Fisk Group, a factory.

The convoy braked in front of the factory gate with a harsh "slipping" sound, and men in black-clad sunglasses dressed like agents in the movie jumped out of the car one after another. They all wore headsets and lined up neatly to break in through the gate, with their forcing auras that made people dare not get close.

The head of the factory received the news and quickly came out and said, "I am the head of the place here. Who are you? What do you want to do?"

The man in the lead sunglasses took out the ID from the inside of his shirt, which contained the three letters "fbi" written on it.

"We're here to find one of your employees who are suspected of leaking national defense security secrets."

"Our employees?" the person in charge was stunned and asked, "Who?"

"Peter Parker."

And just as the conversation happened, the protagonist Peter Parker, whom they spoke, had already eavesdropped on all this in the room. When they broke into the door, Peter had already crawled out of the open window of the room and climbed up to the roof like a spider.

But how did things develop to this point?

He is not very clear about what he has learned now, so he can only make a guess.

The story probably starts yesterday.

Yesterday, Horn Daily.

"What the hell is this shooting, Parker!?"

The one who made such an almost non-human roar was James, the newspaper owner who worked in Peter. Although this old guy is so old, his energy is much more vigorous than that of a young man. His mouth never stops like a heavy mortar. He seems very dissatisfied with everyone. If any employee in the office of the Horn Daily was not scolded by him one day, it would definitely be that person who didn't come to work today.

James threw the photos taken by Peter to the ground one by one, and said endlessly "garbage, garbage" in his mouth. Peter had to squat on the ground and pick up the photos he threw away, each of which was the protagonist of Spider-Man.

This is how he makes money now - taking selfies for himself, which also makes him the Spider-Man official photographer famous by the Horn Daily. Unfortunately, although the boss has been using his photos, he never gave half a comment that even if it is close to the meaning of praise.

And today James seemed to be in a particularly bad mood. After throwing all the photos, he shouted loudly: "Enough, Parker! What I want to see is the moment when the wall-climbing bug failed, rather than how he beat up a few more nameless gangsters every day. If you don't take some truly valuable photos, you'll be fired!"

"But, Mr. James, I think Spider-Man inspired the hope of the citizens. Readers want to see these..."

James raised his eyebrows: "You talk back to me, Parker!? I take back the previous words - you are fired now, go out!"

Peter put away his photo and left the Horn Daily Building in disappointment. Of course, he knew this weird-tempered boss. Although he was shouting "You were fired", he would not remember any problems if you go to work as usual tomorrow.

"Peter Parker?"

Peter stopped and looked across the street. The person who called him was a blonde man in a green suit. He looked less than thirty years old, but his behavior looked like a successful businessman.

"Who are you?" Peter asked.

"My name is Richard Fisk, a friend." The man smiled and said, "I want to offer you a job."

An hour later, Peter had followed the man to an extended Rolls-Royce Phantom and came to a greenhouse in the city. In the past, Peter never thought that he would have the chance to sit on such an expensive toy - of course, squatting on the roof of the car would not count, otherwise he had been sitting a lot.

"I've learned in detail that you have excellent grades and have won several technology awards in high school alone." Richard Fisk said as he led Peter into the greenhouse. "You are an impressive and excellent kid, and your character is trustworthy. But one thing is more important than these, and I guess you're wondering why we offer you such a good job, right?"

Peter nodded and admitted, "Yes."

Richard smiled slightly: "Because you saved my father's life."

"What?" Peter was surprised.

Richard pushed open the door, and Wilson Fisk was standing among the flowers in the greenhouse, holding a delicate scissor in his hand, as if he was playing with flowers and grass. Seeing Peter come in, he immediately piled up a smile on his face.

"Maybe you don't remember it anymore, so please allow me to introduce myself, young Mr. Parker. My name is Wilson Fisk, an entrepreneur," he said.

Peter then remembered. A week ago, Wilson Fisk attended a speech as the initiator of a charity fund. Peter also went to the scene as a photographer sent by the Horn Daily. Someone tried to take the opportunity to snipe Wilson, but Peter's spider sensing warning was dangerous, so he bravely stepped forward and pushed Fisk away, saving his life.

Peter didn't know the later part of the matter. At that time, Fisk told reporters that it was normal for a successful businessman to make enemies everywhere and did not take it seriously.

"After that day, I kept thinking about how to repay you." Fisker said with a kind smile. "I carefully investigated your background and hoped to find something that could help you... Then I found that the uncle, who was the pillar of your family, seemed to have passed away in a robbery dispute, and your family is now experiencing an economic crisis."

"Uncle Ben." Peter said sadly, "Uncle Ben's death is my fault."

"You are a very good child and have been kind to me, so I feel it is necessary to help you." Fisker said seriously. "I offer you a job and I believe my son has already talked about the salary on the way. If you feel unsatisfied, you can add it. The tasks you need to do are also very easy. You only need to complete a fixed amount of tasks every week, and will not delay your studies. As I said before, all I want to do is repay your kindness and extend a helping hand to the person you need most at the right time - this is also my creed in dealing with people."

He said, reaching out his hand to Peter.

Peter stared at him for a moment, and finally believed that good luck occasionally landed on the good man. He smiled slightly and grabbed Fisker's huge palm. He found that the other party's hand was unexpectedly powerful.

A day later, now.

After Peter crawled out of the window, he jumped to the ground and walked quickly to leave. He had to go back quickly to find the Avengers or Aegis, and any one who could help him figure out what was going on now.

And he stopped suddenly before he had just taken a few steps.

"Mr. Parker." A woman in black was blocked, leading two agents in sunglasses and walked quickly towards Peter, "You have to go with us."
Chapter completed!