Chapter 142 My Back
Pietro walked leisurely onto the street.
That's right, to others, he had transformed into a silver flash.
But in his own perception, he was just taking a walk at a normal pace.
He walked under Green Goblin's glider and looked up at this ostentatiously designed flying device.
"The design of this damn glider is so ugly; compared to Tony's armor, it's sheer trash. But it's quite suitable for showing off."
Pietro curled his lip, then gave a push with his legs and easily jumped onto Green Goblin's glider.
At that moment, Green Goblin was maintaining the posture of throwing a bomb, completely unaware that an extra person had appeared on the glider.
Pietro circled around to the front of Green Goblin, reached out, and gently tapped twice on the other's green demon mask.
"Is this mask made of plastic? The texture is really poor."
After making this sarcastic remark, Pietro glanced at the pumpkin bomb slowly flying toward Peter in mid-air.
He walked over and grabbed the bomb in his hand.
"This little thing looks quite dangerous; you shouldn't just throw it around blindly."
Holding the pumpkin bomb, Pietro returned to Green Goblin's side.
He looked at the bomb harness on Green Goblin's waist, and then at the exhaust pipe at the back of the glider shooting out flames.
A brilliant idea was born in his mind.
"Buddy, littering is wrong. Let me help you put it back where it belongs."
Pietro flashed a wicked smile and directly shoved this already-activated bomb right into the glider's exhaust pipe!
After finishing all this, Pietro clapped his hands.
Then he once again transformed into a silver flash and returned to his original position, casually picking up the half-eaten hot dog from earlier.
Time returned to normal.
"Go to hell! Spider-Man!"
Green Goblin's roar had just fallen.
Peter opposite him had already closed his eyes, preparing to stubbornly withstand this explosion.
Anyway, at worst his clothes would get blown to shreds, but he himself wouldn't be hurt much.
However, the expected explosion sound did not ring out.
"Huh? Where's the bomb?"
Peter opened his eyes blankly, discovering that the pumpkin bomb that should have flown toward him had vanished into thin air!
And Green Goblin in mid-air was also stunned.
Seeing his empty hands and Peter who was completely unharmed,
he was dumbfounded.
"This is impossible! Where did my bomb go?!"
Green Goblin was filled with panic and confusion.
Did he run into a ghost in broad daylight? He clearly had already thrown it out!
Just when he was utterly baffled,
"Beep! Beep! Beep!"
an urgent alarm sound suddenly came from beneath his feet.
Green Goblin looked down and saw that the tail of the glider was flashing with a dazzling light.
That was the countdown for the pumpkin bomb about to detonate!
"Fuck!! How did the bomb get into the exhaust pipe?!"
Green Goblin was scared out of his wits, letting out a scream like a slaughtered pig.
But he had no time at all to ponder why this was happening.
The instinct for survival made him abandon the glider without hesitation, jumping straight down from mid-air.
The very next second after he jumped away from the glider,
Boom!!!
The pumpkin bomb detonated inside the exhaust pipe!
The glider instantly blew up into a brilliant fireball, and countless burning fragments began to rain down from the sky.
"Ah!!!"
Although Green Goblin jumped fast, he was still affected by the blast wave of the explosion.
His back was blasted pitch-black, and he lost his balance as well, slamming heavily onto the roof of a car by the roadside.
Bang!
The car roof was caved in by the impact, and the alarm started blaring.
Green Goblin lay flat on the car roof, coughing up mouthfuls of blood, and a crack was jarred into his mask.
He lifted his head with difficulty, his eyes full of terror and existential doubt.
"Oh! My back! My back!"
"What on earth is going on here? Who did this?!"
Peter was also completely dumbfounded watching this.
Holding his exposed backside, he stared dazedly at everything.
Just at this moment, a silver figure instantly appeared by Peter's side.
"Hey, pajama baby. What kind of entrance style is this? Pretty unique. Is this the latest fashion trend on the streets of New York this year?"
Pietro took a bite of the hot dog, pointed at Peter's exposed SpongeBob underwear, and mocked him mercilessly.
Hearing this familiar voice, Peter quickly turned his head.
Seeing Pietro's punch-me face, Peter was stunned for a moment, followed by a face full of pleasant surprise.
"Pietro! It's you! You just saved me!"
Peter was somewhat delighted.
But thinking of something, he hurriedly pulled down his tattered suit with his hands, trying to cover up his humiliating underwear.
"What did you call me? Pajama baby? I actually have a code name, I am Spider-Man!" Peter retorted with a blushing face.
"Four-hundred granny, I get it, I get it."
"Besides, with this crappy suit of yours, calling you a pajama baby is already flattering you."
Pietro rolled his eyes, too lazy to bother with Peter's protest.
Then he looked at Green Goblin lying on the car roof, a cold sneer creeping onto the corner of his mouth.
"Hey, that guy wearing a Loki mask, did you just bully someone from our Justice League?"
Hearing the voice, Green Goblin struggled to sit up.
When he saw Pietro appearing out of nowhere, his heart sank.
He recognized this guy.
In last night's news broadcast, this guy was standing together with the Stark Brothers, and was called a member of the Justice League!
Furthermore, he was that superhuman whose speed was too fast to see!
Green Goblin's heart was instantly filled with fear.
He understood now; the one who had stuffed the bomb into the glider just now was definitely this guy!
"Justice League... You damn bastards, why do you always have to go against me?!" Green Goblin roared through gritted teeth.
Pietro finished the last bite of his hot dog and shrugged.
"It's not that we want to go against you, but that you look too ugly and polluted my eyes."
Pietro moved his ankle a bit, and his gaze turned sharp.
"Since you dared to touch our people, don't even think about walking away in one piece today."
As his words fell, Pietro once again transformed into a silver flash and rushed out.
Green Goblin couldn't see Pietro's movements at all.
He only felt a blur before his eyes, and his chest suffered a heavy blow.
"Bang!"
Green Goblin was kicked flying, rolling several times on the ground before stopping.
"Bastard!"
He roared as he climbed up, pulled several darts from his waist, and hurled them frantically toward Pietro's direction.
But in Pietro's eyes, these darts were still far too slow.
Easily bypassing the darts, Pietro instantly ran behind Green Goblin and delivered a fierce kick right to his backside.
"Bang!"
Green Goblin fell face first to the ground again, eating dirt in a clumsy tumble.
"You're too slow, green-skinned freak. Delivering takeout at this speed would get you complaints!"
Chapter 143: Damn It, That's Called Breaking and Entering
Pietro stood not far away, laughing loudly.
Peter watched from the sidelines, his blood boiling.
Although he was a kind person.
But seeing the Green Goblin, who had always bullied him, being played with like a monkey like this, he still felt extremely satisfied inside.
"Great job, Pietro! Kick his ass!" Peter cheered loudly.
"Shut up, mask boy! I'm teaching him a lesson on how to behave!" Pietro shouted without turning his head.
The Green Goblin, lying on the ground, felt his self-esteem trampled into pieces.
As the dignified chairman of the Oscorp Group, he was actually being toyed with in the streets by two punk kids!
"Unforgivable… Absolutely unforgivable!"
