Marvel turns into Iron Man

Destiny is a very interesting thing, there is a saying how to say it - well, fate, it's so wonderful.

When the door of Fisk's office was opened, Miss Stark was also a little stunned when she saw the person outside the door.

According to normal thinking, it shouldn't be that the New York police and these guys pretending to be policemen just met together.

The fake cops were then in charge of telling the real cops that Wilson Fisk was in the room and letting the real cops go in and deal with him.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, take yourself away from the headquarters building of the Fisker International Financial Group, and make your debut in front of the reporters.

What the hell is going on, what's going on here, why is it...Spider-Man who rushes in?

Looking at the iconic red and blue two-color spider suit covered with spider web patterns, Miss Stark fell into deep thought.

At this moment, Peter Parker looked completely different from the little guy he had seen a few months ago.

Under the sharp battle suit, there are bulging lumps everywhere, high and raised muscle tissue, very strong.

It would be interesting to know whether the mutated spider gene can also promote secondary development in just a few months.

Similarly, while Miss Stark carefully looked at Peter Parker, Peter also looked a little surprised.

Perhaps, the future will change because of her, but some things will not be changed even if the future changes again.

At the first glance with Miss Stark, Peter had already noticed the handcuffs on her hands behind her back.

Immediately afterwards, he set his sights on the group of riot police who surrounded Miss Stark.

They didn't seem to want to help her untie it, and there was no trace of ashes or fireworks on their bodies.

If this group of heavily armed riot police were the ones who followed him from downstairs to the top floor.

Then, it is impossible for them to not have any smell of dust and gunpowder smoke after the explosion.

Peter Parker's mind quickly came to a conclusion - oh, damn, this group of people are fakes!

No wonder Miss Stark looked at her so strangely. Could it be that she was coerced by this group of people? !

Looking at the hostile eyes under the black police masks of the riot police further confirmed his thoughts.

After thinking about this, Peter thought that he had to take action. At that moment, the eyes under the blindfold became sharp in vain.

He not only wanted to rescue Miss Stark who was being coerced, but also to repay her for saving his uncle.

Put the index and middle fingers of both hands together, press the trigger mechanism of the spider silk launcher in the palm of the hand, and two white spider silks are thrown out instantly.

As a superhero with rich experience, Peter knows very well that it is best to directly make the enemy lose the ability to resist.

In an instant, one of the spider threads was stuck to the only Remington M870 gun in the camouflage police squad.

He just flicked it casually, and the entire shotgun fell out of his hand in an instant, hitting the floor in the distance, and was shattered into pieces.

And the other spider thread wrapped the arms dealer lady who was fishing and paddling while watching the show, and pulled it towards him.

With Miss Stark's exclamation, the feminine soft body fell on the leathery Parker's shoulders.

The bear boy's firm arms happened to be on top of her soft belly, and he almost vomited out her breakfast.

Even though her body had been strengthened countless times by the Extremis virus, it was still a bit unbearable for her to come suddenly.

What's going on with this damn brat, is there something wrong with his brain - Miss Stark couldn't help roaring from the bottom of her heart.

With Miss Stark on his shoulders, Peter glanced coldly at several of Fisk's men disguised as police officers.

Immediately afterwards, he carried Miss Stark's body without hesitation, and ran towards the door of the reception room of the office.

And what about those few people, they were originally asked by the boss to stay here to protect the lady.

Now that the lady has been rescued by Spider-Man, the brothers can't leave here because of love and reason.

No matter what, the door behind the reception room in the office was their boss, Wilson Fisk.

Outside the door——Peter put the delicate body on his shoulders on the ground, under the mask, his expression was a bit complicated.

"Although I don't know what you are doing here, please leave as soon as possible, it is dangerous here."

Miss Stark, on the other hand, stared closely at Peter Parker's face with caring and mentally retarded eyes.

She was not a fool, and immediately noticed that Peter Parker seemed to be a little different at this time.

Not only the secondary development of the body, but even the temperament of the body is completely different from the first time we met.

The Spider-Man at this time, Peter Parker at this time, gave her the feeling that she was quite mature.

For Miss Stark herself, it has only been half a year since she met Peter last time.

