Marvel’s Big Villain

The bodyguard of the main building opened the door. After Peter bowed his head and thanked him, he went straight to the living room.

Angelina was not reading a book, she was leaning on the sofa in a comfortable position, holding a tablet in her hand, browsing videos on the Internet.

Today is a day off, and she dresses casually, apparently not planning to go to the party at all.

Take off the princess dress and high heels and put on elegant loungewear.

Angelina lost a little bit of coldness and arrogance that rejected people thousands of miles away, and a little more quiet and gentle beauty.

At this moment, in Peter's eyes, she seemed to constitute a world famous painting, which was completely imprinted in his heart.

Angelina heard the knock on the door, but didn't hear the sound of hello, so she looked up.

"Peter, why are you here!"

She thought it was Brian or Gwen, but she didn't expect it to be him!

"Hey, Angelina." Peter walked forward restrainedly, his hands swaying up and down restlessly, not knowing where to put them.

"Uh... sorry for disturbing your rest... your brother asked me to come..."

Angelina interrupted: "What did he ask you to do?"

"Well, he said you were reading...so..." Peter was a little incoherent, probably thinking that the term "common topic" was too mentally retarded.

"Forget it, you can find a place to sit." Angelina waved at him: "What to drink? Wine?"

"No...I'm not used to drinking it, ice water will do." Peter walked to the sofa and sat down.

Maybe worried about Angelina's disgust, he sat far away, with a gap of five positions between the two.

The servant went to prepare ice water, and after Angelina had served Peter, she refocused on the tablet.

After sitting for a while, Peter's back was sweating.

This quiet torment is more unbearable than a noisy party.

"Sir, your ice water... ah!"

The servant came over with a silver tray, and suddenly his foot was swollen, and the water glass was thrown on Peter's body.

Peter's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he quickly caught the cup firmly without spilling a drop of water.

"It's beautiful!" Angelina showed her approval, then looked at the servant who was squatting on the ground and said, "Go down and rest, and wipe your ankles with potion."

"Thank you!" The servant limped out of the living room.

Peter picked up the glass and took a sip of ice water to cool the boiling blood.

Then, he turned his head to look at Angelina's profile, summoned up his courage and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Angelina raised her head and turned the tablet over: "The new Internet celebrity on YouTube seems to be called Spider-Man, have you seen it?"

Peter's expression froze, then he smiled, and said with a bit of joy, "I have seen it, but his name is Spider-Man."

"It's all the same." Angelina turned the tablet around again.

"No, it's not the same." Peter defended: "This guy fights crime on the streets of New York, so he can't be called Spider-Man, he has to be called Spider-Man."

Angelina turned her head and looked at him with interest: "You know him so well, shouldn't you..."

Peter's eyes lit up and his expression became serious: "..."

Angelina frowned and said: "Spider-Man's activities are mainly concentrated in Queens, you also live in Queens, you probably don't know him."

"No, of course I don't know..." Peter breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head. "But I saw him flying between buildings with spider silk hanging on it with my own eyes."

"So it is, it seems that you admire him quite a bit." Angelina said casually.

"Yeah, he's cool, he's strong, and the boys adore him," Peter said.

Angelina turned her face and looked at him playfully: "Mr. Spider-Man, don't you feel ashamed to praise yourself like this?"

Hearing this, Peter's mood that had just calmed down became uneasy again.

"What are you kidding me, I can't even beat Fleischer, how could it be Spider-Man, that guy can stop the bus with his bare hands!"

Angelina smiled and handed Peter the tablet in her hand.

Peter took it and looked at it, the hairs all over his body stood up.

The dense text and data on the tablet are all comparisons between Spider-Man and his own information.

Angelina took a sip of the green tea on the table and said, "Actually, you are hiding well. In the first few days, I never thought you would be Spider-Man."

"But it didn't take long for your uncle to be killed by a white robber. From the next day, Spider-Man suddenly became a high profile, and the candidates for crime fighting were all highly similar to the murderer. I think you are looking for you to kill you. Uncle's real murderer."

"No, your idea is crazy!" Peter turned pale, smirking and shaking his head in denial.