The Green Goblin suddenly scrambled up from the ground, his eyes bloodshot.
He knew that if he continued to entangle here, he would definitely be played to death by this guy.
He had to escape!
Thinking of this, the Green Goblin pressed the control panel on his wrist.
"Bzzzt!"
A device on his belt instantly erupted with blinding glare and thick smoke.
This was a specially made flash smoke grenade.
The strong light instantly illuminated the entire street, stinging people's eyes so they couldn't open them.
"Ah! My eyes!" Peter covered his eyes and cried out in pain.
Although Pietro was fast.
But eyes were also made of flesh. Suddenly encountering the strong light, he also had to close his eyes, and his movements stagnated for a second.
"Stark's lackey! I'll remember this score today! Next time we meet, I will definitely skin you alive!"
The Green Goblin's voice echoed in the smoke.
Taking advantage of the few seconds when Pietro and Peter lost their vision, the Green Goblin quickly activated the emergency glider on the back of his armor.
Whoosh!
He turned into a blurry afterimage, soared into the sky, and disappeared into the night sky of New York.
A few seconds later, the smoke gradually dissipated.
Pietro rubbed his eyes, saw the empty street, and cursed in frustration.
"Fuck! Let him get away!"
"The old man's running speed is much faster than his fighting speed."
Peter also recovered his breath and sighed with some frustration.
"It's fine, Pietro. As long as he dares to come out and do evil again, I will definitely catch him. Thanks to you today, otherwise I would have been miserable."
Pietro turned his head, looked Peter up and down, and couldn't help laughing again.
"All right, don't be polite. But I really suggest you go buy a few normal pairs of underwear tomorrow. If you go out to save the World like that, the villains will burst out laughing."
Peter's face turned red again, and he hurriedly covered his butt.
"I… I'm just because the fabric is cheap! Besides, the battle suit was sewn by myself, and the quality is just a bit poor."
Peter lowered his head, his voice getting softer and softer as he spoke.
"Pietro, you know, I don't have money to buy those high-tech materials. And…"
Peter raised his head, his eyes full of distress and plea for help.
"Tonight, not only did I ruin my clothes, but I also pissed off Mary Jane and made her run away. I asked her to come home for dinner, and she called me an idiot. What should I do? How can I coax a girl to be happy?"
Hearing this question, Pietro was stunned for a moment.
As a single dog, and a severe sister-complex, what did he know about techniques for chasing girls?
But in front of his subordinate, he must never lose face.
Pietro coughed lightly twice, put on the appearance of a veteran in love, and patted Peter's shoulder.
"Listen, buddy. When dealing with girls, you can't be too direct."
"You asked her to come home for dinner? Is your brain flooded? At a time like this, you should hug her tightly and tell her that with you around, she doesn't have to be afraid of anything! This is called a hero saving a beauty, understand?"
Pietro talked nonsense with a straight face.
"You need to learn from that scumbag Luka. Although I can't wait to kick his balls to pieces, he really has a way when it comes to dealing with women."
"Next time you meet, you directly give her a bouquet of flowers, and then be a bit overbearing, don't act like a soft-footed shrimp."
Peter listened and nodded repeatedly, as if he had grabbed a lifeline.
"I understand! Thank you, Pietro! You really are a good guy!"
"All right, hurry home and sew your clothes. I'm going to continue my walk."
Pietro waved his hand, turned into a silver lightning bolt, and disappeared at the end of the street.
Peter clutched his butt, looked around, shot a strand of web, and hurriedly swung into the dark alley.
...
The next morning.
New York, Queens.
Peter was wearing a shirt, holding a bouquet of daisies just bought from the flower shop in his hand, and standing timidly in front of a wooden door.
Adjusting his breathing, he raised his hand and knocked gently on the door.
"Mary… Mary! Jane, are you home? It's me, Peter."
There was no response inside the door, only the sound of the television playing the news.
Peter bit his lip and continued speaking toward the door panel.
"I'm really sorry about last night. I didn't mean to let you go home alone, I just… I was just too scared at the time, and I thought that was the safest approach for you."
The room remained quiet.
After a full half a minute, a cold and angry voice of Mary Jane finally came from inside the door.
"Peter Parker, you complete and utter idiot!"
"Meeting a monster attack on the street, as a man, you actually told me to go home for dinner?! Do you think there's something wrong with my brain?!"
"I never want to see you again! Take your flowers and get away!"
Peter's shoulders slumped, and his eyes grew dim.
"Mary, listen to my explanation, I really wasn't…"
"Get lost!"
Accompanied by a roar from inside the door, Peter knew that saying anything now was useless.
He had no choice but to turn around dejectedly and throw the daisies into the trash can by the roadside.
What on earth should I do?
He felt that he must be the most failed person in this World.
Clearly he was a Spider-Man with Superpower.
Clearly last night he and Pietro had also played the Green Goblin in circles together.
But when facing the girl he liked, he was like a fool who couldn't even speak clearly.
"Damn it, what on earth am I doing."
Peter scratched his hair in annoyance.
At this moment, he suddenly remembered the overbearing hug method Pietro taught him last night.
Pietro said that as long as one is a bit overbearing, the girl will have a sense of security.
However, he couldn't even get through the door, how could he be overbearing?
Could it be that he had to smash the door open and rush in to hug her?
Damn it, that's called trespassing, the Police would arrest him!
Just when Peter was at his wits' end, he touched a business card in his pocket.
That was the personal number left to him by Luka Stark.
"If you encounter any trouble in life, you can come and chat with us anytime."
The other person's words echoed in his mind.
Peter swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
Luka Stark was a World-famous playboy, he must have a lot of experience dealing with girls.
If it were him, he would definitely know how to solve this kind of trouble!
Peter hesitated no longer, took out his phone and dialed the number.
The phone rang only once before it was answered.
"Hello, Mr. Parker. I am Jarvis." A gentle British accent came from the phone.
Peter was stunned for a moment, and spoke stutteringly.
"Uh… Hello, Mr. Jarvis? May I ask if Mr. Stark and Mr. Luka are in? I have some… some personal trouble I'd like to consult them about."
"Both gentlemen are currently at Stark Tower. I have already opened the highest access permissions of the tower for you. You can come over anytime."
"Thank you! Thank you very much!"
After hanging up the phone, Peter felt a little more confident in his heart, and immediately rushed toward the direction of Manhattan.
Chapter 144 Emotional Value, Playing Hard to Get
One hour later.
Peter Parker stood downstairs at the towering Stark Tower, tilting his head back with his mouth wide open.
Goodness, this building is simply magnificent.
The exterior walls shimmered with technological brilliance under the sunlight, and everyone passing in and out of the front doors was an elite professional.
Peter Parker looked down at his own shirt and jeans, instantly feeling completely out of place.
But with no other choice, he braced himself and walked into the lobby.
The luxurious interior made his eyes spin even more.
Holographic projections displayed the latest technology of Stark Industries in mid-air, and the floor was so polished and clean that it could reflect a person's silhouette.
Peter Parker looked around like a country bumpkin.
"Mr. Parker, please this way. Your elevator is ready."
Just then, a sweet-looking receptionist walked up to him with a smile and made a gesture welcoming him forward.
