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

Without even checking his own condition, George Stacy unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car.

Watching the subway disappear into the distance, he subconsciously pulled out his walkie-talkie to call for backup.

But he quickly put the walkie-talkie down.

No.

There's nothing I can do now.

Even if we call for backup, what's the point?

Is this power truly within the reach of humankind?

Who exactly is this mysterious guy?

For some reason, a sentence suddenly popped into his mind: Someone descended from the sky, and the gods hurled lightning!

"boom!"

The police helicopter, spinning in circles, was pulled downwards by the subway.

A rapidly spinning helicopter propeller struck a corner of the subway.

Sparks flew out, the helicopter lost control, and crashed to the ground.

The spider silk that had entangled the helicopter snapped at the last second.

Amidst the blaring alarms, the helicopter pilot gritted his teeth and pulled upwards with all his might.

The tail of the hovering helicopter narrowly missed a bridge.

"Oh!"

Peter slammed his feet on the floor in the subway, veins bulging on his forehead and muscles bulging all over his body.

The body leans back, and the black exoskeleton at the arms deforms and flows like fluid.

"what!"

My heart was pounding, my adrenaline was pumping, and all my strength was bursting forth.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the passengers, the subway train sped toward its final stop—the American Museum of Natural History in New York.

The train was slowing down, but the station bridge had already appeared ahead.

A Mexican woman among the passengers held her daughter and clasped her hands together in silent prayer for Peter.

"No!"

Standing outside the Natural History Museum, Gwen stared at the approaching subway train, her mouth agape, her eyes wide with disbelief.

The subway crashed onto the station platform, smashing the facilities and creating a deafening sound.

Fortunately, the train had slowed down considerably and only lurched forward a few meters before coming to a stop.

In the first carriage where Peter was, the carriages above and to the left and right had all disappeared.

Clutching his chest, he took two steps forward.

My whole body was in excruciating pain, and the muscles in my arms felt like they were torn and I had lost all feeling.

My heart was pounding, and waves of dizziness washed over me.

The exoskeleton covering its entire body had also lost its luster and become dull and lifeless.

Waves of ethereal black consciousness assaulted his mind, and despite his attempts to maintain his sanity, his head lolled to one side and his body fell to the ground.

"no no!"

Gwen, who had been watching all this from below the overpass, snapped out of her shock.

"He can definitely hold on, he definitely will."

Gwen watched as the mysterious Spider-Man knelt on the ground. Although she felt uneasy, she tried to comfort herself.

After all, the other party had stopped an out-of-control subway train.

But when she saw the other person fall down, as if about to fall off the overpass, she knew something was wrong.

"Oh no, he can't hold on any longer."

With a "bang," Gwen grabbed the barbed wire gate, easily flipped it over, and ran towards Peter at top speed.

"I can catch him! I can do it."

After vaulting over the iron gate, Gwen did not slow down; she leaped forward and jumped over a car.

The moment she landed, Gwen was filled with a sense of disbelief.

How did I manage to do that?!

Despite her inner turmoil, she kept running forward.

She jumped up and landed on top of a large truck, then leaped onto the fire escape ladder of a nearby museum.

Clinging to the safety ladder with both hands, they quickly climbed to the high platform of the museum.

Standing on the edge of the platform, Gwen felt a moment of hesitation.

To catch "Spider-Man," you must jump forward onto the platform of the overpass.

Can you do it yourself?

When he was being chased by the Hand gang last time, he tried to jump from the rooftop to the other side of the roof.

As a result, my foot slipped and I almost fell.

If Peter hadn't grabbed his hand, he probably would have been thrown to his death.

Will this time fail like last time?

wrong!

Didn't I tell my father that I would definitely win this time?

We didn't win last time, but we'll definitely win this time!

Gwen's mind raced with thoughts in an instant, but time in the outside world passed in a flash.

Taking a deep breath, Gwen leaped forward.

He reached out and caught Peter as he fell from the subway.

The moment they made contact, she felt her arms sink and a sharp pain shot through them.

Enduring the pain, Gwen used all her strength to keep herself from slipping away.

"Oh!"

My feet landed on the platform floor, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

Gwen carefully placed the "Spider-Man" she was holding on the ground, letting his body lean against the wall.

She then staggered to her feet and took two steps back.

Gwen stretched out her hands, looking at them with disbelief in her eyes.

"How did I do that?"

How did I manage to jump so high and catch the other person in mid-air?

Even though he was sure he could win, all he hoped for was to act as a human cushion to slow down the opponent's fall.

How did I manage to keep my arm from breaking?!

"Well"

The next second, she covered her mouth, a wave of nausea rising in her throat.

Gwen desperately resisted the urge, glanced around, and quickly ran outside.

the other side.

Peter leaned against the wall, his eyes flashing red light through his white eyelids.

Upon regaining consciousness, he looked up at Gwen's departing figure, then lowered his head and fell into deep thought.

Did Gwen catch herself this time?

Chapter 42 People should learn from fountains, not drains.

On the platform of the American Museum of Natural History in New York, Aunt May, who had rushed over upon hearing the news, immediately hugged Uncle Ben.

Uncle Ben just experienced a life-or-death race on the subway, but he's in pretty good shape right now.

"Are you alright, Ben?"

Aunt Mei quickly began to examine Uncle Ben's body.

After all, the earth-shattering accident that had just occurred was enough to make her worry.

"I'm fine, just some scrapes."

Uncle Ben explained to Aunt Mei with a wry smile.

"I received your text message, and I thought you were going to leave me. Ben, you scared me to death."

"I'm so sorry, Mei."

Uncle Ben pulled out his phone, its screen already cracked. "My phone is broken and can't make calls, so I can only contact you via text message."

As he spoke, he glanced at the battered subway and sighed, "If it weren't for that mysterious hero, I might not have been able to avoid this accident."

"He saved me and all the passengers on the subway."

Uncle Ben took off his glasses, stared at the gradually gathering passengers and police, and remained silent for a long time.

the other side.

Gwen stood on the outer edge of the platform, watching the growing crowd, let out a soft sigh, and turned to leave.

She left because she was vomiting, and when she came back, Spider-Man had disappeared.

Although she felt a little disappointed, she quickly adjusted her mood.

Maybe I'll have the chance to get to know him next time.