"Oh, this one." Peter was not surprised at all. He said: "Now this version of the spider suit is mass-produced by Asgard, and their Gods armor lining is the same material, and it will shine itself."

"In addition, Nick's little lamb had a wool, and he would yell for half an hour, denounce the quality of Asgard's products, demanding an extended warranty of 30,000 years plus two thousand times of compensation. Loki was really impatient to talk to him, so he simply asked Kama Taj to attach a demon to every Spider-Man's suit."

"You don't have to worry, these magics do not affect normal activities, and they are passively triggered shields, which can save your life when you are in danger."

Riley was no longer pretentious. He picked up the suit in one hand and looked at Peter next to him from above and said, "To be honest, I'm really a little curious about the position of Assistant Director of the S.H.E.D.."

"Don't be curious." Shadow Spider-Man immediately spoke out: "Although this position is the highest salary among all Spider-Man positions, if you don't have enough macro-awareness of economics, it's better not to apply for a job. Several Spider-Man got out of this position and was confused for several months."

Riley curled his lips and did not answer positively, but both Peter and Shadow Spider-Man saw that he must have not given up, but now they have learned to respect the fate of every Peter Parker. Anyway, there is always one Peter who is going to be unlucky, and it's not them.

Soon, Riley put on his uniform and Peter changed into his uniform. Shadow Spider-Man was still the same because his uniform was so distinctive that almost no one would admit his mistake.

Riley's Spider-Man is darker and redder, while Peter's Spider-Man is exactly the same as the Spider-Man uniform in this universe. Peter spread his hands and explained: "Peter and I share the same identity, and the software is the same account, so there is no need to be a difference."

"Is this possible?" Riley said in surprise.

"Yes." Peter nodded, and the three of them walked out, he said, "You can also pull the authentic Spider-Man of your universe over. You two share the same identity. Anyway, you are also his clone. Nick can't tell who you are with the naked eye. You can work at the same time, one is doing experiments in the laboratory, and the other takes on tasks to maintain public order. You can earn two money in the same time."

"Gwen has complained many times. The jackal of her world knows to be with Spider Silk Lake every day." Shadow Spider-Man pushed open the door and said, "It doesn't seem like he wants to do cloning experiments at all. She said she dreamed that one night another she suddenly appeared in front of her and said to her, 'I can do night shift for you'."

"It's ridiculous." Riley commented.

Having said that, this absurd and funny feeling did dispel his inner sadness. Who would have thought that the ethical issues he valued as if the sky had fallen, but in this world, it only concerns whether he could work two jobs and make two money in the same identity.

Thinking of this, Riley found that he was really a little moved. Look at other Spider-Man, especially Gwen Spider-Man, for his own world, he had to run around, work day and night, and had to travel between the two universes, and even reluctant to buy more expensive magic.

If he pulls Spider-Man from his universe over, and they share the same identity and accumulates credits for the same account, wouldn’t he be twice as good as others at the beginning?

Riley suddenly felt clever. He didn't know what was wrong with him. He suspected that there was some kind of hallucinogen in the space of this universe. Why did he start to open his mouth and shut up and make money?

Three Spider-Man walked out the corridor, Peter thought while saying, "The New Warriors stopped you from taking action among the protesters, but the masterminds would never give up. I wonder who else would they target?"

"The key is, what are they want now?" Shadow Spider-Man speculated: "They plotted against Riley in order to discredit Peter Parker, who looks the same, and the fundamental purpose was to make the people disgusted with the technology of air transport."

"Then they can do something else to achieve this goal," Peter's brows became tighter and tighter. Suddenly, he had a light of inspiration and looked at Shadow Spider-Man and said, "Queens Air Transport Technology Expo!"

"If they can create terrorist attacks there, such as causing some exhibits to explode and hurt ordinary people, it can also weaken the people's confidence in technological development. They must have planned that!"

As Peter finished speaking, the three Spider-Man began to run at the same time, jumping out of the window one after another. Soon, the spider silk shining in the sun shone in three agile figures, crossing the sky of New York, and heading to Queens at an extremely fast speed.

At this time, Schiller was sitting next to the bed in the ward of Arkham Sanatorium. He stretched out his hand and touched the forehead of the young man lying on the bed, and said: "Good news, your temperature has returned to normal today. If nothing unexpected happens, you will be cured tomorrow."

It was also Peter Parker who was lying on the hospital bed. His face was also young, but his eyes were a little distracted and his expression was a little depressed. Schiller stood up and tucked the horns of the quilt, and said, "Don't be too sad, you have done your best."

"I'm here too late." The young man's eyelashes kept trembling. He said: "I should have come here early, so maybe I can find a solution."

Peter's eyes became redder and redder, and he could hardly stop his crying tone: "Doctor Strange is dead, Black Panther is dead, Nick Fury is dead, I should have died too..."