Flattered, Peter Parker thanked her repeatedly and hurriedly stepped into the elevator.
The elevator ascended at an astonishing speed, bringing him straight to the very top floor of the tower.
"Ding."
The elevator doors opened.
As soon as Peter Parker walked out, he was stunned by the scene before him.
In the hallway outside the office, several mountain-like piles of paper documents were stacked up.
And right in the middle of these document piles stood two women who instantly made Peter Parker blush and his heart race.
On the left was Jessica.
Today, she was still wearing a black lace-trimmed bodycon skirt.
At this moment, she was angrily sorting documents one by one into different boxes with a disgruntled expression.
On the right was the newly hired Natasha, who was currently holding a scanner and scanning those yellowed receipts.
Were two beauties just being used to do this dry administrative work?
Peter Parker swallowed hard, feeling too embarrassed to look at them too much, and could only lower his head and briskly walk towards the office door.
Meanwhile.
Jessica and Natasha were engaged in a smokeless battle of wits.
"Ms. Natalie, can your scanning speed be a little faster? The boss asked us to find all the reimbursement slips for coffee and donuts from 2001 to 2005 before noon."
Jessica slammed a stack of documents heavily onto the table and spoke in a sarcastic tone.
"Didn't you say you had rich administrative experience? Why are you moving so slowly?"
Natasha wore a smile, her eyes icy cold.
"Assistant Jones, slow work yields fine results. After all, this is a core secret of Stark Industries; if a single invoice is missed, the boss will be angry."
Natasha intentionally emphasized the four words "core secret", carrying obvious probing.
"But seriously, letting two senior assistants organize these meaningless scraps of paper, don't you think the boss's arrangement is very strange?"
Jessica sneered inwardly.
Strange? What was this supposed to be.
She knew very well that that damned scumbag Luka was deliberately torturing them.
"The boss's arrangements naturally have the boss's reasons."
"If you feel this job has wronged you, you are welcome to resign at any time. After all, Stark Industries does not feed employees who complain."
The two female Agents, each harboring their own ulterior motives, probed each other, neither willing to lose to the other in momentum.
But they both knew very well in their hearts that they absolutely could not leave at this time.
...
Inside the office.
Luka and Tony were leisurely sitting on the sofa, each holding a glass of red wine in their hands.
On the screen in front of them, footage of Jessica and Natasha competing against each other was playing.
After watching for a moment, Tony curled his lips.
"Making two Agents organize coffee reimbursement slips from ten years ago. You couldn't see this kind of scene even if you paid money for movie tickets."
"This is called making the best use of everything, Tony. Since they want to investigate secrets, I'll show them the most core secrets."
Tony rolled his eyes, speechless at Luka's bad taste.
"You really are a capitalist without a bottom line. I'm even starting to feel a little sympathy for them."
Just as the two brothers were bantering with each other.
"Sir, Peter Parker has arrived outside the door." Jarvis's voice sounded.
"Let him in," Luka said.
The office door opened, and Peter walked in uneasily.
"Mr. Stark, Mr. Luka, good morning."
Peter's hands clutched his schoolbag straps, so nervous that he didn't even know where to look with his eyes.
"Sit wherever you like, Peter."
Luka pointed to the sofa opposite and smiled as he sized Peter up.
"Look at that expression of yours, what's wrong? After saving the World, did you not get a sweet kiss reward from the beauty?"
Having his sore spot poked, Peter's face blushed all the way to the root of his neck.
He sat dejectedly on the sofa and let out a deep sigh.
"Don't mention it, Mr. Luka. I messed up."
Peter told everything about encountering the Green Goblin last night and how he got Mary Jane to go home for dinner.
"Then this morning when I went to apologize, she wouldn't even open the door for me and directly told me to scram."
Peter scratched his hair in distress.
"I followed the method Pietro taught me, wanting to rush in and give her an overbearing hug, telling her that with me around, she didn't need to be afraid of anything. As a result, she cursed me through the door as an absolute idiot."
Hearing this.
Luka and Tony exchanged a glance.
Afterward, the two brothers simultaneously covered their faces and let out ruthless mockery.
"Hhahahaha!"
Tony laughed so hard that his red wine almost spilled out.
"Go home for dinner? Good god, Peter. Are there spiderwebs stuffed in your brain? Even an eighty-year-old man couldn't say something like that!"
Luka laughed even harder, shaking his head continuously.
"Pietro taught you an overbearing hug? Please, that kid is a virgin who has never even held a girl's hand. You actually went to consult a virgin on how to date? You really are a talent."
Peter was laughed at until his face turned crimson, and he lowered his head in embarrassment.
"Then what should I do? I really don't want to lose her. But I can't tell her that I am Spider-Man; that's too dangerous."
Seeing Peter's pitiful appearance.
Luka was also somewhat speechless.
Thus, he put away his smile and sat up straight.
"Listen, Peter. This is an ancestral technique of the Stark Family, and I'll only teach you once."
Luka extended a finger, his tone becoming very serious.
"What girls need is not reasoning, and even less so-called 'for your own good'. What they need is emotional value!"
"When encountering danger, you let her run home alone; this is called shirking responsibility."
"What you should do is hold her hand and run together, take her to hide in a safe corner, and then look deeply into her eyes and tell her: As long as I'm here, I won't let anyone hurt you."
Luka spread his hands with a matter-of-fact look.
"Even if you have to go change into your suit to fight villains the next second, you still have to max out her sense of security first, understand?"
Tony nodded solemnly from the side and added.
"That's right, kid."
"Then you must learn to play hard to get. Since she doesn't want to pay attention to you right now, you shouldn't pester her to death. Create a little sense of mystery."
"For example, occasionally appear outside her balcony, leave a flower, but just don't let her see your face. Women have no resistance to a sense of mystery."
Peter listened in a daze, hurriedly pulling out a small notebook from his bag and recording it earnestly.
"Emotional value... playing hard to get... creating a sense of mystery."
Peter nodded as he wrote, as if a new World had opened up before him.
"So that's how it is! Thank you guys! I'm going back to try this right now!"
Chapter 145: The New Suit
Watching Peter acting like he had found a priceless treasure.
Tony sighed helplessly, stood up, and walked behind the desk.
"Alright, the dating lesson ends here. Now let's talk about your equipment."
Tony pulled out two high-tech silver briefcases from under the table and slammed them heavily onto the coffee table.
"Your outfit is practically an insult to the name Justice League."
"SpongeBob's underwear? Good grief, if the media takes pictures of something like that, I'll immediately announce your expulsion from the team."
Peter covered his face awkwardly, feeling completely humiliated.
"That's... that's because the fabric was too expensive, and I couldn't afford explosion-proof materials."
"Money has never been an issue at Stark Industries."
Luca snapped his fingers and pointed at the briefcases on the table.
"Open them and take a look."
With excitement in his heart, Peter carefully opened the first briefcase.
Inside the case, a brand-new red and blue Spider-Suit lay quietly.
The fabric of this suit had a matte texture, and the black spider logo on the chest looked much more domineering than the one he had drawn himself.
"Th-This... is this for me?" Peter's voice was trembling with excitement.
