The era of American comics begins

Chapter 437
Tony Stark said, "Do your job well".Peter always thought he knew what was his job.Combating crime, eradicating evil, helping the people. This should be what a hero should do, right?

But now?

Now some of their teammates, led by Captain America—and maybe even some other heroes who refused to register, are now about to end up like criminals.When things escalate and the conflict officially breaks out, does that mean it's "duty" to fight these erstwhile heroes and throw them in jail like criminals?

He couldn't figure out the answer.

He's just a kid, he hasn't finished high school yet.Some things were too complicated for him to understand.And even if he asked anyone around him, no one could tell him the correct answer.

Maybe it's because even grown-ups don't know the answer.Or, there is simply no one right answer in such an event.But it doesn't matter, since he can't figure it out, he just chooses not to think about it.Someone will always make a choice, and it's not his turn to be the child.

He just needs to do what he has been doing like in the past.

Just this week, Peter noticed that someone was selling some high-tech weapons near the community where he lived.Although it wasn't considered top-notch cutting-edge equipment, it far surpassed the level of firearms that street criminals should match.The police are helpless when encountering such high-tech armed gangsters. They are energy weapons that can knock apart buses and crack freighters in one shot. Compared with conventional guns and bullets, they are like playing house. home toys.

Peter has fought against several groups of criminals with high-tech weapons, so he roughly knows the power and performance of those weapons.According to his own speculation, these equipment should be picked up by someone from various large battlefields.For example, in the earliest Kree invasion, those blue-skinned aliens dropped a lot of exotic equipment in New York.Another example is the invasion of Kang, which was even more exaggerated. The conqueror of the 41st century threw a lot of weapons of future technology all over the world.

As long as one or two of those weapons are stolen by street crimes with evil intentions, it will cause a lot of trouble.

The Avengers are arguing over the Superhero Registration Act these days, and no one has time for street-level annoyances like this.But someone has to take care of even minor ailments, and Peter thinks he should be that person.Who made him "Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man"?

Although he is just a child, he is also an official Avenger after all, and he has learned a lot in the team.He tracked down the clues, followed the clues all the way, and finally found that the sellers of these high-end equipment seemed to be a fixed group, and they had been in this business for more than a year or two.He has no idea about the identity of the members of this group, but he knows that the leader of the other party is a guy named "Vulture", with a pair of mechanical wings with turbines on his back, covering his face, flying in the sky like a big metal bird Come and fly.

After bumping into two members of the group last time, Peter managed to glue a tiny tracker to the back of their van.This is his best lead yet.If he was lucky enough, that truck would lead him directly to the other party's lair, and maybe tonight he would be able to wipe out this gang that has been arrogant under everyone's noses for so many years.

Peter felt a little better.It's the only news that qualifies as good news these days.

Following the signal from the tracker, he wandered to an abandoned warehouse near the outskirts of the city.The gloomy building looks like a sleeping beast in the dark, as if it will wake up at any time and swallow any intruders.

Criminals seem to be fond of places like abandoned warehouses and factories. It seems that criminals all over the world are uniformly uninspired in choosing locations for their strongholds.

Peter climbed in through the skylight.He stuck to the beam with a spider's thread, and landed upside down.

No one was there.The night vision mode of the mask is automatically activated. Thanks to the technical support of Stark Technology, he can see clearly in the dark as in daytime.

There was a lot of dust floating in the air, and there was a musty smell everywhere.Except for himself, he didn't feel the breath of half a person, and the whole place was empty.

Is it the wrong place?
should not.Peter turned around twice, and quickly found the van covered by a piece of cloth, just like the one he had encountered before—his spider tracker was still firmly attached to the rear of the car, working well.He searched around again, and soon found several boxes of hidden high-tech equipment.

Boy, it's all here.It looked like he had found the right place, but no one was home for the time being.

Peter couldn't help but get a little excited. It's really exciting for a child to take down a high-tech criminal group by himself.He curiously took out a strangely shaped firearm from the pile of equipment, and fumbled left and right until the spider sensor buzzed to remind him of the danger.He threw the gun reflexively, jumped sideways, and a blue high-heat beam shot out in a mighty way, almost passing close to his body, melting a big red glowing hole on the warehouse wall.

Peter gasped.

It's dangerous, it's his fate if he reacts half a second late.

This story tells us that good children must not mess around.Peter carefully put the gun back in its place, determined not to mess with it until the professionals arrived.

So what now?Call a professional to come over and take care of it?

Or do you just sit here and wait for the criminals to come back to their lair and they will catch them all?
Before Peter could figure out why, there was a slight noise outside.

someone is coming.

Without thinking about it, Peter quickly hid himself and shrank behind the cover.

The footsteps gradually approached, very lightly, and the breath was well restrained, but it couldn't escape Spiderman's enhanced senses.He held his breath, listening to the other party approaching his position step by step, he gathered strength in his arms, and bowed down.
It's now!

He could sense that the other party was right behind the cover.He jumped forward and shot out a spider web.But the opponent's reaction was faster, and he avoided his spider web with a dodge!Peter kicked his feet, flew up, and punched him, but his arm was taken out with a faster skill and a more precise angle.The man flicked his body, smashing his whole body to the ground hard over his shoulder.Next, he felt as if a heavy hammer had pressed his heart, and the tip of his nose seemed to smell a faint fragrance?
The opponent pinned him to the ground and put his knee on his chest.Only then did the two face each other and saw each other's identities clearly.
"Gwen!?" Peter exclaimed in surprise.

(End of this chapter)