading eyes, wanting to ask him what to do now.

Peter shook his head at Gwen, indicating that she didn't need to do anything.

"No! No! Viktor! Don't leave me, no, why? Why?!"

His voice trembled as he hugged Viktor's face, his body shaking uncontrollably as if attacked by the bitter cold.

"Why is God doing this to me! Victor, it's all my fault, please...please don't leave me, please, please."

Gwen, standing nearby, felt a pang of sympathy seeing Strange's pain.

Although she didn't know Strange, she knew that the person lying on the ground must be someone very important to him.

Taking a deep breath, Gwen said to the agonizing Strange, "Sir, he has stopped breathing, but there should still be a chance if we take first aid measures now."

Strange seemed not to hear Gwen's words, completely absorbed in his own world.

The pain, self-blame, and guilt made his brain seem to shut down, unable to hear anything.

"Sir, I can take first aid measures for him. Could you please move aside?"

Gwen wanted to perform chest compressions on the other person, so she reminded them again.

Strange still did not react.

Peter, who was standing next to him, frowned slightly.

He thought Doctor Strange had always been that arrogant and conceited doctor, never imagining he had such a past.

The person lying there must be his relative.

Watching a loved one die right in front of you can indeed cause an emotional breakdown.

"Peter?"

Seeing that she couldn't persuade Strange, Gwen looked to Peter for help again.