"It's not over yet." Angelina pointed at the tablet and said, "Then scroll down."

"The second and third pages record the time of Spider-Man's activities. Compared with your life time, the two are highly consistent."

"The fourth page is the FBI criminology expert, according to the law of crime, Spider-Man's address range, your home is in the red circle."

"The fifth page is the chemical test report of the spider silk, and the results show that the ingredients of the spider silk sprayed by Spider-Man come from the latest product of the Osborn Industrial Laboratory."

"Coincidentally, you sneaked into Osborn's lab a few weeks ago disguised as a visitor. Look at page six, that's Osborn's surveillance footage, and your fingerprints and palm prints in the lab. ."

"The seventh page is a small experiment I just did. I ordered the maid to slap her feet, and her position and the direction in which the water cup is poured have been strictly calculated."

"You caught the cup perfectly, and at the same time proved to me that you are now beyond the limits of human reflexes."

Dozens of pages of evidence were recorded on the tablet, and Peter looked terrified and froze in place.

Angelina said she was tired, and took a sip of tea to moisten her throat.

"Of course, these are not conclusive evidence, and you have countless reasons to prevaricate. But if this is the case, I can pass this intelligence on to the FBI or S.H.I.E.L.D., and they will be interested in you."

"No! Don't call the police!"

The last sentence directly penetrated Peter's psychological defense.

It is absolutely impossible for the intelligence organization to discover his identity. This is the original intention of Peter putting on tights and hoods.

This society is far darker and more complex than you see.

Don't think that as long as you have superpowers, S.H.I.E.L.D. will welcome you with open arms.

Peter is not Iron Man, and does not have the capital to manipulate Congress and the government.

Peter is not Captain America, he is not a war hero, and he is not the spiritual belief of generations.

Peter is not a Hulk, he doesn't have the power to tear tanks, and he doesn't have a strong body that can't be destroyed by nuclear weapons.

Although he was only a high school student, Peter knew it very well.

If his identity is completely exposed, then most likely, he will become the government's lackey.

Appearing in public during the day to perform in a show, to restore the appalling support rate of politicians.

Forced to attend all kinds of lavish parties at night, and become the mascot that high society calls and lingers.

As for Peter's dream of fighting crime and upholding justice, that might just be a dream forever.

"It depends on your answer, whether it can satisfy me." Angelina said with a smile.

"OK, I admit..." Peter put down the tablet and said in frustration, "I'm Spider-Man!"

"what!"

A scream resounded through the living room.

The two looked up to see Brian and Gwen standing in the doorway, surprised.

"Oh, my God!" Peter slapped his forehead in despair.

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"You were bitten by a spider? How big is the spider?"

In the living room, Peter explained the whole story to the three and the two brothers and sisters were very interested in it and asked many questions.

Although they have superpowers, they are inherited from their father, and Peter has a genetic mutation.

The four of them chatted for a long time, and Peter gradually relaxed, and the more they chatted, the more speculative they became.

It turned out that some time ago, Peter accidentally found a few photos and some information in his parents' belongings.

After communicating with my uncle, I learned that my parents used to be scientists at Osborne Industries. They were responsible for researching cross-species gene transplantation technology, and they were colleagues and friends with Professor Connors, Gwen's mentor.

So Peter got involved in Osborne Industries and wanted to meet Professor Connors and talk about his parents.

But why is the chief professor of Osborne Industries so good-looking, others have not seen him, and he was caught by Gwen, who was an intern.

However, by accident, Peter accidentally walked into the biosilk laboratory of Osborne Industries and was bitten by the experimental spider inside.

After returning home, he was surprised to find that his body's strength, agility, endurance, and intelligence had been improved in all directions, and he had a sixth sense that surpassed ordinary people.

Just when he thought that life was about to come to an end, his uncle's death completely plunged him into a rock bottom.

Just as Angelina guessed, in order to find the murderer, Peter put on a red and blue spider tights and purchased raw materials from Osborne Industries to make spider silk, and started a career in fighting crime.

But his vigilante career had just started when Angelina saw it through.

