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Chapter 39 The Cloning Laboratory

New York, Queens, empty streets.

Peter stared wide-eyed, watching the huge black fist hit his nasal cavity with violent airflow.The hot tingling sensation crawled all the way down the neck and into the brain, and the spider sensor buzzed non-stop.

He jumped back twice in a row to avoid the fierce fist of the big black man wearing a rotten cloak in front of him, and every time he took a step back, the opponent followed him, roaring vaguely in his throat, and continued to punch him.

"Wow, to be honest, your outfit is really ugly." Peter evaded the punch with a short body, and jumped up with his legs bent, "Who knitted you this shabby cape? Listen to my advice , your tailor should be fired, he seems to have huge problems with his technique and aesthetics."

The guy in black yelled loudly, his five fingers stretched out sharply and he turned around and poked around.Peter shrank his shoulders and barely dodged it. At the same time, he kicked back to fight back, but unfortunately he was also held down by the opponent's strong and strong arms.

"And what about your mask? You look like you forgot to keep an eye. I can't imagine how you can see outside with that thing on. Let me guess, you got bitten by a bat Then you don't need eyesight?"

Peter didn't stop talking for a moment, but he didn't slow down.This black guy didn't seem to react much slower than him, and he seemed to have a faint advantage in strength.The two figures entangled and flew across the streets of Queens, at a dizzying speed.

Peter kept grinding his lips, but in fact he knew in his heart that this was just to cover up his nervousness and anxiety. He always liked to talk when he was nervous, because it could help him divert his attention and relax his tense nerves.

But how could he not be nervous?This psychic in the ridiculous blue-and-black bodysuit — whoever he is — is coming for Peter Parker, not Spider-Man.This means that the other party knows the secret that Peter Parker is Spider-Man, and it also means that even if he has decided not to be Spider-Man, his relatives and friends may face threats.

Calm down, Parker.he said to himself.First you have to take care of this big stupid guy, he doesn't look that hard to deal with, does he?You've taken down tough super-criminals, and you can take down a muscular idiot with a tattered cape and no eyes.

He flew to the top of the big black man's head, pressed his palm on the thick back of the opponent, raised his figure, and rolled over and landed on the opponent's back in an elegant and perfect arc.

But what he didn't expect was that the man in black suddenly turned around, raised his hands, and two slender white spider threads spewed out from his hands!The spider silk suddenly stuck to the back of Peter who was in mid-air, and a huge force pulled him back.The man in black raised his right foot and kicked him hard in the air.With a muffled grunt, Peter flew out backwards, smashed through a fence and fell into someone's backyard.

Peter shook his head from among the overturned potted plants and got up: "I really hope that the owner of this house is not at home."

The spider sense became more intense again, and the black shadow leaped over the courtyard wall and chased after it.Two strands of spider silk shot out from each other's hands, spinning and spreading two white webs towards Peter.

Peter evaded sideways and grabbed two spider threads with his backhand: "Hey! That's my patent! I'm going to sue you for stealing the fruits of other people's labor!"

As he said this, he was actually more worried in his heart, and more and more questions came to his mind.Like who is this guy?Why can he also spit spider silk?Who sent him?How would they know who Spider-Man is?

But these questions can only be answered after the opponent is beaten to the ground first.

Peter yanked along the two spider threads, pulling the man in black to his face.He kicked the opponent's door with a precise kick, and kicked the opponent several times in a row, smashing the drying rack in the yard, and the dried clothes were scattered all over the ground.

"When the master comes back, I will tell them that you did it!"

Peter caught up with two consecutive ups and downs.The man in black climbed up and punched him, Peter dodged and returned a right uppercut to the opponent's face.This guy's skin was surprisingly thick, and he felt like he had hit a hard brick with his fist.

"Roar!"

The weird man in black roared violently, and pressed Peter's face with a palm unexpectedly.He grabbed Peter by the head, lifted him over his head, and flung him back to the ground.A strong shock spread down his spine, and Peter felt dizzy and dizzy, as if he had lost his balance.

He saw the weird man in black screaming and raised his fists high, as if he was about to throw them down at him, but the feeling of fainting made him unable to avoid it.

Great, this will definitely hurt to death.

But the expected impact did not come.He saw the strange man in black stopped with his fists hanging in mid-air, and half a second later he suddenly let out an even more shrill cry.He clutched his head and staggered back, like someone had turned on a blender in his head.

The weirdo retreated to the courtyard wall and shook his head vigorously, as if he suddenly lost interest in Peter.He turned around and jumped over the courtyard wall, and disappeared along the long road outside in a moment.

Peter stood up dragging his sore arm from the fall: "Okay, how can this be sung?"

***
Somewhere in the wilderness, in the top-secret biological laboratory of the CIA Science and Technology Department.

Staff members tightly wrapped in white protective clothing came and went in the experimental cabin, and a column-shaped petri dish filled with sea-blue liquid stood in the middle of the room.Numerous sophisticated instruments and equipment are connected to this container, and various complex data are input into the computer in the control room outside the cabin every moment.

Unlike the cloning laboratory on the other side, there is only one experimental subject in the entire laboratory here, because this experimental subject is the most unique.

Standing in the control room was a man in a well-crafted suit with a mid-part hair. Judging from his attire and aura, he seemed to be the person in charge of this area.A young assistant in a white coat walked up to him, flipping through the documents that recorded the relevant data.

"You said you want to operate on the subject's memory right now?" the assistant asked.

The man in the suit squinted at him: "This is what the master controller means. This is the work he cares about most and is the most proud of. He hopes that the experimental embodiment will be ready for use now."

"According to the monitoring data, the experimental subject's signs are still unstable in many aspects." The assistant said, "especially in terms of memory, the target memory is inherently chaotic, fragmented, and unsystematic. Brand new memory, which may cause damage to the target's brain function. Worst case scenario may happen as happened last night in another laboratory."

The man in the suit raised his eyebrows: "Are you saying that the experimental subject might go berserk and out of control, and get out from here?"

"We should consider that possibility, sir."

"Then quickly fix it for me!" The man in the suit raised his voice, "I believe you don't need me to remind you how dangerous the controller is. If you have to trouble him to adjust this trivial matter, you won't I want to know what's going to happen."

"Okay." The assistant closed the folder, "I'll let the team know and see what we can do."

The assistant quickly walked out with the file in his arms.The man in the suit stood with folded arms for a while, until red warning lights abruptly covered the entire room, and sirens sounded along every passageway in the base.

"Sir! The lab has been invaded!"

The man in the suit snorted coldly: "Invade the CIA facility? Who is so tired of working? Tell all the agents in the facility—no matter who dares to break in, shoot me first and then question me!"

boom!
As if it was about to shake the roar of the world, the super-heavy alloy door panel at the entrance of the facility crashed down under the action of the domineering external force, arousing thick smoke and dust.The agents guarding the entrance passage leveled their guns and pointed their guns in the direction of the entrance, held their breath and remained motionless.

The slight beep of mechanical operation sounded, and the jet-black armor broke through the smoke screen and appeared outside the door. The V-shaped eyepiece transmits a gloomy line of sight, and the light blue fluorescence is faint and scary.

The moment he walked out of the smoke screen, everyone stopped breathing.

It felt like being strangled by a cold hand.

(Thanks for the 1000 starting point coins rewarded by the coquettish sluts who are simply not pretending, and the 100 starting point coins rewarded by book friends who are big!)

(End of this chapter)