Schiller reached out to help Peter stroke the hair on his forehead, looked into his eyes and said, "Peter, you couldn't be discharged from the hospital before because your injuries have not healed yet. Mephisto's movements are too rough. You were injured and traveled through the universe. Even if you have strong recovery, you have to recuperate for a while."

"But now, your injuries are almost healed, and only your mental state is blocking your discharge from the hospital. Sorry, judging from your current psychological assessment results, you may need to undergo long-term psychological treatment."

"No, doctor, no!" Peter grabbed Schiller's wrist and looked at him with tears in his eyes and said, "I can't delay any longer here. I need to go back and fight with my friends! I can't leave Mr. Stark, Steve and Natasha, and they have powerful enemies to deal with, I can't live a life of silence!"

Schiller didn't care about the power that Peter exerted on his wrist due to his excitement. He just took the medical record and looked at Peter calmly and said, "It is because you are so excited now that I can't let you go. Sensual thinking occupies your brain and will make you lose your basic judgment. You know, you just ran back so quickly, and there is not much more you."

Peter let go of his hand in vain and cried, saying, "Yes, I didn't help at all. Even Loki, I mean, Loki, the evil god in my world, stood up, and I did nothing."

Peter's Adam's apple kept trembling, and he whispered in a daze: "Tony will definitely hate me, Steve will do it, they will definitely think, I have the means to escape, why not use this power to save the world?"

"Why can't that powerful demon god save everyone and take me away alone? They will definitely hate me."

After saying that, Peter couldn't help but leaned against Schiller's arms, hugged his shoulders and started crying. Schiller held his back and said, "No, they won't hate you. They will definitely be very relieved. A child of such a young one has found a way to protect himself."

"Perhaps, they will also worry that the demon who took you away may hurt you, maybe they are about to find you."

Peter's body kept twitching and was already sobbing. He grabbed Schiller's shoulder and gradually clenched his hand, saying in a trembling nasal voice: "Of course, of course they want to find me, and I want to find them too."

Schiller held Peter's back extensively and said, "When you get better, you can go back. What you have to do now is to wake up from your sadness, find your reason, think about countermeasures, and we will help you."

A few minutes later, Peter was so exhausted that he curled up on the bed, but he was regaining some reason because of this fatigue. He stretched out a hand and touched his eyes, looked at Shiller and said, "I'm in the hospital. What should I do when I come to this universe to the area that needs to be maintained? Will anyone be injured?"

Shiller, sitting by the bed, quietly looked at Peter's slightly tender face. How kindness does Spider-Man need to have to be able to wake up and think about the safety of ordinary people in the jurisdiction he is responsible for.

But Schiller did not intend to comfort him, but said directly: "When you were away, something did happen there, but someone else would solve it."

Peter looked at Schiller with tears in his eyes and said, "What happened?"

His expression gradually became worried. After a few seconds, he turned over and supported the hospital bed with his hands to sit up. He said anxiously: "No, I have to go and see. I promised Nick that I can't leave the post without permission."

"You are still in the treatment period, leaving here is to leave your post." Schiller gently pressed Peter back with his hand and looked at him and said, "This is the thing. After investigation by SHIELD, someone wants to use your actions to uphold justice to provoke conflicts between the police and the protesters, and find reporters to take a photo of your face when you beat someone else to frame Peter Parker."

"They want to put Peter Parker, the hero of inter-air transport technology, into a whirlpool of public opinion, so that ordinary people can feel disgusted with new technologies."

"Whenever new technologies come on the stage and make historic breakthroughs, those who have been hurt by vested interests always use this method."

"If you can't discredit advanced technology, you will discredit those who invent and use technology. Anyway, the public only looks at the results and not the truth. As long as public opinion starts to make a splash, it will be useless to clarify it later."

Peter's expression became more and more anxious, and he was almost about to jump up. He said, "Then I have to go there quickly! What if they really succeed?"

"Don't be anxious." Schiller leaned back on the back of the chair, tapped the guardrail of the hospital bed with his pen, and said: "The young heroes have resolved the first crisis. They can't pull Peter Parker into the water, so they can only settle for the second best and send red flags at the fair about inter-air transport technology."

"You mean, they will engage in terrorist attacks at the fair, what should we do?" Peter asked very worriedly.

But Schiller suddenly smiled, turned to the side, took out a cell phone from the bedside table and handed it to Peter who was lying on the hospital bed.

Peter took it with some confusion. As soon as he opened his phone, he found that more than a dozen messages came from the Spider APP.

He looked one by one and found only one useful one at the top, and exclaimed like instinctively: "I sincerely invite Spider-Man to participate in the Queens Air Transport Technology Expo to check in... 20 credits?!! So many??!!"

He looked at it carefully and saw that the comment section below the message was full of amazement like him, and then he looked at the number of applicants above--

"Spider-Man: 169 people."

Schiller looked at Peter with a smile and said:

"Thanos is here, and he will also hammer it into meat."

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Chapter completed!