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

Countless fragments were scattered inside the carriage, leaving it in a state of utter chaos.

The vulture that had flown out of the carriage suddenly swooped in through another window.

Sharp claws pierced the robot's chest.

The impact of high-speed flight slammed the robot against the carriage wall.

Just as the vulture was feeling smug, thinking it had succeeded in its attack, its arms were grabbed by the robot.

"Zi!"

Immediately afterwards, a surge of electricity coursed through the vulture's entire body.

With a scream, he used all his strength to ram into the robot's chest.

With a loud "boom," the vulture, along with the robot, crashed out of the subway car.

A sudden gust of wind swept in, and metal fragments clanged and clattered in all directions.

The vulture's flight apparatus was barely functional, but it was severely damaged.

Clutching his charred arm from the electric shock, he stood on the subway car, panting heavily, watching the robot approach him step by step.

All I could hear was the whistling wind and the sound of the propellers spinning.

He looked up and saw a helicopter flying overhead, rushing forward alongside the subway.

"Shit! Why is this iron lump so hard to deal with?"

He became increasingly anxious.

The media's presence indicates that a police helicopter is about to arrive.

I absolutely cannot let myself be surrounded by those police officers.

Just as he was getting anxious, the subway car started to vibrate slightly.

Then he heard the sound of footsteps being trampled on in the carriage.

The vulture looked up and saw a figure standing on the top of the carriage.

The other party was dressed in black "armor," with a black mask that glowed with an eerie light covering his head. His semi-transparent, light-white eyelids occupied most of his face, giving him a sinister and mysterious appearance.

Despite being completely covered in black uniforms, they don't look bulky at all; instead, they give off a streamlined and aesthetically pleasing feel.

It was as if the other person wasn't wearing anything like a tight-fitting outfit.

Rather, these things were originally located on his body.

The robot on the roof also noticed the strangers who had suddenly intruded.

Upon receiving its master's command, the machine quickly ran towards the other party, seemingly intending to eliminate this uninvited guest.

Peter frowned slightly as he watched the robot running towards him.

The robot ran incredibly fast, and in an instant it was right in front of Peter.

The massive arm slammed down on Peter's body.

"Oh!"

Peter reached out and braced himself against the robot's arm, then, to the vulture's astonishment, extended another hand covered in a black exoskeleton.

His right hand transformed into a fist and slammed into the robot's chest.

The robot, which he considered a major problem, was smashed away with a "bang" and landed heavily on the top of the subway car, making a deafening noise.

The vulture stared blankly at the robot lying motionless on the roof of the car.

What kind of monster is this?

Did one punch really destroy this machine?!

……

"Boom!"

On the other side, Osborne Enterprises.

Norman Osborne leaned forward and slammed his hands heavily on the table.

The monitor in front of him had turned into static.

The monitor inside the robot's body only showed a black fist hurtling towards it.

The robot was knocked away the next second, and then the signal was cut off.

This means the robot is no longer usable.

"Damn it! What happened? What is that?"

But the staff members, looking at each other blankly, were also unable to give him an answer.

"Damn it! Use every method to get it moving!"

Norman Osborn had hoped to use this battle to gather combat information on the robots he had created.

Unexpectedly, it was ruined by a guy who suddenly appeared.

Besides shock, I felt an uncontrollable rage.

After easily dealing with the robot, Peter walked towards the vulture.

The vulture, recovering from its shock, looked up at the helicopter overhead.

The sound of propellers grew louder in the distance; a police helicopter was approaching.

Feeling a growing sense of retreat and fear, he glanced at Peter and wanted to flap his wings and escape.

However, the next second Peter stood in front of him.

The vulture's feet had barely left the ground when its throat was grabbed.

Terrified, he stretched out his claws to grab the other person's arm.

But Peter didn't give him that chance; he grabbed him by the throat and slammed him to the ground.

"Oh!"

The vulture's back made complete contact with the metal carriage.

He let out a painful groan, feeling as if his spine was about to break.

Furthermore, the flight device on his back was completely destroyed in an instant.

The parts of the flying device that had been blown away were swept away by the howling wind.

The vulture looked down at the "monster" staring at it, and a red light appeared on the monster's eyelids. A cold, murderous aura instantly enveloped the vulture.

Trembling, he forced out a single sentence, "You monster!"

Before he could finish speaking, he was kicked in the body with a "thud" and fell off the speeding train.

Having instantly resolved the two problems, Peter didn't linger and jumped directly into the speeding subway car.

With a "thump," he stepped onto the train carriage and looked towards the other carriages in the distance.

His exceptional eyesight captured the terrified crowd in the carriage.

But he did not find Uncle Ben.

Obstacles inside the carriage can obstruct one's view.

Just as he was about to continue searching for Uncle Ben, something unexpected happened!

With a crash, the sound of shattering glass rang out.

The robot that he had knocked down crashed through the car window and charged toward him.

Through the shattered glass, Peter's senses were incredibly sharp; everything seemed to slow down in his eyes.

"Whoosh!"

Peter extended his right wrist, and black spider silk shot out, hitting the robot's face with pinpoint accuracy.

The intense corrosiveness instantly corroded the machine's outer casing and internal electronic components.

The force of the spider silk blasted the robot, which was in mid-air, away.

With a loud bang, the robot was thrown out of the subway car before it even entered the overpass and plummeted downwards.

After easily dismantling the machine, Peter looked toward the train's driver's seat.

The train's driving system has been damaged, and it appears that it cannot be stopped for the time being.

He walked to the station sign map and looked towards the last station.

If the subway cannot stop, it may crash into the platform at the last station.

"Is there not enough time?"

Peter looked up from the train schedule and his expression turned serious.

"Not enough time!"

Inside the police car, George Stacy looked at the subway timetable and slammed her fist against the window.

The last stop, which he circled with his pen, was none other than "New York Museum of Natural History Station".

"No, no, Gwen!"

He suddenly remembered that Gwen had visited the Natural History Museum earlier that day, and his heart clenched.

Thank you everyone for voting! So many votes, thank you so much!

Chapter 39 I'm a lucky girl, I won this time.

"Are you alright, Gwen?"

Liz put down her camera and helped the swaying Gwen up.

At this point, Gwen's headache symptoms not only did not improve, but became more severe.

Her world began to buzz like a giant bell; she could no longer even feel the scrapes she had sustained on the ground, only a tingling numbness.

"Well, it's finally dead, but I'm still alive. Thank you so much, Gwen."