124 Chapter 119
"I've worn this suit -- gone out there and put my life on the line again and again! ...but no matter how hard I try -- people die!"
~Spiderman
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Under the powerful assault of the spider armor, it didn't take long for the evil six to be defeated.
"Gwen, check their vital signs; these guys must not die, but even if they do, it should be attributed to the Sandman. I didn't personally harm them."
The built-in AI of the spider armor initiated a scan within the ruins, and soon a few green dots were marked.
"Mr. Peter Parker, the Rhino and Last Son of Kraven are just in a coma and not in serious condition. The Vulture has weak vital signs and is seriously injured, but the Queen Bee is extremely weak and in a critical state."
"Hoo... Fortunately, as long as they are not dead," the Spiderman pulled the villains from the wreckage, and spider silk shot out to tightly bind them. The battle was finally over.
The onlookers who were watching from a distance surrounded them, even if the police tried to stop them.
"Spider-Man, I love you! You are so strong; you took down those six bad guys!"
"Spider-Man, your new suit is so cool! Can you take a picture?"
"Spider-Man, I'm your fan; please don't leave! Let me touch."
"I want to squeeze your tight little butt."
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Seeing the enthusiastic crowd under the armor, the Spiderman smiled triumphantly. Yes, he liked this feeling. He enjoyed being surrounded by people and cheered on. Who wouldn't like it?
Superheroes are also human beings. People have desires, and fame, profit, power, and fulfillment are pursuits for everyone. No one enjoys silently giving without any acknowledgment; even saints are no exception.
Furthermore, Spiderman is just an ordinary young man who has recently graduated. When he first gained his abilities, although he didn't engage in criminal activities, he participated in underground boxing matches, aiming to use his powers to make a fortune.
Given this trajectory, without Ben Parker's sacrifice, it's questionable whether Spider-Man would have become a hero or gradually turned into a villain for financial gain.
It was Uncle Ben's death that fueled his sense of responsibility and pushed him to become a superhero. However, reflecting on the past year, he pondered whether having more power would mean more responsibility. At this moment, he wasn't the seasoned Spider-Man who had faced numerous challenges. He questioned why he worked so hard to save people and whether it was solely for Uncle Ben's words.
But now, looking at the cheering people around him, he realized that this is what he wanted—one of the things he desired.
Spider-Armor waved to the crowd of onlookers, immediately evoking cheers.
"Don't crowd everyone; give way first. The police need to come in."
Spiderman jumped on a street lamp and shouted loudly. The crowd slowly separated, allowing the police to enter.
"These six guys are left to you; don't let them run away."
As the police left, the crowd fell into a frenzy again. Although the Spiderman enjoyed this feeling, it was not the time. He had to go to the research institute quickly.
"Friends, although I really want to talk to you again, I still have to go to work, so I can only get away with it."
"What? Do you still need to go to work?"
"Superheroes still have to go to work?"
Many people exclaimed. In their imagination, superheroes didn't need to work; they had everything they wanted.
"Of course, like you, I also need to eat, sleep, and live, and all this requires money. So, I also need to go to work."
Spiderman's statement undoubtedly narrowed the distance from the public. Most people thought that Spider-Man was simply too close to people and completely different from heroes like Superman and Iron Man, who had public personas.
"Go ahead, Spider-Man; we are all workers."
"For your rent, go to work."
"See you someday, friends."
The Spiderman waved to the people, and the armor flame jet flew away. It hadn't gone far when four fighter planes and an armed helicopter roared past, and dense bullets shot directly at the crowd. Fortunately, they only targeted the periphery, but the splashing dust still scared the people.
"It's a terrorist attack, Spider-Man."
"Spider-Man, come and save us!"
The citizens collectively looked at the Spiderman, who hadn't gone far, and their fear made them call for a hero.
Naturally, the Spiderman couldn't just sit idly by. He hurriedly turned around and flew back. However, no matter how fast the armor was, it was impossible to catch up to five targets at the same time.
Just when the Spiderman was in a hurry, the slower jet leaned towards him, and he could see clearly that there was no label on this jet, and it was even modified; even the model could not be seen.
As he approached, a voice sounded in the air: "Spider-Man, if you don't want these people below to die, then stop; we need to talk."
Looking at the fighter planes traveling back and forth over the people, the Spiderman could only land on the top of a nearby building.
The plane also followed, and a black-haired man in a suit walked down from it.
The Spiderman stared at them coldly and said, "No matter who you are, this is a wrong decision."
The black suit smiled and said, "Spider-Man, don't say anything threatening. Now the situation is in my hands. If you don't follow my requirements, I can't guarantee the safety of the people below."
"What do you want me to do?"
"One thing and it is very simple: come out of your armor, don't resist, and come with us. I promise you will not be in danger."
The Spiderman stared at the black suit for a while, suddenly realizing that in this world, it's impossible for other countries' fighters to enter the airspace of the United States so blatantly. If there is, it can only be the United States itself. Moreover, these fighters have been stripped of their identification features and modified intentionally. This suggests that it wasn't an external threat, and even the country had not intercepted these fighters. All signs pointed to a deliberate action by a powerful entity, possibly the ARGUS, the S.H.I.E.L.D., or the military.
"Which department are you in? If the public finds out about your actions, they'll send you to prison."
The black suit froze for a moment and then laughed, "Spider-Man, how old are you this year? I guess you must not be over thirty. You are naive and make people want to laugh."
"The people below are very stupid; otherwise, they would not worship a superhero like you. To these foolish people, I want them to know what they know, but they would never know what they don't."
"Do you believe it? In just one week, I can turn New Yorkers' beloved Spider-Man into a pariah that everyone reviles. Because they are so foolish, they only believe what they see and hear, without even considering whether it's true or not."
"But... you will still protect them, right?"
Spiderman's anger was burning as he stared at the man in front of him. This was the second time he felt a surge of killing intent since facing the murderer who killed Uncle Ben.
"Do you want to deal with me? You want to beat me or even kill me? But think about it: what should the people below do? And you will be infamous—Spider-Man fights villains and blows up a building, causing hundreds of people to die. What about this news headline? Think about it, Spider-Man."
The two faced each other for a long time, but in the end, Spiderman still didn't break through his moral boundary.
Click... click...
The spider armor disintegrated, and the Spiderman in the tattered suit reappeared.
"Very good; you made the correct choice."
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