"Of course."
Tony walked up to Peter and began to explain in detail while pointing at the suit.
"Luca and I have carefully studied your combat footage."
"You don't have enough cushioning every time you land, and your knees and spine are easily damaged. Therefore, I added kinetic absorption modules to the boots and joints. As long as you don't fall from the stratosphere, I guarantee you won't have a single scratch."
"And your webbing, it's too crude."
Tony pressed a device on the wrist of the suit.
"I researched a feature that can upgrade based on the webbing you shoot, so I've upgraded you to a multi-functional firing mode. There are split webs, shock webs, and timed web mines. Combined with the AI assistant system in the suit, you can precisely lock onto any moving target."
Peter's eyes turned red as he listened.
He had never imagined.
The high-and-mighty Stark Brothers would actually spend time observing his battles and custom-make such advanced equipment specifically for him.
The feeling of being cared for by elders and leaders made him so moved that he wanted to cry.
"Mr. Stark... I... I don't even know how to thank you guys..." Peter sniffed.
"Put those tears away, kid. Don't dirty my carpet."
Tony pouted proudly, but there was a trace of a smile in his eyes.
Luca also patted the second briefcase.
"This is for Gwen. Pink, white, and black color scheme; not only is it bulletproof and fireproof, but I also personally designed an anti-peeping and bio-force field simulation system for her."
"Of course, I'll give it to her myself."
"You just need to remember, members of the Justice League cannot lose face!"
"I remember! I promise I won't let you down!"
Peter hugged the briefcase tightly, just like holding the most precious treasure in the World.
You must know, this was a suit developed for him by the two smartest people in the World.
It was countless times stronger than the suit he had made by hand himself!
Probably... the difference between a tractor and a Ferrari?!
The two brothers looked at each other and smiled helplessly.
This kid Peter was truly simple-minded and kind-hearted.
Even though he was completely dense and didn't know how to pursue girls.
Even though he was so pure that he couldn't even bear to finish off his enemies.
But he also had his advantages.
For instance... his brain was quite smart?
Luca heard that Peter had a senior named Otto, who was also an important talent researching new energy.
He and Tony had discussed it and planned to go see this genius when they had time.
He wondered what the difference was between the energy project developed by the other party and their Arc Reactor.
After chatting for a few words, Peter also prepared to take his leave.
Right at this moment.
"Gentlemen."
Jarvis's voice suddenly sounded, interrupting all of this.
"S.H.I.E.L.D. Director Nick Fury and Agent Coulson are in the downstairs lobby."
"They don't have an appointment, but are forcibly demanding to come up. Director Fury claims he brought top-secret truth regarding Mr. Howard Stark."
Hearing these words.
Luca and Tony glanced at each other.
The two of them revealed cold smiles.
"Top-secret truth?"
Tony sneered, picked up his wine glass, and swirled it.
"It seems our cotton-gin Director thinks he has finally found a trump card to manipulate the Stark Family."
Luca leaned back on the sofa, his eyes full of mockery.
"Then let him come up."
"I also really want to see how this self-righteous cotton gin will slap his own face swollen later."
Peter didn't know what had happened, but he knew he should leave.
"Mr. Stark, Mr. Luca, I really don't know how to repay you. This gift is too precious!"
"I promise, I will definitely use it to fight crime well and absolutely won't bring shame to the name of the Justice League!"
Tony rolled his eyes and waved his hand.
"Alright, put away your tears, kid."
"This is just some basic equipment. Hurry up and take it to apologize to your little girlfriend. Remember what Luca taught you; if you mess up this time again, I'll take back the suit and make you keep wearing SpongeBob's underwear to embarrass yourself."
Hearing about SpongeBob's underwear, Peter's expression changed.
"I understand! I'm going right now!"
Luca held a glass of red wine with an evil smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.
"Go on, Peter. Show your manly spirit. Remember, maximize the emotional value. By the way, walking out through the front door is too slow, you can try going out through the window over here."
Peter nodded heavily.
After putting the briefcase on his back, he walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window and skillfully opened a pane of glass.
"Sirs, thank you! Then I'll be leaving first!"
Swoosh!
A stream of web shot out, and Peter leaped down from the top floor, turning into a small black dot that quickly disappeared into the city.
Seeing Peter's departing back, Tony couldn't help but complain.
"Every time this kid swings around, I feel like he's going to crash into a billboard. Do you think his pitiful brain capacity can really learn the essence of picking up girls?"
Luca took a sip of wine and shrugged indifferently.
"That depends on his fortune. Anyway, the suit has been given, and the skills have been taught. If he's still an idiot, then even God doesn't want him to date."
Chapter 146: If You Ask Me, Happy Is More Useful Than All of You
Just as the brothers were chatting, footsteps came from outside the office door.
Immediately after, the door was pushed open.
Nick Fury walked in with an unyielding swagger.
Behind him followed Agent Coulson, who always wore a poker face.
Seeing the two brothers, Fury smiled slightly.
He came today with confidence and bargaining chips.
Just because in these past two days, the Agent sent to Siberia sent back a surviving file concerning 1991.
To be honest, the file didn't actually specify who the killer was, nor did it have specific details.
Fury himself didn't even know what really happened in that car accident back then.
But this didn't matter.
As a shrewd head Agent.
He knew that as long as he slapped this file in front of the Stark Brothers and told them that Howard's death was not an accident, but an assassination,
then the expressions of these two playboys who had been kept in the dark would definitely be fascinating.
They would definitely be shocked, pained, and angry!
By that time, he could logically propose conditions.
For example, using S.H.I.E.L.D.'s intelligence network as bait to induce them to hand over the command of the Justice League, making them obediently take orders from S.H.I.E.L.D..
After all, he believed that only someone like him, who had fought for Earth's safety for decades, was more suitable to command these Superpowers.
Of course, he felt that he was also the only person on Earth who knew how many threats were outside.
If he wasn't suitable, who else could be?
Before coming, he had rehearsed the script countless times in his head, and even prepared a few deep words of comfort.
Thinking this, he had already strode to the coffee table, then stopped, preparing to shock the pair of brothers with a deep and shocking opening.
However, an awkward scene occurred.
Luca and Tony didn't even look at him.
At this time, the two leaned over a tablet computer, intensely discussing something.
"Tony, I said, lunch today must be French food. That three-star Michelin restaurant's foie gras is quite good."
"Bullshit! We just had French food last night, you didn't vomit from eating it, but I almost threw up just watching! Let's go eat pasta for lunch, I want lasagna with double cheese!"
"With your damn taste, why don't you go to the street food truck for lasagna?"
"Because the food truck's lasagna doesn't have air-shipped White Truffles!"
Fury stood in place, maintaining a deep posture.
After a full half a minute, he found that the two were still arguing about what to eat, completely treating him like air!
Coulson was also standing behind, feeling so awkward he could practically claw out a Triskelion building.
Fury's dark face turned even darker, seeming like he wanted to go to the fields to pick cotton right now.
Out of awkwardness, he gave a heavy cough.
"Ahem!"
Tony frowned slightly and waved his hand.
