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

Just as Peter was lost in thought, his phone vibrated.

He opened his phone and found a text message from his uncle.

The text message contained only one simple sentence: "I love you, Peter, and I will always be proud of you."

Holding his phone, Peter stood there, silent.

Many passengers in the carriage closest to Peter spotted the mysterious superhero.

A Mexican woman carrying a girl mustered her courage and ran quickly through the messy subway car, ignoring the strong wind blowing in through the windows on both sides.

The Mexican woman looked at Peter with tears in her eyes.

She looked up and handed the five- or six-year-old girl in her arms to Peter.

Then, speaking in heavily accented English, he said, "Sir, please, take her away, please, sir!"

Perhaps knowing that Peter had the ability to take the girl away, the woman kept pleading with him.

The little girl in her arms also realized what was happening, and looked at her mother with wide, fearful, and sad eyes.

The red light in Peter's white eyelids gradually faded.

He gazed at the mother and child before him and slowly shook his head.

The Mexican woman, rejected, felt a pang of despair and lowered her head.

The next second, Peter coldly said to her, "Leave here, and tell everyone in the carriage to run to the carriages furthest from the front of the train, the farther the better."

The woman paused for a moment, then realized what Peter was about to do. With a grateful expression, she hugged her daughter and ran back.

Peter didn't care about the lives or deaths of these people.

All he cared about was the safety of Uncle Ben and Gwen.

This mindset has never changed.

But the moment I saw the little girl's eyes, a slight tremor ran through me.

He shook his head slightly, trying to clear the thought of that feeling from his mind.

If you're a jerk, don't pretend to be a good person.

"Boom!"

The subway roared forward, getting closer and closer to its final stop.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Countless black spider silks shot out from his wrists, bouncing towards the buildings on both sides of the subway.

The corrosive spider webs, like fishing nets that snap open, stick to the walls and the metal signs on both sides of the bus stop.

"Oh!"

Peter's arms were immediately pulled backward by countless spider silks on both sides.

With a loud thud, his back slammed into the front of the subway car, deforming it.

"Well!"

Peter let out a painful groan as a sharp pain shot through his back.

My arms were being pulled by spider silk, and the pain was as if they were being torn apart.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

The spider silk that was attached to both sides of the subway broke due to the combined effects of strong pulling force and corrosiveness.

The metal and buildings are corroded by cobwebs, making it impossible for them to function as speed ropes for long periods of time.

No!

Without claiming to possess Spider-Man's superpowers, such as being able to stop a speeding subway train.

The corrosive nature of spider silk alone cannot provide long-term effectiveness.

With a loud thud, Peter climbed off the deformed carriage wall he had struck.

The excruciating pain from his arms being pulled, along with the general body aches, caused him to kneel on one knee, breathing heavily.

He looked up, his red eyes gleaming, at the news helicopter overhead.

Having made up his mind, he took a deep breath and shot out countless black spider silks from his arm.

These spider silk threads that detached from his body were not only corrosive but also had the adhesive properties of spider silk.

One end of the black spider web was stuck to the buildings and metal station signs on both sides of the subway, and the other end was stuck to the subway car.

Although the spider silk breaks quickly due to its corrosive nature, countless strands of silk can sustain the spider for a considerable period of time.

With a "bang," Peter jumped onto the subway car and shot spider silk at the news helicopter overhead.

Before the pilot could react, the helicopter was pulled downwards by a tremendous force.

The bewildered photographer was thankfully wearing a safety harness; otherwise, the swaying would have thrown him off.

"what happened?!"

The photographer asked the driver.

"I don't know! Look below!"

The photographer immediately pointed his camera downwards and saw a scene that shocked him.

"What the hell is this?!"

Before the words were even finished, the helicopter was pulled down.

Peter shot out countless spider webs, which pulled the helicopter to a stop.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The powerful impact pulled him backward from the front of the subway car.

A deafening sound rang out as he crashed through the wall of the first carriage and, amidst the flying metal fragments, struck the second carriage.

The out-of-control helicopter was spinning as it was pulled downwards.

"Damn it! This guy's trying to stop the subway by pulling a helicopter! He's insane!"

The photographer cried out in terror.

"Oh!"

After crashing through the sturdy metal carriage, Peter was lifted into the sky by the helicopter.

However, the highly corrosive spider silk broke off quickly.

Peter once again shot out countless spider webs, pulling the news helicopter that was preparing to escape.

And this time he also targeted two other police helicopters.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sound of countless spider silks colliding rang out, and Peter pulled his body backward to catch the silk.

His bulging muscles made his eyes bloodshot, and he let out a low growl.

The carriage suffered another misfortune, being squeezed and deformed.

To prevent his arm from being torn off, Peter used all his strength to wrap all the spider silk around his hand and attach it to the metal support pole inside the subway.

He attempted to use this metal support rod as drag to counteract the helicopter's pull.

The corroded metal rods broke off and flew away one by one.

Then, in an instant, countless spider silks shot towards the helicopter.

The subway train, which was being pulled along, slowly slowed down amidst its wailing sounds.

The subway passengers and the citizens watching the live broadcast were all stunned by this scene they had never seen before!

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Chapter 41 This time, I've got you, Parker.

"Oh!"

The broken metal rod struck the subway car wall with a dull thud.

Flying glass and shattered metal fragments rained down in all directions.

Amidst the clanging and clattering sounds, Peter gripped the spider silk tangled in the metal rod with both hands, while the metal floor beneath his feet twisted and deformed continuously.

The helicopter, caught in the spider silk, spiraled downwards.

The buildings on both sides of the subway, stuck together by spider webs, continued to collapse.

The powerful pull slowed the subway down, and the "death train" hurtling towards its destination gradually decelerated.

"What is he doing?!"

Inside the police car, George Stacy stared in shock at the scene unfolding before her.

As the subway slowed down, the police car caught up.

Sitting in the speeding police car, he leaned out the window and watched the helicopter spinning around, pulled by spider silk.

Fragments flew in all directions, and bricks and stones on both sides continued to fall downwards.

"careful!"

With a roar from George, a boulder hurtled toward the police car.

The officer in the driver's seat immediately jerked the steering wheel.

The police car screeched to a halt and veered sideways toward the side of the road.

"boom!"

The boulder grazed the police car and crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up a large cloud of dirt.

The out-of-control police car spun around and crashed into the roadside guardrail with a loud bang.