"Annie!!!" Peter staggered and took Anne, but the warmth in his hand reminded him of one fact - Anne's back of the head was severely injured!
Peter raised his hand and saw that his bloody palm was wet, and sticky blood was dripping on the ground. The blood was not his, but Anne's!
It’s not him who’s lying here, unconscious, Peter Parker!
But Anne! This woman who has never had any grudges or entanglements with the people of the motherland from beginning to end! This woman who has always encouraged him and supported him!
Anne trusted him so much that she believed they could successfully capture the people of the motherland.
But myself...but myself...
"Bang!" Peter punched the ground with anger.
He hates this incompetent self, he hates...
Why is it not him who is unconscious, but Anne?! It is obvious that he has a deep hatred against the people of the motherland! It is obviously him...
The same goes for Robert before and Anne now...
Why, why do some people always pay the price for themselves, why is it always him who enjoys the protection, it’s him, Peter Parker!
"Spider-Man!" Sandman Baker appeared in human form and pressed Peter's shoulder with his right hand.
I saw Peter looking back suddenly, with a ferocious look in his eyes, like a hyena guarding food. Baker stroked his forehead: "If Jessica hadn't gone to her best friend's house for Christmas today, otherwise I wouldn't be here in the stars."
Of course, if you work overtime in the building, you may also receive overtime pay. Overtime pay on holidays is three times the usual amount."
Baker changed the topic to the right track: "Although I don't know what happened, it seems that you have caused a big trouble. Spider-Man, if you really admit that you are Spider-Man, take this girl with you. This is our new girl."
Employee?"
Baker glanced at Annie: "Good guy, take her to the medical room quickly. Ark Company should also have a medical staff on hand, even during holidays."
Peter pursed his lips.
Baker looked at the people from the motherland who were walking slowly, and said in a deep voice: "Peter, there is another task for you. This guy in front of you is not easy to deal with. Tell Otto, if you can't arrive within fifteen minutes, I'm afraid
I have no choice but to get off work early."
Peter looked at Anne in his arms, and then at the people from the motherland who were coming.
"What? You want to leave?!" The red cloak behind the motherland was fluttering in the wind. He arrived in front of Baker in a few jumps and punched Baker's chest with both fists. However, Baker's chest instantly turned to sand and was not affected at all.
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"Squeak!" The laser beam lit up at this moment, and the people of the motherland smiled.
"My target from the beginning was not you, the security guard, but Spider-Man!"
"Really?"
A half-meter-thick earth wall rose in the distance, successfully blocking the red beam.
"Tch..." The people of the motherland could only watch as Spider-Man took the elevator and left his sight.
The successive misfortunes made him feel extremely irritable. The motherland shook his neck, and the friction between bones made a creaking sound, which was surprisingly clear in the empty hall.
"I have to admit, that guy is quite troublesome... Brother, I don't think we need to be enemies." The gentle smile of the motherland appeared again.
He seemed to be suppressing his violent emotions: "You are just an employee wearing a security uniform. This is not in line with your strength at all, right!"
"Look at me, look at me!" The motherland turned around and became happy, "This outfit, this glory, captain of the seven-man team of Walter Company, various honorary titles, and countless others outside
Countless, my fans!"
"But you are just a little security guard." The motherland said, and even pinched it with her thumb and index finger in disgust to vividly describe Baker's humble status now.
Baker showed a rare sarcastic smile: "That superman suit you're wearing that's full of bad taste?"
"I don't think my eighteen-year-old daughter would like your type, your type of naive child."
Childish children...childish...children...
Children...
"You... this guy..." The smiling face of the motherland completely froze, and he gradually raised the arc of the corners of his mouth, exaggerating his smile to a perverted level.
"Very good...very good, very good!"
Cyclops!
The laser beam swept across it, but it could only remove the sand and dust in the swept area.
"Did he already direct the sand to leave the area within the firing range before the laser beam swept across it?" The motherland man's face was gloomy.
Baker has always been hiding in the dust. The dust was transformed by Baker himself, which is equivalent to his laser beam having no way to defeat Baker.
Ordinary fist and kick attacks are powerless against this dust.
The people of the motherland narrowed their eyes. Baker could predict the trajectory of his Cyclops attack in advance...
Every time when the Cyclops is launched, the people of the motherland will gather momentum in their eye sockets for a period of time, and it is during this period of time that Baker completes the control and avoidance of the sand.
In other words, Baker judged the trajectory of his attack by the direction of his eyes!
After the people of the motherland tried Cyclops several times, they became more and more certain of this fact.
His smile became brighter and brighter, and his laser eyes were not as simple as he thought.
Cyclops!
Just when the two laser beams were emitted in parallel, the motherland actually controlled the laser beam to move closer to the center!
It's like rotating the parallel lines in the math textbook inward at the same time and turning them into intersecting lines.
The point where the two rays of light come together radiates amazing energy!
And in the center of that energy is the place where Sandman Baker's dust is most dense!
Baker immediately appeared from nearby, covering his burned arm. He smiled bitterly and said: "It seems that in less than fifteen minutes, I will have to think about the fare home."
The laser beam is still in pursuit.
"Baker, I don't think you need to worry about the fare." A robotic hand grabbed Baker and moved him back a few positions to avoid the pursuit of the laser beam.
"Doctor Octopus?" Looking at this middle-aged man with a big belly, round black-rimmed glasses, and eight mechanical arms behind his back, the people of the motherland scratched their hair and went crazy.
"If it weren't for that group of losers who are still living and drinking in the Iceberg Club, if it weren't for the person in charge of Walter Company, if it weren't for me... I would have personally led people to raze this Star Building and this Ark Company to the ground!" The motherland man no longer hesitated. Although he was not afraid of a two-on-one fight with Doctor Octopus and the security captain, the outcome of the fight was doomed from the beginning - neither side could do anything to the other. Instead of wasting time here, it would be better to
His interest has faded.
The motherland provocatively fired another laser beam, which was blocked by Doctor Octopus's mechanical arm made of high-strength aluminum alloy, and then took off into the air.
"Ark Company...right?"
"Remember it, one day, the people of the motherland will conquer this place! Kill everyone in your Ark Company, you, you, including that Spider-Man!"
"Of course, there is also the King of Heroes. Tell me, don't do dark things behind your back all day long. If you have the ability, come to me openly and give me a Cyclops Eye!"
The people of the motherland glanced at them for the last time and flew away from the Star Building.
The motherland man who slowly flew back to the Iceberg Club kept having thoughts of rebellion in his heart, but the existence of Matlin, a teacher and mother, troubled him, making him unable to make up his mind.
At this moment, a bright firework suddenly rose in the northwest sky.
And it was originally a rising rocket.
"Isn't this a rocket from the Life Foundation? Their plan failed?" the motherland man thought to himself. In order to learn more information, he subconsciously flew in the direction of the rocket explosion.
However, at the high altitude when the rocket exploded, the people of the motherland failed to discover any more abnormalities.
"There is indeed the smell of No. 5 chemical compound here, but most of the No. 5 chemical chemical has been destroyed by the flames, and not even a bit of dregs is left..." The motherland people looked around and vaguely saw a figure with outstretched wings in the distance high in the sky.
The man, when he took another closer look, he couldn't lock onto the other person's figure.