In the Marvel Universe: I can summon items from all dimensions.

"You...you wretched little bug!!!"

Rhino roared, trying to tear the web apart, but at that moment, Spider-Man swung between the buildings, turned around, and delivered a powerful flying kick to Rhino's face, sending the massive body flying backwards through the air, landing slowly in a spread-eagle position like the landlady on the GG card.

Spider-Man didn't stop there. When Rhino tried to shake off his dizziness, Spider-Man went up and punched him twice in the chin. The force was so great that the shockwave from the punches even reached Mason's face dozens of meters away, and even the concrete ground beneath Rhino was dented.

The Rhino Man is indeed tough; after being punched in the face twice, he didn't even spit out a mouthful of blood. However, his struggling limbs fell limply, and he probably wouldn't be able to get up again for a while.

Mason, who had just been playing the role of a bloodthirsty spectator, was completely dumbfounded.

Spider-Man...is this how he acts...?

Shouldn't he be trash-talking while using his mobility to engage in close combat, ultimately taking down his opponent without injuring anyone? But why is this guy acting like he thinks, "If you're not dead, you're lucky; if you are, then so be it"? Is this the legendary New York nightmare, the "brutal Spider-Man"?

Quack! I don't want to see this! Don't look!

There's definitely something wrong with this Marvel universe!

While he was contributing to global warming, he watched as Spider-Man wrapped another layer of web around Rhino, completely binding him like a dumpling—seriously, buddy, do you have that much web in reserve?

"Please take Alexei back, everyone. I still need to track down Scorpion and Vulture," Spider-Man said, scratching his head. "That's why I said don't just move these guys to a different location..."

The police officers surrounded Spider-Man to thank him and began trying to move Rhino. After exchanging pleasantries, Spider-Man shot a web at a nearby building, soared into the air, and disappeared without a trace.

Mason deciphered the subtext—it was roughly saying that Rhino, Scorpion, and Vulture escaped during a transfer, and Spider-Man was busy tracking them down.

The plot is so classic it couldn't be more classic...

His eyes twitched twice, then he walked back into the depths of the alley.

But perhaps because nothing he did went smoothly that day, he hadn't taken more than a few steps when he heard a whooshing sound from above. In the blink of an eye, Spider-Man landed in front of him in the manner of a superhero.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't notice you just now." Spider-Man, the friendly neighbor from New York, came over very familiarly. "You got caught in Alexei's long run, didn't you? You look pretty badly injured—and this guy on the ground, is he unconscious? It's okay, I'll take you to the hospital right away."

Brother, where did you come from? I appreciate your kindness, but could you please not come near me?

Mason immediately shook his head and said, "No... I think this kind of injury can be completely treated on its own..."

"Don't worry, our friendly neighborhood Spider-Man doesn't charge money like an ambulance—"

Spider-Man gave Mason a thumbs up, then hoisted him onto his shoulder, shot out a web, and swung away into the distance.

..............................

As we all know, carrying injured people to the hospital is a staple of the Spider-Man series, whether it's in comics, movies, or games. But Mason had a question a long time ago: Spider-Man isn't like Superman or The Flash, who have anti-physics forces. So why are you carrying injured people to the hospital with a speed ten times faster than a roller coaster? Aren't you afraid that they'll be thrown to their deaths by the acceleration halfway there?

Today, he has become a wounded soldier in this rescue operation, and we can draw a conclusion now—

I'm really not afraid.

On the way to the hospital, Spider-Man used a very smooth way of moving forward, traveling in a magical, almost straight trajectory in mid-air. To describe it, it was like riding a slightly faster Ferris wheel, with no acceleration that ordinary people could not withstand. Its magic was simply a blatant violation of physics.

It can only be said that superheroes are indeed superheroes; they can easily do things that ordinary people can't even imagine. They are simply too powerful.

By the way, the reason I say Spider-Man instead of Peter Parker is because Mason is really not sure who is behind the mask. After all, there are many subspecies of Spider-Man, and you can't judge based on the suit alone. What if he takes off the mask and it turns out to be Miguel (2099 Spider-Man) or even Takuya Yamashiro (Toei Spider-Man)?

If he tries to show off in a way that goes off-topic, he'll die of shame.

A few minutes later, he was taken to the entrance of a large hospital—for some reason, there was a row of stretchers neatly arranged at the hospital entrance, and five or six nurses standing around. As soon as they saw Spider-Man carrying the man, they immediately surrounded him.

Soon, Mason was taken from Spider-Man by several nurses, placed on a stretcher, and rushed into the hospital at top speed.

Spider-Man outside immediately left—probably to move the homeless man who had been knocked unconscious by the air gun, or to chase after the fleeing Vulture and Scorpion.

Fortunately, I was careful and deliberately made sure the homeless man didn't notice the action or the sound of firing the air gun, otherwise it would have been troublesome.

The stretcher wheels rattled incessantly, and soon Mason was wheeled into an examination room by the nurses.

A doctor with a shiny scalp, except for a few stubborn strands of hair fluttering on the back of his head and around his ears, who looked very professional, sighed wearily and walked over while wiping away sweat and carrying his medical kit.

The nurses wheeled Mason to a few medical instruments and then quickly left, with the doctor seamlessly taking over.

Then came a dizzying series of diagnoses, X-rays, prescriptions, and bandaging all in one go. They also gave Mason a very effective painkiller injection, which made him feel a little better.

The entire procedure was carried out smoothly, and in just about an hour, Mason was already in a wheelchair and being led to his ward by a nurse.

The advanced medical technology in New York City is truly astonishing.

Incidentally, when he was paying the bill, a doctor recognized him as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent by his clothes—the benefits of being a high-ranking civil servant are truly amazing; the medical reimbursement is incredibly generous. Despite his severe injuries, he didn't have to pay a single penny out of pocket; he just had to submit the bill to S.H.I.E.L.D. afterwards.

—I also learned a little-known fact: Hyde Medical Center is actually a partner of S.H.I.E.L.D., so injured agents who can't be transported back to headquarters in time can receive treatment here, which is very convenient.

Some might ask, didn't you just say you were going to hide away and live under an assumed name for a while? Why are you suddenly feeling at ease here receiving treatment?

On the one hand, this is a hospital, and causing trouble in such a place will only attract attention. If it is thought to be a defection, it would be like adding unnecessary pressure to oneself.

On the other hand, it was because he had found an excellent reason for his possible abnormal behavior.

The hospital diagnosed him with multiple abrasions, soft tissue contusions, rib fractures, a moderate concussion, and a fractured left leg. They recommended that he be hospitalized for a week to observe his condition. With this concussion diagnosis, he could say that he hit his head while jumping out of the car and lost his memory. If someone asked, he could just babble on and on. As long as he didn't exaggerate too much, it shouldn't be difficult to deal with it for a while.

The only problem is my inexplicable self-healing ability... I hope I don't end up in the hospital today and be completely healed tomorrow. Otherwise, I might not be facing simple questioning from my superiors, but something much more terrifying.

With a host of worries, Mason was wheeled into a VIP ward—and I'll repeat that again because it's important, the perks offered by S.H.I.E.L.D. are truly impressive.

But to his surprise, there was already someone lying inside, a young woman who looked very familiar to him.

With her long, blackish-green curly hair and a pretty face that looked slightly harsh, she resembled a model who had just stepped off the runway. However, for some reason, her left hand was in a thick cast, which made her look somewhat lonely and pitiful.

But Mason wasn't focused on her appearance, because after a moment's thought, he seemed to remember the woman's identity.