Alliance System in Marvel

Chapter 198 Chapter 190
"Coming?" Matt stopped punching sandbags when he heard the movement at the door and said.

"Hmm!" Frank responded coldly and walked aside, while Matt looked at Peter and beckoned for Peter to go.

Peter walked over, and Matt "looked" at Peter in front of him and said, "Peter, you have very powerful power in your body. Although it is not as good as a monster like Wright, it must be much stronger than me, but you have not mastered this power. How to use it, so I want to give you special training on this point, do you have any questions?"

Peter was silent for a while, nodded and did not ask any questions. Matt patted Peter on the shoulder and led him to the middle of the warehouse.

It was only when standing in the middle that Peter noticed that there were several machines in front and on the right, but Peter had never seen this kind of machine and didn't know what it was useful for.

"Peter, what you have to do now is to avoid the attack. This is to exercise your reaction speed. If you react fast enough today, you can avoid injury, so you have to be vigilant all the time. When you notice something is wrong You can make evasive actions in the first time!" Matt exited the middle range after finishing speaking.

"Start!" Matt yelled, and Frank pressed a button, and the machines in front of Peter started to start, and white baseballs were launched.

The moment the machine was started, the spider sensor alarm kept ringing in Peter's mind, and Peter also made evasive actions immediately, and an iron bridge escaped the first attack.

Just as Peter breathed a sigh of relief, a baseball hit his leg and Peter let out a cry of pain, but Frank did not stop the transmitter, and Peter could only continue to dodge the attack of the baseball.

However, these baseball transmitters have been modified by Frank, and instead of launching in one direction foolishly, they launch around irregularly, which also makes it more difficult for Peter to evade.

Just as Peter dodged a baseball, he was hit on the thigh, buttocks, and chest. Before Peter could rub the hit place, he saw several more baseballs hitting him.

"Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

In this warehouse, Peter's screams kept ringing. Three hours later, Peter rubbed his body and staggered out of the warehouse. Frank had already started his motorcycle and stopped at the door to wait for him.

Peter hesitated looking at Frank and the motorcycle under his ass. If memory serves me correctly, he had sworn never to ride a motorcycle again a few hours ago, but...
Looking at the pitch-black surroundings, he couldn't see a single person, not to mention a car, which meant that this motorcycle was his only means of transportation.

Gritting his teeth, Peter sat on it directly, but because he touched the wound with too much force, Peter gasped and exacerbated the greenhouse effect.

Frank didn't care whether Peter was in pain or not. After Peter sat up, he started the motorcycle and sent Peter to Queens.

In the warehouse, Matt was picking up the baseballs one by one, picked up a baseball, touched the dent on it, and Matt was lost in thought.

"crunch~"

Frank sent Peter to the street not far from his home and stopped the car. After Peter got off the car, Frank left without looking back.

Peter looked around to make sure that no one saw his distressed appearance, then limped to the door and stuck it to the door to listen to the movement in the room.

After a while without hearing any movement, Peter breathed a sigh of relief, took out the key, quietly opened the door, and walked in lightly.

Walking into the living room, Peter glanced at Aunt May's bedroom and saw that Peter walked up the stairs cautiously after turning on the lights. However, when Peter stepped up the stairs, every step would involve wounds, and the painful Peter took every step. Each has a different expression.

"Click"

The light in Aunt Mei's room suddenly turned on, and Aunt Mei's voice sounded, "Peter, are you back?" Then came the sound of Aunt Mei getting up, putting on her shoes and coming out.

Thinking that he would definitely be worried if Aunt Mei saw his bruised nose and swollen face, Peter ran up to the second floor and opened the door of his room in three or two steps, regardless of the physical pain, and answered at the same time, " Aunt Mei, it's me! Go on to sleep!"

Aunt Mei walked out the door and looked up at Peter's room. Her eyes were full of worry. After all, Peter would run out every night recently. Thinking that Peter was now sixteen or seventeen years old, it was time for rebellion. Aunt Mei was worried that Peter would go Hang out with some dudes.

After hearing the sound of running water from upstairs, Aunt Mei sighed and walked back to her room to continue sleeping.

Upstairs, Peter washed the sweat off his body with water, then put on boxers and walked to the bed, took out a bottle of bruise medicine from the desk, and wiped the wound little by little.

There was nothing to say all night. When Peter woke up the next morning, there was another gasp when he touched the wound. Enduring the pain, Peter got dressed.

"Dididi~Dididi" The mobile phone on the table rang, and Peter picked it up and saw that the note on it was Harry.

Peter hesitated for a moment, thinking that he had beaten Harry last night, he was a little worried, but in the end Peter got through the phone.

"Hello? Peter, are you okay? I apologize for my attitude yesterday. I'm sorry I treated you like that yesterday. If possible, I can treat you to breakfast!" Harry's apologetic voice sounded from the other end of the phone.

Peter thought of the bruises on his body, which might be discovered by Aunt May at home, and now it would be nice to have an excuse to run out, so Peter agreed.

After agreeing on a place with Harry, Peter hung up the phone and walked to the door to look down. After finding that there was no Aunt May, Peter picked up a post-it note and wrote that he was going out, and he might not come back at noon. I went downstairs and pasted the post-it note on the table, endured the pain and ran out of the house
At home, after Peter left for a few minutes, he walked out without opening the door. The first thing he saw was the post-it note on the table and he picked it up. The worry in Aunt May's eyes became even more obvious.

"Didi"

Peter stood on the side of the road and looked around. This was the place he had agreed with Harry. Someone would pick him up and meet Harry later.

Hearing the horn, Peter looked back and saw a car parked behind him, the door opened, and Harry's handsome face was revealed, but the black around his right eye looked so funny.

"Get in the car, Peter!" Harry waved to Peter and opened the door and said, Peter sat in without hesitation and touched the wound, which made Peter take a painful breath
Harry on the side looked at Peter suspiciously, and only then noticed the uncovered bruises on Peter's body.

"What? Peter, are these bruises on your body caused by me?" Harry asked in surprise.

Peter hesitated for a moment and then nodded. Anyway, Harry was obviously drunk last night and didn't remember anything, and the wound on his body is hard to explain. In this case, let Harry take the blame.

"Sorry, Peter! I'm really sorry about what happened yesterday. It's just that something happened to me yesterday that caused me to be in a bad mood. I'm really sorry."

Harry looked at Peter's serious apology. Seeing Harry's behavior like this, Peter dissipated his little resentment and accepted Harry's apology graciously.

What else can I do if I don't accept it?Especially those bruises on his body were not caused by Harry. At this moment, Peter couldn't help but think of Wright's red medicine, wondering if it could remove the bruises on his body.

(End of this chapter)