What she didn't know was that for her, the short half a year was already a few years of growth out of thin air for Peter.

The timeline of the future has been distorted. Although she has no idea, completely different transitions have appeared in many places.

Ben Parker, who should have died at the gunpoint of Sandman William Baker, survived and grew up with his wife May Parker.

And Norman Osborn, the Green Goblin, one of Spider-Man's old enemies, has already begun to run for the mayor of New York at this moment.

Many things that happened are in stark contrast to the memory fragments in Miss Stark's mind.

As for Miss Stark, who knew nothing about future changes, she suddenly couldn't see the future direction.

After making sure that Miss Stark was safe and sound, Peter immediately turned around and rushed into Wilson Fisk's office again.

In a high-rise building with more than ten floors, this guy actually occupies one floor as his own office, which is too luxurious.

"This idiot - really has nothing to say."

Seeing the figure leaving quickly, Miss Stark held her forehead helplessly and said.

Because the people who came in were not the police team as expected, she could only walk down slowly at this moment.

However, because of the explosion, the ground here is really...too difficult to get footing on.

For the purpose of the meeting, she even changed into high heels, but it became a little more difficult to walk in such an environment.

In desperation, Miss Stark could only use the ability of the space gem to send herself to the floor below.

She estimated that there would still be some time before this matter ended, but it would be better to go down slowly by herself.

As for Fisk's office, Peter's figure appeared next to the riot police in the reception hall.

"So, now we can move on to—"

His tone was very frivolous, and several of Fisk's subordinates naturally couldn't stand such provocations.

When anyone is faced with the belittling and disrespect of others, the results are nothing more than two.

If it's not to endure it, it's to release it. At that moment, several people rushed towards Peter.

Although the shotguns they were carrying were destroyed by Peter first, they still carried explosion-proof shields that combined offense and defense.

The existence of the anti-riot shield can block Peter's attack, but it can also be taken out by this group of people and smashed at Spider-Man's head.

In desperation, in order to find a way to resolve this stalemate, Peter could only choose some tricky ways to attack.

While wrestling with others, he immediately thought of ways to break the situation, and quickly came to his own conclusions.

First, he blocked the explosion-proof shield that was coming towards him with a punch, and then immediately threw two spider threads towards the floor.

The enormous force pulled the spider's thread, driving Peter's body, slipped under the crotch of the enemy around him, and kicked him into the air.

Immediately afterwards, he turned over and jumped up again, kicking that person hard several times in mid-air, and finally stuck him to the ground with spider silk.

Peter himself, who has not received much fighting training, relies on his extreme reflexes to fight instinctively.

Even though those people were all carrying pistols, none of the dozens of bullets could graze Peter's body.

It took about a few minutes to perform the old trick again, and there was no one standing in the hall except Peter.

A few minutes later, when the door of Fisk's private office was pushed open, Peter had just finished talking with Yuri Watanabe.

The entire building has been completely surrounded by the police who arrived, and there are many police helicopters patrolling the sky.

This Fisk mansion has become a cage, waiting to catch Wilson Fisk and bring him to justice.

Although Peter Parker didn't know exactly where Fisk got the NYPD, he was more than happy to do them a favor.

Wilson Fisk's private office is a duplex structure with upper and lower floors, and the decoration style is more Japanese-style.

However, the rich and powerful underworld godfather still used a lot of expensive marble materials to decorate his office.

For example, in the office hall, the four huge pillars made of black crystal jade marble exude a magnificent luster.

Also in the office are Fisk's personal collections, such as hands and samurai armor that will be given away, as well as antiques from the East.

Picture scrolls, samurai swords, porcelain vases, gallery lamps—everything here made Peter feel like he had come to Japan.

As for Wilson Fisk himself, he still sits behind his desk with an old god.

He was concentrating on signing the documents in his hands, and he seemed to have no worries or fears about being arrested.

"Writing your memoirs, but I think you have plenty of time in prison to write memoirs."

"Oh, by the way, remember not to write my name wrong, my full name is SpiderandMan."

Looking at a picture of Spider-Man who is facing an enemy but still does not forget to taunt, Jin Bing showed a ferocious smile.