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

The armor in front of us is an immature product.

With his arms crossed and staring at the half-finished product in front of him, his phone suddenly rang.

His brow furrowed as soon as the call connected.

After listening to his subordinate's report, he quickly walked to the television and turned it on.

The news on television is reporting on an incident that occurred at the American Museum of Natural History in New York.

"It is reported that while citizens were visiting a radioactivity science exhibit at the New York Museum, a human dressed as a strange bird broke into the exhibit and abducted a student from Midtown High School."

The image of the so-called "strange bird" in the news flashed by in an instant.

Norman was shocked to discover that the bald man was none other than Adrian Tooms.

"Damn it!"

Enraged, he punched the television.

"Zira!"

The television, which was emitting sparks, immediately shut off, and thick smoke billowed from the burned electronic components.

He picked up his phone and quickly dialed his subordinate's number.

"What does he want? That bald guy!"

“He wants us to apologize, sir.”

"Don't even think about it! Tell him that Osborne never apologizes, and that he's declaring war on us!"

Chapter 36: The Too Late No. 7 Subway?

"boom!"

A rocket with a trail of flame, whistling sharply, hurtled towards the vulture in the sky.

Having heard the sound in advance, the vulture quickly turned around and dodged the incoming missile.

Startled and furious, he looked down and saw a humanoid robot covered in a purple shell firing a missile at him.

The robot, about two meters tall, crouched on the ground with all four feet on the ground, its shoulder-mounted weapon system aimed at him.

While suspended in mid-air, Harry suddenly realized that the robot's design resembled a model of a robot produced by his own company.

"Okay, this is a robot killer. Next time, Dad, don't call it 'the robot vacuum'."

Harry had just finished complaining when the vulture grabbed him and swooped down.

Equipped with flight devices, vultures possess formidable strength, and their specially designed equipment also boasts powerful destructive capabilities.

Charging down at top speed, the vulture dodged the bipedal robot, its sharp wings piercing through the robot's shoulder in an instant.

Where the electric sparks flashed, a "wound" was cut open on the robot's shoulder.

But the vulture that was holding Harry as he flew was also nearly hit by the robot.

"Fake!"

With a curse, the vulture grabbed Harry and flew quickly upwards.

He flew to the tallest church nearby, released his claws, and threw Harry onto the church's cross.

Harry, who can't fly, can only barely keep from falling by clinging to the cross.

"Damn iron lump, I'll show you who the master of the sky is!"

Having ditched Harry, the vulture charged once more toward the robot that was chasing after it on all fours.

"boom!"

The missile flew past the vulture's side and struck the building behind him.

A huge explosion rang out, and flames instantly shot up.

The crowd that witnessed this screamed in terror.

"Whoosh!"

The vulture sped up to the robot, its legs equipped with sharp blades that stabbed at the robot.

The sharp claws tore the robot arm apart in an instant.

At the same time, the robot extended a rope-covered claw from its chest, grabbed the vulture, and threw him away.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A dull thud echoed as the vulture was slammed to the ground, then surged forward with undiminished momentum.

The outdoor cafes on the street suffered an undeserved disaster.

Amidst the terrified screams of the crowd, coffee tables and chairs were thrown about.

Those who couldn't dodge in time were hit by flying pieces of table and chair debris and instantly fell to the ground and died.

Although the vulture's flight gear absorbed most of the force, the attack was still somewhat unbearable for him.

Enduring the excruciating pain to stand up, the vulture immediately realized how terrifying this thing was.

If I were to fight him on the ground, I would be no match for him.

Flying in the air makes one an easy target.

They can only fight these bulky robots at low altitudes, taking advantage of narrow terrain.

"Bang"!

With its feet firmly planted on the ground, the vulture suddenly flew forward.

The robot was also remotely controlled and chased after him.

The New York subway station was bustling with noise at that moment.

Passengers waited in the hall for the subway to arrive.

"boom"!

A deafening sound rang out, and a wall was violently blasted open.

Amidst billowing smoke and dust, the robot rose from the shattered bricks and fired a shot at the approaching vulture.

A large hole was blasted in the wall, and the entire subway station shook.

The vulture, having dodged the missile, suddenly charged forward and slammed into the robot, sending it flying.

Just then, a subway train came roaring by!

Feeling the howling wind, the vulture grabbed the subway window and let the subway carry it out.

After traveling underground for a period of time, the high-speed subway burst out of the ground and traveled on the elevated bridge.

The vulture immediately took to the air and crashed into the robot.

"Boom!"

The subway window was smashed instantly while it was moving, and the vulture and robot tumbled and crashed into the subway car.

The affected passengers screamed in terror and fled to the other carriages.

But the fight between the two quickly spread throughout the entire subway car.

At the American Museum of Natural History in New York, Gwen developed the same symptoms as Peter.

My heart was pounding, I felt dizzy, and my body was burning up.

Despite her physical discomfort, she anxiously searched for Peter's figure.

Peter, whom she was looking for, was standing in the museum. His gaze pierced through the obstacles and he could vaguely see the subway train speeding by.

"Om~!"

His phone suddenly rang.

Peter picked up the phone and spoke with Aunt May.

Aunt May's voice was urgent, "Peter, are you alright? I saw the news, something happened at the Natural History Museum!"

"I'm fine, Aunt Mei."

Despite experiencing physical pain, Peter pretended to be fine.

"Did you see the news? There was a strange bird and a robot fighting on subway line 7. Your uncle also took line 7 to go fishing today, but I can't get in touch with him!"

Aunt Mei's voice was filled with worry and panic.

Was Uncle Ben on that subway train?

Peter frowned.

After offering Aunt May a few words of comfort, Peter hung up the phone.

His heart was pounding faster and faster, and the expression on his face kept changing.

If I leave now, I might never become Spider-Man.

The only possible means to avert the threat of death has thus vanished.

After a moment, he raised his head and shook his head slightly.

"Didn't Spider-Man fail a long time ago? Besides, he is the 'Hand of Death' himself, so when did he become so afraid of death?"

"Oh!"

He stomped his feet on the ground with a loud "boom," shattering the floorboards.

The next second, he had already moved outside the museum.

With his right hand covering his chest, and his mind racing, a black, gleaming exoskeleton quickly covered his body.

An exoskeleton that fits the body perfectly provides a massive boost in strength and defense.

From a distance, the exoskeleton perfectly encases every bone and muscle of the body, displaying a unique physique and a cold, austere beauty.

"Hoo! Hoo!"