People in Marvel are not good at being mages

Chapter 121 Witnessing Death
"The next victim, please, Spider-Man!"

"Oh oh oh!!!"

"Yo yo!!!"

"Quack quack!!!"

"Jie Jie Jie!!!"

The audience sent a wave of enthusiastic anticipation.

Behind the curtain, Peter took a deep breath and stepped forward.

Being suddenly illuminated by the light, he felt a little uncomfortable and raised his hand to block it.

The scene turned into boos again.

"Big Macs will make you look good!"

"You better not ask for mercy!"

"Don't cry for Mommy, baby!"

"Big Mac, kill him!!!"

"Boom boom boom!!!"

Facing the ridicule of the crowd, Peter came to the ring, and then the iron cage was lowered from the side of the ring, making it impossible for anyone to escape.

Unless one party is disabled, at least 3 minutes must be persisted.

The giant's huge muscles tightened, and then he walked towards Peter with a smirk on his face.

"Little baby, let's have fun for 3 minutes, hahaha!!!"

After finishing speaking, he hugged Peter, but Peter jumped lightly and climbed onto the iron cage. Because it was locked, the iron cage would not be opened easily.

"Why are you running up there!"

"Stay far away from you." Peter shook his head. Although his strength had greatly improved, he was still afraid of such a muscular man from the bottom of his heart.

What's more, this guy has a precedent of injuring several people.

After thinking about it, this guy should be angered, otherwise he wouldn't have an advantage in the fight.

"Who gave you this clothes, your husband?" Peter said mocking words to Big Mac as if chatting plainly.

"Roar!" The Big Mac was really angry. He jumped up and wanted to catch Peter, but the place where Peter jumped was too high for him to reach.

The giant grabbed the iron cage and shook it vigorously, and Peter finally got down from it.

"Bang!" Turning over, Peter landed easily.

"Wow!!!" The Big Mac rushed towards Peter like a bull.

"Chirp!"

Spider silk shot out from Peter's hand, grabbed the top of the iron cage, turned over again, and easily avoided the giant.

"Kill him to death for me!"

Outside the cage, someone handed Jumbo a folding chair, which is a good thing for hitting people. When Peter was not paying attention, Jumbo hit him hard on the head with the folding chair.

"boom!"

Peter had never been beaten like this before, and he was dizzy when he hit his head, and he seemed a little unable to react.

The Big Mac was so powerful that he grabbed the folding chair and hit Peter frantically.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

. . .

"Kill him, ho ho ho!!!"

The audience was so excited that they yelled for the Big Mac to kill the Spider-Man.

Jumbo then threw the folding chair directly, and he wanted to use his power to conquer the audience again.

"boom!"

The Big Mac that lost the folding chair grabbed Peter's legs, then swung it hard, and slapped it on the iron cage.

"puff!!!"

Peter, who fell to the ground, touched his bones in pain. Fortunately, he has undergone a mutation and is now stronger than imagined. If it were an ordinary person, he would probably have broken bones.

"Buzz!"

Peter's eyes widened suddenly, and he saw someone hand a golf club to Big Mac.

"Kill him! Hahaha!"

When this thing hits a person, even if his body has been strengthened, he still suffers from pain. If his face is injured, it may be difficult to explain to Ben and Aunt Mei.

Peter reacted immediately, and at the moment when the giant was about to swing the pole to hit him, he kicked on the face of the giant.

"boom!"

Seeing that Jumbo was not injured at all, Peter kicked Jumbo in the face non-stop.

"Bang!" Peter's strengthened strength is very powerful after all. He kicked the giant's chest, causing the big guy to fly to the iron cage and hit the ground again.

Just passed out.

"1!"

"2!"

"3!"

……

After counting countless times, the referee opened the iron cage, walked to Peter's side, and raised his hand.

"champion!"

"Everyone, tonight's champion: Spiderman!"

"Ooooooooo!!!"

The cheers on the scene became even louder. No one would have thought that this seemingly thin guy could beat the Big Mac to the ground. It was really a big upset.

Seeing the countless cheers around him, Peter felt a little excited. In his heart, at some point, he awakened a thought: I am about to be cheered by everyone, and I am longing for this feeling.

"Take it and get out, little guy."

Behind the scenes, the staff who started the underground boxing match only gave Peter 100 yuan, and then let him go.

"100 yuan? The newspaper said that if you win, you will get 3000 yuan."

Holding a hundred dollar knife, Peter looked at the staff in disbelief.

"Three thousand? That's the price for a 3-minute call, but you, it only took 2 minutes, 100 yuan is already very good, don't push yourself!" The staff didn't even look at Peter, counting the thick stack in his hand The beautiful knife made Peter angry.

"The money is very important to me."

The staff turned around: "What does all this have to do with me?"

Peter endured and endured, and still resisted the urge to hit someone, and he couldn't rob, otherwise he would commit a crime. He turned around fiercely, and went out with a $[-] knife.

When going out, he passed by a man who looked a little excited.

. . .

Peter came to the elevator door, pressed the elevator, and then found a voice behind him.

"Someone is stealing money, stop him!"

It was the staff member just now who was robbed by the man who passed by Peter.

The guards were chasing after him, when the elevator arrived.

Peter thought and thought, and finally turned sideways to let the man leave. The man boarded the elevator and waved to Peter.

"Thank you!"

The guard looked helplessly at the elevator going down.

"Why did you let him go?"

But looking at Peter as a high school student, he couldn't blame him.

You can only chase down from the safe passage.

"You could have stopped him, but now he has escaped!" The staff member scratched his head and walked up to Peter. He knew that this guy had good strength.

Peter looked as usual: "This is none of my business."

The staff nodded, as if they knew Peter was taking revenge on him.

The corner of Peter's mouth raised, and he continued to wait for the elevator.

Walking downstairs, Peter touched the $[-] in his pocket, still feeling uneasy, but thinking about how much that damned guy had lost, the unhappiness became much lighter.

"Stand back, don't surround yourself here."

"It's an old guy."

"Huh? What happened in front?" Peter looked curiously at a place surrounded by people on the side of the road.

Peter felt a little uneasy, as if something very bad was happening ahead.

He pushed away passers-by, and then saw his poor Uncle Ben surrounded by the crowd.

"Oh my! Uncle Ben, what the hell is going on?"

The policeman next to him said: "Carjacking, I was shot."

Then proceed to call an ambulance.

"Uncle Ben, Uncle Ben..."

Peter called for Ben, he longed for Ben to wake up quickly, he couldn't lose him.

As if hearing Peter's call, Ben woke up from a daze.

"Peter?"

"I'm here, Uncle Ben." Peter's tears fell uncontrollably, and he couldn't resist his sadness when he looked at the man in front of him who was better than his father.

Ben squeezed Peter's hand with difficulty, and called out again, "Peter..."

He also hated Peter, and this family!

Unfortunately, death came as expected, and Ben finally closed his eyes, and his hand slipped from Peter's.

But no one noticed a flash of golden light.

Peter's big tears kept falling from his eyes, and he wanted to say something, but he could only hoarse silently.

"The murderer has been found and is fleeing to Fifth Avenue."

The police heard the message on the walkie-talkie and were on the hunt for the guy.

(End of this chapter)