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

That's a vulture?!

A supervillain in the Marvel Universe.

His original name was Adrian Tooms, a villainous scientist who wore a flight suit.

Did such an event occur on the day Peter Parker was bitten by the spider?

It was still its own butterfly wings that caused the "storm vortex".

Lost in thought, Peter handed his phone to Gwen so she could call the police, and quickly walked outside.

Although this is the opportunity to become Spider-Man and I cannot leave this place, my eyesight allows me to track down the other party.

He could roughly determine which direction the other party was leading Harry.

As the piercing alarm blared, the crowd surged outwards.

Having missed the Midtown High School football disaster last time, Liz didn't run away this time. Instead, she excitedly held up her phone, pointing it at the vulture and the captured Harry.

Even after Harry and the vulture had disappeared, she still held up her phone and pointed it at the crowd.

"Danger!"

Seeing the skylight glass shatter and fall downwards, Gwen shouted to Liz, who was directly below the glass.

Gritting her teeth, Gwen lunged at Liz.

With a "thump," Gwen suddenly tackled Liz, and the two of them rolled around on the smooth floor like gourds.

"Wow!"

The falling glass struck the glass case containing the radioactive spiders.

The glass cabinet shattered instantly, with glass shards flying everywhere.

Out-of-control radioactive spiders crawled out through the glass gap.

Gwen was hit hard; her head was spinning, and she clutched her head, trying to stand up.

But a shard of glass in her left hand suddenly pierced her palm.

Blood immediately flowed out.

With a groan, she immediately withdrew her left hand.

My left palm was pierced by glass, and blood covered half of my palm.

A brightly patterned spider, along with a piece of glass, was stuck to her palm.

Seeing that the other person was not moving, it seemed that he had been accidentally crushed to death.

Ignoring all that, Gwen threw the spider corpse away and staggered to her feet.

Meanwhile, Peter, standing at the museum entrance, had already spotted the spider that had bitten Gwen in her hand.

He was deeply shaken and immediately felt his heart pounding.

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Chapter 35 He's starting a war!

A strong urge to vomit rose in my throat.

Clutching his chest, Peter knelt on one knee.

He had been planning this for a long time, but he never expected that Gwen would be bitten by a spider.

In his past life memories, Gwen Stacy was the girl who fell from the clock tower.

Peter Parker didn't catch her, making her the only white moonlight in Spider-Man's heart.

Now Gwen has become Spider-Man!

what is this?

Did the butterfly's wings finally cause a tornado storm?!

"Well!"

Peter clutched his chest and gasped for breath.

My heart was pounding wildly, my senses became incredibly sharp, and everything in front of me seemed to have been put on pause.

The air felt stagnant, and breathing became incredibly heavy.

The crisis of being parasitized by the alien embryo clung to him like a leech, making it hard for him to breathe.

His original plan was to become Spider-Man and then use the mutated genes to assimilate the embryo in his body.

Alternatively, one could use Spider-Man's mutated powers to crush or forcibly remove the alien embryo.

Even if he suffers severe bleeding or his organs are damaged, Spider-Man's powerful healing ability will prevent him from dying instantly.

But now Gwen Stacy has been bitten by a mutated spider and has taken her place as Spider-Man.

Does that mean I'm the one who gets sacrificed as a sacrifice?!

Clenching his fist and pressing it against the ground, Peter felt the embryo in his chest as if it would burst out of his chest at any moment.

The stark shadow of death completely enveloped my entire being.

How can it be? !

Staggering to his feet, Peter forced himself to calm down.

It's not over yet; there's still a chance to salvage the situation.

Hey! Who are you?!

Harry, who was being held by a vulture to experience high-altitude flight, endured the pain and asked the other party.

“I am someone your father should not have messed with.”

The vulture, clutching him, flew over a building and asked, "How was it? Osborn's kid, got to experience my flying technology?"

Harry felt the howling wind in his ears and gasped for breath. "You should be looking for my father. Why are you arresting me?"

"Because your father is a man who will stop at nothing to achieve his goals. He stole my flying technology, and he should know better than anyone that I used this method."

Knowing that he had suffered an undeserved misfortune at his father's hands, Harry felt like a thousand alpacas were stampeding through his mind.

He closed his eyes, afraid that the dizziness and stimulation would make him faint.

"Then what do you want?"

Harry gritted his teeth and asked the other person loudly.

“Norman Osborne will talk to me. I want him to pay the price and let everyone know that he plagiarized my work.”

Harry felt incredibly unlucky. He opened his mouth, ignoring the gust of wind rushing in, and said, "I think... I think you could have negotiated with my father instead of taking me hostage."

“We all know what kind of person your father is. If you want him to submit, you have to use any means necessary. That's what your father taught me.”

"Okay, I get it. You and my father are both scavengers."

The vulture glanced down at Harry, a cold glint in its eyes. "You're right, because my name is Vulture!"

Before he could finish speaking, he released his grip.

Harry, who was being held by him, immediately screamed and fell downwards.

The howling wind blew past his ears, stinging his face, and most importantly, this deadly dizziness was a reminder to him:

If nothing unexpected happens, I'll soon be smashed to pieces.

"Ah!"

He screamed and swung his arms wildly in the air.

"Snapped!"

Grabbing Harry's shoulder, the vulture flew upwards, looked down at the still-shaken Harry, and said, "This is what happens when your father doesn't cooperate. I need to let you get used to it beforehand."

Harry was so annoyed by him that he didn't want to talk anymore.

He just kept praying that the father who was ruining his son wouldn't get smashed into a pulp by this madman.

Meanwhile, Osborne Industries Group.

Norman Osborn is in the laboratory, watching cell and tissue slices displayed on a large screen.

"how is he?"

He asked the scientists in charge of the experiment about the human test subjects.

"This is not good, sir."

The scientist, dressed in a lab coat, replied, "The reagents are killing him little by little."

The current "human enhancement reagent" project has entered an important stage of human trials, but the results are not ideal.

Norman frowned and asked, "Will he die?"

"Yes, he could die; his blood cell count is very abnormal."

The experimental scientists reported to him, "We need to do a lot of research on this, and we need more test samples."

"Thank you, Doctor. You can go and rest now."

After the doctor left, he instructed his men, "Dispose of these bodies properly and leave no clues."

"Yes, sir."

After giving instructions to his subordinates, he left the laboratory and headed to his office.

Inside the luxuriously decorated office, Norman stood in front of the bookshelf and pulled out a book from it.

As the books were slowly pulled out, the bookshelf made a "click-clack" sound and slowly moved to the left.

Once the bookshelf was completely moved aside, a dark green suit of armor was revealed hidden inside.

The armor has a metallic coating on its surface, giving it a powerful look.

After acquiring the flight technology of Thoms, he attempted to build a flying machine.