"Didn't you see we are discussing major decisions? Insurance salesmen go to the first-floor lobby, we don't buy insurance here. And your leather jacket is too ugly, it doesn't match Stark Tower's aesthetic."
"In addition, there is no farm here, cotton picking machines are not welcome."
Fury's single eye twitched violently, but he still gritted his teeth and decided not to bicker with these two bastards.
Immediately following, he pulled out a file bag stamped with a top-secret red seal from his inner pocket.
"Bang!"
Fury forcefully slammed the file bag onto the coffee table.
Supporting his hands on the desktop, leaning forward, he spoke in a benevolent and sorrowful tone.
"Stark. Put your menu aside for a moment."
"I came today not to listen to you two argue. I brought a truth that S.H.I.E.L.D. painstakingly dug out from the Siberia ice sheet."
Fury stared fixedly at the two brothers, his voice low and hoarse.
"Regarding 1991, the truth of the deaths of Howard Stark and Ms. Maria."
After finishing this sentence, Fury stopped.
Then he stared closely at Luca and Tony's faces, waiting to see stunned and incredulous expressions appear on their faces.
He had already prepared his next lines; as long as Tony asked who the killer was, he would throw out S.H.I.E.L.D.'s conditions.
However.
One second passed.
Two seconds passed.
Luca didn't even lift an eyelid, still leaning against the sofa and shaking his wine glass.
Tony first looked at the file bag, and then looked at the whiskey in his hand that was oozing water droplets.
The next second.
Amidst the shocked gazes of Fury and Coulson,
Tony picked up the file bag and placed it under the wine glass as a coaster.
"Thanks, dark ghost."
Fury's single eye instantly widened, his face full of bewilderment.
"You... what are you doing?! This is the truth about your parents' deaths! They were assassinated! It wasn't an accident!"
"We know."
"The killer is a guy with long hair and a metal left arm. The crime scene was on a remote highway."
Luca took a sip of wine, his tone relaxed.
"What? S.H.I.E.L.D. went all the way to Siberia to dig for half a day, and only dug up such common knowledge?"
Fury was stunned.
He was completely bewildered.
They knew?!
How could they possibly know?!
S.H.I.E.L.D. had only just found out a little bit of the surface about this matter, and didn't even know what the killer looked like!
How could Luca and Tony know so clearly even that the killer had a metal left arm?!
Fury felt like a clown running over to redeem an expired lottery ticket, only to end up being treated as a joke.
Tony also shook his head, his face full of disdain.
"Fury, is S.H.I.E.L.D.'s intelligence network updated via dial-up? We've known for a long time! And we investigated it much clearer than you guys!"
"You bring a piece of information we've known for a long time to act profound, do you think Tony Stark's IQ is as low as yours?"
Luca also capitalized on the momentum to deal a follow-up blow, every word striking at the heart.
"Cotton picking machine, it's been nearly twenty years. My dad paid so much tax to you so-called official organizations every month, and yet he was assassinated, and you guys, Agent who claim to protect the World, actually spent so many years just to find out a little bit of the surface?"
Fury was stunned for a moment, wanting to retort something, but didn't know what to say.
Seeing this, Luca sneered, his eyes full of disdain.
"With this working efficiency, how have you the nerve to use it as a bargaining chip to negotiate conditions with me? If Stark Industries' security department had this efficiency, I would have thrown them into the Pacific Ocean to feed the sharks long ago."
"If you ask me, Happy is more useful than all of you."
Chapter 147: It Turns Out to Be Like This
Upon hearing these words, Coulson broke out in a cold sweat, desperately wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
Fury's expression turned even more alternating shades of green and white.
He had thought he was holding the winning card, but it turned out the card was not only outdated, it had also become a handle for others to mock his incompetence.
This intense sense of disparity made the King of Agents feel humiliated.
But Nick Fury was not a man who admitted defeat easily.
Since the intelligence tactic was not working, he had to throw out another blockbuster bomb to reclaim the initiative.
"Good! Very good!"
Gritting his teeth, Fury straightened up and threw out his ultimate trump card.
"Since you guys are so capable, do you know why that assassination back then had such a high specification? Why a killer of that level was deployed?"
"Because your father, Howard Stark, was by no means an ordinary billionaire!"
"He is the founder of S.H.I.E.L.D.! Furthermore, he is the first Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.! He is Steve Rogers's close friend and Angel investor!"
"I believe you two understand what an Angel investor is better than I do. To put it bluntly, Captain America is essentially your family's thug!"
As soon as Fury finished speaking,
the office instantly fell silent.
This time, Tony didn't reach for his cup, and Luka also stopped swirling his wine glass.
The brothers froze at the same time.
Howard Stark was the founder of S.H.I.E.L.D.? And the first Director?!
Tony was full of disbelief.
He had always thought his old man was just a weapons-selling scientist, at most having some cooperation with the Military.
But he never expected that the father who stayed in the laboratory all day and was indifferent to him was actually the boss of the World's largest Agent organization!
Luka's reaction was no better.
So that was how it was!
Everything made sense now!
Luka quickly strung all the clues together in his mind.
Back in the illusion, when he saw Bucky assassinate his parents, he had always found it very strange.
Even if the Stark Family was wealthy, it didn't warrant deploying a super assassin, right?
After their wealth? Their lives? Their technology?
Ordinary competitors simply didn't have this capability.
But if the old man was the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., then everything formed a closed loop!
The Director being assassinated meant this was a clash of power and belief.
Then, who did it?
Since the old man was the head of S.H.I.E.L.D., it was definitely impossible for anyone inside S.H.I.E.L.D. to blatantly assassinate their own boss.
Even if there were traitors, they wouldn't dare to be this ruthless.
Then, things became very clear.
Looking across the entire World, the person who had the motive and ability to assassinate the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. and possessed the Superpower to brainwash people...
There should... only be one organization!
HYDRA!
Luka's gaze turned sharp.
No doubt about it, it was definitely HYDRA!
Back then, Captain America crippled HYDRA, and the old man, as Captain America's good buddy, established S.H.I.E.L.D. to suppress HYDRA.
Therefore, in retaliation and to eliminate the head of S.H.I.E.L.D., HYDRA sent Bucky to orchestrate the car crash!
The logic was completely self-consistent!
In his heart, Luka had already sentenced HYDRA to death.
However, he didn't voice this deduction.
Facing Nick Fury, he certainly wouldn't share intelligence.
Instead, Luka rolled his eyes, and an idea welled up in his heart.
The next second,
he suddenly stood up from the sofa, wearing an expression of extreme shock and anger on his face.
"What did you say?!"
Before the other party could react, Luka strode up to Fury and gestured aggressively.
"My old man is the founder of S.H.I.E.L.D.?! The first Director?!"
Seeing that Luka was finally shocked, Fury felt secretly pleased.
Thinking he had finally seized control of the situation, he puffed out his chest and said arrogantly,
"That's right. Mr. Howard single-handedly created S.H.I.E.L.D."
"Therefore, S.H.I.E.L.D. is your only ally. Perhaps you can hand over the command of the Justice League to us, so that we can work together..."
"Hand over your head's command!"
Luka interrupted Fury's words and slapped his hand heavily on the coffee table.
