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In the ward, Peter and Harry were silent for a long time.

Peter was the first to break the calm.

"Look, I don't know why your father spoke to you like that, but you don't have to take it personally."

"No matter what the Osborne family's reputation is, go to hell!"

Peter tried his best to comfort Harry.

"Thank you, Peter, don't worry, I've long been used to it."

Harry smiled at him and said it was no big deal.

"Anyway, you should take good care of yourself first. The more painful things are yet to come. After all, you have missed several months of classes."

Seeing that Harry was no longer depressed, Peter shrugged and said jokingly.

"Oh please! Can you stop reminding me of things that ruin my mood?"

Harry said helplessly, holding his forehead.

"Peter, do you think Miss Li Shi is really a man-eating monster? Can the police deal with that kind of monster?"

Suddenly, Harry looked at Peter and asked coldly.

"..."

Peter was silent for a moment. He was sure that Kamishiro Rise was not his opponent, but it was hard for the police to tell unless heavy firepower was used.

But the problem is, any pedestrian walking on the road may be a ghoul, and attacks may occur in any corner of New York.

The mobilization of heavy firepower is cumbersome and conspicuous. Ghouls are not fools. When they see the enemy coming prepared, they will naturally choose to retreat. Who can find them as long as they hide in the crowd?

And I don’t know why, since the attack on Kamidai Rise that day, there seems to be no more horrific cases of cannibalism in New York.

The ghouls suddenly stopped preying on humans.

It's not that Peter doesn't trust the police's ability, but judging from his personal experience, whether the New York police has confirmed the existence of ghouls is a problem.

Of course, there are still some talented people in the police station, and they are not all idlers, such as Gwen's father George, and the female police officer Yuri Watanabe who has had a few encounters with Spider-Man.

It's a pity that a few elites cannot change the overall level of New York police.

"Don't worry, Harry, you have to have confidence in Director Stacey, he will find out everything."

Peter didn't say what he really thought.

The two of them chatted casually for a while, but Peter seemed a little absent-minded.

It is true that the possibility of the police catching Kamishiro Rise is small, but it is also true that he has no clue about uncovering Kamishiro Rise.

Whether it's the responsibility of being Spider-Man or the desire to avenge Harry.

Publicly and privately, Peter had to find a way to seize God's power and benefit the world.

"Are you all right, Peter?"

Harry could tell something was wrong with his friend's mood.

"Oh, I... I just remembered one thing. I have to go to the charity banquet tonight to help Aunt Mei. You know, she just changed from a volunteer to a person in charge, and the affairs suddenly became much heavier. ”

Peter didn't lie. Aunt May did work at the Charity Banquet, and he did often go to help.

But helping is not necessary.

"Then you go there now, it's getting late."

Harry looked up at the clock in the ward and urged Peter to go to Aunt May.

"You should have said this earlier."

Peter was half kicked out of the door by Harry. He reminded Harry to pay more attention to his health and left the hospital.

After coming out of Osborne Private Hospital, Peter walked on the road with mixed emotions.

"What kind of creature is a ghoul? In addition to Kamishiro Riyo, there are several ghouls hiding in New York. How many people have been murdered by ghouls secretly?"

Peter was so busy thinking about these questions that he didn't notice that the crowd around him was thinning out.

Before long, there was no one on the road in front of or behind Peter.

By this time, anyone who is slow to react will know that something is wrong.

Peter concentrated on unzipping his jacket a short distance, ready to duck into the alley and change his clothes at any moment.

At this moment, a convertible classic car of unknown age suddenly drove over and parked next to him.

Peter looked over with wary eyes, only to find that the driver's face seemed familiar.

Especially the M-shaped hairline.

Coulson sat in the driver's seat and smiled at Peter: "See you again, Spider-Man."

"What! Spider-Man? Where is he?"

This greeting startled Peter, and he immediately pretended not to understand what Coulson was saying, and looked around wildly, as if he was really looking for Spider-Man.

"Don't do it in vain, Peter Parker. We met, the night Harry Osborn was attacked, and I know you are Spider-Man."

Peter was shocked. Looking at Colson's appearance again, he instantly remembered who this person was.

"You're FBI Agent Cole Fiss!"

"Sorry, my real name is Phil Coulson, and I'm a level seven agent of S.H.I.E.L.D."

Coulson corrected.

"What? What does SHIELD do? Wait, that's not the point. You're not the FBI. You lied to me!"

Peter stared at Coulson warily, "Who are you? How do you know I'm Spider-Man?"

"As I said just now, I am an agent of SHIELD. SHIELD is an international organization that specializes in dealing with supernatural events and is directly affiliated with the World Security Council."

Colson said calmly without changing his expression.

"Due to the special nature of our work, we must hide our existence from the public, so usually we will perform tasks as the FBI. By the way, this is the legal power of SHIELD."

"The evaluation and management of superhuman beings is also the responsibility of SHIELD. You may think you are careful enough, but you still lack a lot of experience to hide from SHIELD."

At the end of the sentence, Coulson looked at Peter sincerely and extended an invitation to him.

"Spider-Man, SHIELD has set up a ghoul investigation team. I hope you can join and assist us."

Peter stared suspiciously into Coulson's eyes.

"You have already lied to me once. Do you think I will believe the things you said that sound unrealistic?"

Coulson smiled.

"I know you won't believe it easily, so I brought someone who can make you believe it."

Whoosh!

As soon as he finished speaking, a sound broke through the air from behind Peter.

However, Peter turned around instantly as if he had expected it, and reached out to grab the long red stick that was attacking behind him.

What appeared behind Peter was a man wearing red tights. The unique clothing style revealed this person's identity.

Hell's Kitchen's famous Daredevil!

Although Spider-Man has only been around for a short time and has never actually met a superhero other than himself, this does not mean that Peter knows nothing about the world of superheroes.

At least he knew all the legends about Daredevil very well.

"It's impossible for a high school student to do what he did just now. You are indeed Spider-Man."

Daredevil spoke.

"What if I'm not Spider-Man?"

"Then you will be knocked unconscious by me. You don't have to worry about getting hurt. I will control the force and stay in bed for a day at most."

Peter's eyelids jumped wildly when he heard this. Your method of identifying identities is a bit hardcore.

"If you can't determine the opponent's identity and ability, attack directly. What if something unexpected happens? What if Spider-Man himself can't avoid your sneak attack?"

Peter was a little dissatisfied with Daredevil's actions.

"In battle, ghouls will launch more unexpected and deadly sneak attacks. If you can't even dodge the one just now, it means you are of no help to us."

Daredevil said unceremoniously.

At this time, Coulson interjected: "Now, have you agreed to join our investigation team?"

Peter didn't speak, but his expression already gave an affirmative answer.

(Yesterday I went to my grandma’s house for dinner and was dragged to drink with many relatives. Originally, I don’t drink liquor at all, but the atmosphere at that time was hard for me to refuse, so I accidentally drank too much. I was hungover all night and even asked for leave. I forgot, even now my mind is not very clear. I have to take a few cousins ​​out to play this afternoon, and I have to treat them to dinner in the evening. I am really busy. I will be fine after the New Year is completely over in two days. I I will make up for all the updates I owe during this period)