At this moment, a news message popped up from the tablet on the table.

Angelina looked at it for a while, then handed the tablet to Peter: "Hey, Spider-Man, I think you have a job!"

News is a video shot by netizens with their mobile phones.

On the bridge connecting Queens and Manhattan, a huge lizard man was wreaking havoc on the bridge, surrounded by the screams of pedestrians.

"I have to go!" Peter stood up without hesitation.

"You're going to dress like this?" Gwen reminded.

Peter unbuttoned his shirt to reveal the red and blue tights.

"It's more than ten kilometers away from the bridge. I'll send a helicopter to take you there," Angelina said.

"Yes, let's go together too, just to observe it up close." Brian drank some wine and was very excited.

"All right!"

Peter had been towed onto a pirate ship and had to be forced to agree.

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The helicopter roared into the sky, and it didn't take long to appear above the bridge.

"Look! The lizardmen are there!" Brian said, reaching out.

The magnificent cable-stayed bridge is full of fire and blood.

The Lizardmen are fighting Stark's Guardian armor, and they have the upper hand.

The guardian armor has a powerful arsenal, but the lizardmen are not only rough and fleshy, but also amazingly resilient.

The dense shells blew it badly, but it recovered in a blink of an eye.

And the claws of the lizardmen are very sharp, and the protective armor made of alloy can't hold it at all.

"I'm leaving!"

After Peter changed his clothes, he jumped out of the cabin.

He shot a few slender spider silks in the air, swayed on the bridge, then chose a good angle to rush down, and kicked the lizardmen away with a volley.

However, although his kick was handsome, it did not play a role.

Lizardmen rely on their powerful strength and recovery ability, and it is no problem to have more than one enemy.

After a battle, all the protective armors were destroyed, and Peter was also seriously injured.

However, the purpose of the lizardmen was not to kill them. After subduing the enemy blocking the road, he immediately left the bridge and fled into the distance.

Peter got up from the ground, ready to continue tracking.

At this moment, his cell phone rang.

"Peter, I'm Angelina."

Peter looked up at the helicopter and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Stop chasing, you are no match for that lizardman at all."

Hearing this, Peter shot out a spider silk and chased in the direction the lizardmen left.

"No, no. If you let him go, more people will die."

Angelina said: "New York has Iron Man and Hulk, and they will take care of the Lizardmen."

Peter said firmly: "But they haven't appeared yet. Although I can't beat it, at least I can hold it back until other heroes arrive."

Angelina was a little annoyed: "Peter, don't think too highly of yourself, now is not the time to be in the limelight, if you continue to chase, you will die!"

"It's not to be in the limelight, it's my duty, and I'm not that weak!" Peter's voice suddenly dropped a lot.

"Stop talking, I seem to have found the lizardmen's lair."

Saying ~www.novelmt.com~ Peter hung up the phone directly.

"..." Angelina clutched her phone, her face full of anger.

"Relax, maybe Peter can succeed." Brian was looking forward to this.

Except for the younger sister who doesn't deal with it, there is no one of the same kind with superpowers around. This kind of life is actually not that beautiful.

Brian sincerely hopes that he can have a good friend who is not only of the same kind, but also able to play together.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, Peter called and said in a hurried tone:

"God, you can't guess what I found here!"

"Come on!" Angelina said impatiently.

"That lizardman...is Gwen's mentor, Professor Connors!"

"What!" Gwen exclaimed.

Peter said: "Professor Connors has a disability in his left arm, and he has always hoped to use cross-species gene transplantation to treat the arm..."

"Wait a minute, this is impossible!" Gwen interrupted: "This project is still in the animal experiment stage, and there has been no progress for so many years. Professor Connors, how can it be possible to experiment on yourself!"

Peter hesitated for a while and said, "When I got home that day, I found a series of formulas in my father's notebook, and told the formula to Professor Connors, because that was the last step in completing the plan."

Hearing this, everyone was speechless.

After a long time, it turns out that this monster was created by you, it really deserves to be beaten up!

"I'm responsible for this, and I have to stop Professor Connors!" Peter said firmly: "Everyone, I need your help!"