"Since S.H.I.E.L.D. was built single-handedly by my old man, isn't this fucking the Stark Family's private property?!"
Speaking of this,
Luka roared righteously, as if he had suffered a great grievance.
"My old man is dead. According to the law, his inheritance should be inherited by me and Tony!"
"In other words, the position of Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. should have belonged to us brothers in the first place!"
"You damn cotton machine! You actually kept it from us for nearly twenty years?! Not only did you usurp the Stark Family's property, but you also secretly became the Director and flaunted your power outside!"
"This is called embezzling the inheritance! You are a shameful usurper!"
As soon as these words came out,
Fury was completely flabbergasted.
It was like hearing a joke about the Universe rebooting.
What the hell?!
S.H.I.E.L.D. is the Stark Family's private property?!
What kind of Bandits logic is this fucking thing?!
Coulson broke out in an even colder sweat, having never seen such a shameless person in his life.
Hearing Luka's words, Tony immediately caught on.
He also abruptly stood up, pointing angrily at Fury and accusing him.
"That's right! No wonder you've been hiding it and didn't dare to speak! It turns out you were afraid we would snatch back the Director's position!"
Tony walked to Luka's side, and the two brothers played along with each other.
"Fury, now that the truth is out, quickly hand over the financial statements of S.H.I.E.L.D.! Every penny you've spent all these years, every aircraft you've bought, and every Agent you've recruited is the Stark Family's money!"
"I demand an immediate audit! If even a single cent is missing, I'll have the legal department sue you until you don't even have your underwear left!"
Fury was simply about to be driven mad with anger!
His breathing became rapid, and his chest heaved violently.
"What a load of bullshit! Stark! S.H.I.E.L.D. is a global security organization! It is under the jurisdiction of the World Security Council! It's not your family's private workshop!"
"I got into the position of Director based on my own strength and the appointment of the Council! It has nothing to do with your inheritance at all!"
"Stop using the Council to pressure me!" Luka sneered.
"An organization built with my old man's money and effort, why should it belong to that group of idiots? I think you're just a minion working for the Council!"
Not only did Luka not back down, he stepped forward instead.
With his movement, the bio-force field erupted instantly.
The atmosphere in the office seemed to become heavy.
The water cup on the table began to tremble slightly, and the glass windows made a humming sound.
A sense of oppression came rushing toward them.
Fury and Coulson only felt it difficult to breathe, their legs heavy, and their backs already soaked in cold sweat.
Luka looked down at Fury condescendingly, his eyes filled only with coldness and killing intent.
"Listen, Fury."
"You think you are the King of Agents who controls everything. But in reality, you are just a pathetic blind man."
"Even my old man, the first Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., could be assassinated right under your noses, and you haven't found out the truth all these years."
Leaning slightly forward, Luka stared into Fury's single eye.
"You'd better go back and check the financial statements and Agent rosters carefully."
"If even the Director can be killed, why do you think no other heads have grown out inside S.H.I.E.L.D.?"
Other heads have grown out!
This sentence reminded Fury.
As an Agent, how could he not understand the implication in this sentence?
Other heads grown out? What monster has many heads?
What else could it be if not HYDRA?
Luka was implying that S.H.I.E.L.D. had already been infiltrated by HYDRA?!
Fury only felt his hair stand on end, a chill running down his back.
If this was true, wouldn't everything he had seen all these years be fake?
Having finished all this, Luka withdrew his bio-force field with satisfaction.
The oppression disappeared, and Fury and Coulson panted heavily.
"Alright, the show is over, time to get lost."
Luka picked up the red wine, turned his back to them, and waved his hand.
"Take these scraps of paper and get out of my building. If you dare to barge in without an appointment next time, I'll let you know what the gold content of Superpower is."
Tony also sat back on the sofa and tapped the table.
"Jarvis, show them out. By the way, spray some air freshener in the building; there's a nasty Agent smell here."
"Very well, sir. Calling security personnel now." Jarvis's gentle voice sounded.
Fury froze in place, his hands clenched into fists.
He had come today originally wanting to use the truth to manipulate the Stark Brothers.
As a result, not only was he ruthlessly mocked, but he was also thrown a warning that made his flesh crawl upon deep thought.
He had lost, losing so completely that not an inch of skin was left intact.
"Coulson, let's go."
Gritting his teeth, Fury strode out of the office.
The moment the elevator door closed,
he knew he no longer had the qualification to put on airs in front of the Stark Brothers.
Meanwhile, inside the office,
seeing the dejected retreating backs of the two, Tony couldn't help laughing out loud.
"Luka, this move of yours is too vicious. I bet the Black Egg will definitely suffer from insomnia all night after going back."
"Isn't this what we wanted?"
Luka shrugged.
"S.H.I.E.L.D. and HYDRA are just two dogs, aren't they? Let them tear at each other."
"And as for us, we just need to watch them dog eat dog, and incidentally drag out our enemies one by one."
Chapter 148: Anything Produced by Stark Is Bound to Be a Masterpiece
"Growing other heads..."
In the corridor, Fury kept pondering Luka's warning in his mind.
"Director..."
Coulson behind him hesitated for a long time before speaking cautiously.
"Was Luka's remark just now implying that... there are internal issues within S.H.I.E.L.D.? For instance... HYDRA?"
Fury did not answer immediately.
Instead, his expression was somewhat stiff, and his chest heaved slightly.
"He is probing me. He is also warning me."
"But Director, HYDRA has been suppressed by us for so many years, how could it..."
"Suppressed for so many years?"
Fury sneered and glanced coldly at Coulson.
"Coulson, you have been an Agent for so many years, do you still believe that HYDRA will behave themselves?"
"If even someone at the level of Howard can be assassinated right under our noses, and it took us so many years to find just a little clue..."
Fury paused, his tone becoming solemn.
"This shows that the HYDRA organization has not only not been suppressed, but also possesses resources and energy far greater than we imagined."
"Even..."
Fury did not finish the rest of his words.
Even, they might have already infiltrated the interior of S.H.I.E.L.D. long ago, swaggering and operating right under the nose of him as the Director for so many years.
Just thinking of this possibility made Fury feel a chill running down his spine.
If the Stark Brothers had known all of this long ago.
Then all their previous arrogant, domineering, and unreasonable behaviors would make complete sense.
The two brothers were not madmen, but were using a crazy posture to force the enemies hidden in the dark to expose themselves!
And himself, the dignified S.H.I.E.L.D. Director, the King of Agents.
He actually stupidly took an outdated piece of intelligence and ran over to show off in front of them.
Isn't this just a buffoon?!
Right at this moment.
Fury's gaze inadvertently caught the situation in the corridor.
A woman with burgundy wavy long hair was holding a thick stack of documents and placing them on a shelf.
That is right, it is Natasha Romanoff.
S.H.I.E.L.D.'s ace Agent, Black Widow.
Fury's footsteps paused slightly.
Natasha seemed to have sensed something as well; she turned her head, and her gaze happened to intersect with Fury's in mid-air.
The two did not speak, nor did they make any extra movements.
But in that short one-second eye contact, a thousand words had already been conveyed.
Fury's message was very clear.
Continue to lurk, and make sure not to expose yourself.
Natasha felt deep helplessness and exhaustion.
She understood Fury's meaning and also knew that she could not return to S.H.I.E.L.D. for a short time.
After all, she was unilaterally crushed by Jessica just yesterday.
Now the Director left in a dejected manner again.
Staying here, isn't she just a piece of meat placed on a chopping board, which might be sliced up for research at any time.
After sighing imperceptibly, Natasha withdrew her gaze and continued to organize those yellowed coffee expense receipts.
She only hoped now that Luca Stark would not think of any more outrageous employee benefits to torture her.
Fury retracted his line of sight and left the building without looking back.
As soon as he got into the car, Fury immediately issued an order to the driver in the front row.
"Return to headquarters."
"In addition, Coulson."
Fury looked at Coulson, his tone icy.
"After going back, start the audit immediately."
"I want to personally review all the fund flows of S.H.I.E.L.D. over the past twenty years, as well as the action trajectories and family backgrounds of all Agents above Level Seven!"
Coulson was slightly stunned, and cold sweat instantly welled up.
"Director, this is the highest level of internal audit, which needs to be reported to the World Security Council. Pierce's side..."
"Nobody is allowed to be told!"
Fury punched the car window, making the glass hum loudly.
"Including Pierce! Including the council members! This is a top-secret operation, and only the two of us, you and I, know about it!"
"I am going to uproot the tree of S.H.I.E.L.D. and see how many poisonous snakes are hidden under the roots!"
...
A few hours later.
On a bustling street near Times Square in New York.
Nightlife had just begun; the street was crowded with people and flashing lights.
"Boom!"
A deafening explosion suddenly resounded in the night sky.
Following closely, a fireball exploded from the second floor of a jewelry store, and countless pieces of broken glass and masonry smashed toward the street.
"Ah!!!"
"Help!"
Pedestrians on the street fell into panic, and screams came one after another.
Everyone fled desperately in all directions, shoving each other.
"Hahahahaha! Run! Bugs! Scream to your heart's content!"
Accompanied by a hair-raising laughter.
Wearing green battle armor and stepping on a glider, Green Goblin rushed out from the thick smoke of the explosion.
Norman Osborn was controlled by the evil personality once again, wantonly wreaking havoc on the streets of New York.
He manipulated the glider, hovering in low altitude, holding several pumpkin bombs in his hands, enjoying the fear of the crowd.
"This World is too boring; it needs some fireworks to embellish it!"
Green Goblin laughed loudly, preparing to throw the bombs toward the dense crowd.
Just at this critical moment.
"Swish!"
A crisp sound of breaking through the air rang out.
A white spider thread shot out from a distance like lightning, precisely sticking to Green Goblin's wrist.
"Hey! Green-haired turtle!!"
A youthful and energetic voice came from mid-air.
"Throwing dangerous items around late at night is going to get you fined!"
Green Goblin was slightly stunned and quickly looked over.
I saw a red and blue figure skimming across between two buildings with the pulling force of the spider thread, steadily landing on a street lamp.
It is Spider-Man.
However, today's Peter was completely different from the past.
He no longer wore that old suit of armor.
At this time, he was wearing a brand-new high-tech Spider suit carefully crafted by Stark Industries!
The material of the suit not only perfectly fit his solid muscle lines, but also maxed out the sense of oppression under the reflection of the lights.
The black spider logo on the chest looked extremely domineering.
"Is it you? Spider-Man?"
Seeing the brand-new Spider-Man, Green Goblin narrowed his eyes and let out a disdainful sneer.
"What, changed into a new skin, and you think you can save the World?"
Green Goblin suddenly flicked his wrist, trying to pull Peter down with the power of the glider.
But he was surprised to find that the seemingly slender spider thread was ridiculously tough, and even the thrust of the glider could not snap it.
"Pal, this is not some new skin, but the power of technology."
Peter squatted on the street lamp, tilted his head slightly, and looked somewhat smug.
"In addition, let me correct you once more, I am a spider, not a bug. Who taught your biology?"
As soon as Peter finished speaking, his wrist suddenly exerted force.
The newly upgraded spider thread activated instantly.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
This time, what shot out was no longer a single spider thread, but a high-voltage electric shock net flashing with blue sparks!
The electric shock net unfolded in mid-air, like an inescapable net, directly covering Green Goblin and the glider together inside it.
"Zizizi!!!"
The intense current was conducted to Green Goblin's entire body, as well as the glider's control system.
"Ah!!!"
Green Goblin let out a painful scream, convulsing violently.
Under the impact of the strong current, the glider's engine instantly short-circuited and spewed black smoke, having already lost power.
With a thud.
Green Goblin heavily smashed onto the road, creating a shallow pit.
"Whoa! Anything produced by Mr. Stark is bound to be a masterpiece!"
Seeing this scene, Peter waved his fist excitedly.
In the past, when he encountered Green Goblin, he could only rely on his agile skills to dodge with difficulty, and then use spider threads to interfere with the opponent.
But now, with the blessing of the suit, the battle has turned into a one-sided crushing victory!
The joy of poverty alleviation through technology is simply awesome!
Peter leaped down from the street lamp and lightly landed in front of Green Goblin.
"Now, it is my turn to perform."
Peter walked to the side of Green Goblin, who was still convulsing.
Grabbed the armor on the other's chest and lifted him up.
"Taste Spider-Man's wrath, green-skinned monster!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Peter continuously threw heavy punches, fiercely smashing them onto Green Goblin's mask.
The kinetic energy reinforcement module on the suit greatly amplified Peter's strength.
Every punch that went down produced a muffled collision sound.
Green Goblin was beaten with no power to fight back, and cracks appeared on his mask.
He tried to counterattack, but the electric shock left his body still in a paralyzed state.
"Damn brat... let me go!"
Green Goblin roared, groping a dart from his waist, trying to stab Peter's abdomen.
However, Peter couldn't be bothered to dodge.
"Clang!"
The dart stabbed onto the suit and was directly bounced off!
The suit easily blocked this blow without leaving even a scratch.
"This... this is impossible!"
Green Goblin was shocked.
He knew very well how sharp his weapon was; how could it not even Pierce through a layer of fabric?!
"Times have changed, old man."
Peter smiled smugly.
"Outdated equipment should be thrown into a museum."
After speaking, Peter shot out several spider threads to tie Green Goblin up, hanging him upside down on a traffic light pole by the roadside.
Like a green chrysalis, swaying back and forth in mid-air.
The battle ended neatly and cleanly.
The citizens hiding in the dark saw this shocking scene and erupted into enthusiastic cheers one after another.
"Spider-Man! Spider-Man!"
"Well done! Way to go!"
Peter stood under the street lamp, enjoying the cheers of the citizens, feeling wonderful inside.
Right at this moment, his gaze swept across the crowd and suddenly locked onto a corner.
It was Mary Jane.
She was wearing a red long dress, covering her mouth with both hands, looking at him with full shock and adoration.
When the explosion happened just now, she happened to pass by here and was trapped in the crowd.
Peter's heartbeat instantly accelerated.
He thought of the pickup skills Luca taught him today at Stark Tower.
"What girls need is not reasoning, but emotional value! You must be overbearing, affectionate, and give her a sense of security!"
Luca's voice echoed in Peter's mind.
He decided that he would do just that after going back later!
Chapter 149 I Must Go See Him!
Meanwhile.
On the roof of a tall building not far from the battlefield.
Luca and Tony were wearing armor, hovering mid-air.
They could see everything happening below clearly.
"Did you see that, Tony?"
Luca crossed his arms over his chest and nodded with satisfaction.
"This is what you call a great teacher producing a brilliant student. I told you that kid has a future; with just a little guidance, he can also become a qualified warrior."
Tony rolled his eyes.
"Oh come on, if it wasn't for the suit, he'd probably have been blasted into a roasted spider by now. Technology is the primary productive force."
"Alright, stop arguing."
Luca glanced at Green Goblin, a sharp glint flashing through his eyes.
"Let's see what else happens between them."
Just at that moment.
Due to cerebral congestion and intense pain, Green Goblin's evil persona began to gradually recede.
Norman Osborn's original persona finally gained the upper hand.
He opened his eyes with difficulty, seeing that he was tightly bound by spiderwebs, and surrounded entirely by citizens and media reporters taking pictures with their phones.
"Damn it..."
Norman cursed inwardly.
He knew that if his mask was pulled off now, the reputation of Oscorp Group would be completely ruined!
The chairman of a hundred-billion-dollar corporation was actually acting as a Terrorists on the street?
If word of this got out, the company's stock would plummet into wastepaper tomorrow!
Norman struggled to raise his head, looking toward Spider-Man not far away.
"Spider-Man... wait a minute..."
Norman shouted in a weak voice.
Hearing the voice, Peter walked up in front of Green Goblin.
"What is it, green-skinned freak, do you want to beg for mercy?"
"Where... where did you get the battle suit on your body?"
Norman stared intently at Peter's battle suit.
He knew his stuff.
As the chairman of Oscorp Group, at a single glance he could tell the technological content contained within this suit.
This was definitely not something a street vigilante could build.
Peter was taken aback, not expecting the other party to ask this question.
But he didn't mean to hide it either; after all, this was a masterpiece of Stark Industries, and mentioning it gave him a huge boost of face.
"This was custom-made specifically for me by Mr. Luca Stark and Tony Stark!!"
"Luca Stark?!"
Hearing this name, Norman was stunned for a moment.
In his mind flashed the news of yesterday's Stark Industries press conference.
That Stark Miracle capable of curing all kinds of chronic diseases and making people five years younger!!
Looking again at this era-surpassing battle suit before him.
A crazy thought suddenly surged in Norman's heart.
"Luca Stark... an absolute genius in life sciences..."
"The entire Oscorp Group invested so much capital and energy, yet failed to solve our family's hereditary terminal illness, instead turning me into this neither-human-nor-ghost appearance."
"Since his biotechnology is so advanced, and he can even manufacture that kind of miraculous medicine..."
"Then could he also... cure my illness?!"
As soon as this thought appeared, it took root and sprouted in Norman's mind.
He didn't care about bowing his head to a competitor.
He only cared about whether he could survive, and whether he could get rid of the control of this evil persona.
"I must go find him. Privately find him."
Norman secretly made up his mind.
Even if he had to pay a greater price, he had to meet Luca Stark!
Just as Norman was calculating how to make his getaway.
Sirens blared wildly, and several patrol cars from New York Police arrived with a roar, stopping at the scene.
"Police! Don't move!"
Several Police rushed over with guns raised.
Seeing this, Peter immediately shot out a strand of spiderweb, swinging gracefully into the night sky.
"Trouble you guys to deal with this green-skinned freak, I still have things to do, I'm leaving first!"
The Police cautiously walked up to the hanging Green Goblin.
"Take off his mask and see who this guy really is," the leading Police sergeant commanded.
Hearing this, Norman was greatly alarmed.
He absolutely could not expose his identity here!
If his identity was exposed, he would become a wanted criminal, so how could he go see Luca Stark?
"Boom!"
Taking advantage of the moment the Police approached, Norman quickly activated a miniature self-destruction device hidden on his battle armor.
Although his glider was broken, he still had backup plans on him.
Intense flashes and smoke burst open again, forcing the surrounding Police back a few steps.
Taking advantage of the chaos, Norman struggled hard to break free from the spiderwebs loosened by the blast.
Then, dragging his injured body, he swiftly darted into a nearby alley and disappeared into the darkness.
High in the air.
Luca and Tony watched Norman escape without making a move to stop him.
"Why didn't you catch him?" Tony asked with some confusion.
"Just letting him run away like this, what if he comes out to bomb the streets again tomorrow?"
Luca spread his hands.
"Don't worry, Tony. He can't run away."
"I've already scanned his body."
Luca paused, his tone becoming playful.
"Guess what? The true identity of this Green Goblin is actually Norman Osborn."
"What?!" Tony was greatly startled.
"The chairman of Oscorp Group?! That hypocrite who always likes to criticize us in the media for market monopoly?!"
"That's right, it's him."
Luca sneered.
"His body has huge problems, his genes are collapsing, and Green Goblin is just a side effect generated by gene mutation."
"He asked Peter about the battle suit just now because he has set his sights on our technology."
Luca turned around and flew toward Stark Tower.
"Trust me, Tony. It won't be long before this lofty chairman of Oscorp runs to our office to beg us like a stray dog."
"When that time comes..."
Luca's smile grew wider and wider.
"We can effortlessly and rightfully swallow up Oscorp Group in one bite."
...
After the battle ended.
Peter changed back into his shirt, carried his schoolbag, and returned anxiously downstairs to his apartment building.
As soon as he walked to the stairwell, he saw a girl wearing a long dress sitting on the steps, burying her head in her knees, her shoulders trembling slightly.
It was Mary Jane.
She had just experienced Green Goblin's attack on the street, ran back terrified, and was now secretly crying out of lingering fear.
Peter's heartbeat instantly accelerated.
Suppressing the tension in his heart, he stepped forward and gently squatted down in front of Mary Jane.
Hearing footsteps, Mary Jane raised her head, seeing that it was Peter, and tears instantly surged out of her eyes.
She originally wanted to scold him, but the fear in her heart made her just want to find something to lean on.
Peter didn't speak.
He stepped forward, reached out his hands, and pulled Mary Jane tightly into his arms.
Mary's entire body stiffened, and then her cheeks flushed red.
Feeling that solid chest, she was somewhat reluctant to break free.
"Don't be afraid."
Peter deliberately lowered his voice, speaking in the same tone as Batman right beside her ear.
"Last night... I just wanted to hide you in the safest place. Because as long as I'm here, I won't let anyone hurt you."
Boom!
Mary Jane was stunned for a moment, then hugged Peter's back tightly, burying her head in his chest.
Tears of emotion soaked Peter's shirt.
"Thank you... Peter."
Feeling the warm and soft body in his arms, the corners of Peter's mouth curled up crazily.
"Mr. Luca is truly a genius! This trick is simply too effective!"
"The scumbags of the Stark Family truly live up to their reputation!"
waiting for more