Queens, Peter's home.

Aunt Mei is busy in the living room and kitchen. It is almost time for her nephew to order home from school, so she has to start thinking about the recipes for the evening and prepare supper. But she doesn't know that just when she is busy here, an uninvited guest broke into the house without anyone noticing.

The man in black suit climbed onto the platform on the second floor of the house and climbed into Peter's room from the window on the second floor. He took off his sunglasses and looked around the room - a wardrobe, bookshelves, computer desks, and a full table for learning related books and materials. No matter how you look, it seems that it is just an ordinary student's bedroom.

The man put aside his distracting thoughts and began to search for something. He carefully flipped over the bookshelf, the bed and even the floor, and almost never let any corner go. But so far, no suspicious objects appeared.

He opened the wardrobe. The wardrobe was hung with very ordinary clothes, and it looked nothing special. The man didn't even forget to check the pockets of each coat, but still found nothing.

Finally, what attracted his attention was a black suitcase hidden on the bottom floor of the wardrobe.

It was a box that looked quite old, and its shell had been peeled off. But the locks hanging on the box looked new and looked very valued by the owner.

The man pried open the lock without much effort. At this time, if another second passes, he will see the Spider-Man battle suit lying quietly in the suitcase.

But a second before that, his wrist was suddenly strangled.

Eric appeared in the room at some point, grabbed the man's wrist and said lightly: "Isn't it good to just look at other people's things, sir?"

At the same time, outside the factory to which the Fisk Group belongs.

As Spider-Man, Peter has experienced many things in the past two years, exciting, thrilling, and crazy, among which there are also situations like playing car chase battles with the police on the street.

But at this moment, now, it is Peter Parker, an ordinary high school student, not Spider-Man.

Could it be that the identity was exposed and the government finally decided to catch Spider-Man? It shouldn't be. The ASCHD had already known his identity. If he had to take tough measures, wouldn't it be long since he took action?

Or is it a greater possibility - is all this related to a sudden job invitation?

While Peter was thinking quickly, the people were already circling around the alley behind the factory. The FBI agents chased after him, but their movement speed was simply not worth a smile than Peter. It was completely different from the harmless appearance of others. If Peter ran at full speed, even the Olympic sprint champion would be ashamed. Of course, these ordinary people would not be able to catch up.

The agents in the factory were also called out and began to encircle the alley under the command of the female leader. The agents surrounded them, blocked all possible exits, and then compressed the encirclement inward. In this way, unless the kid could fly away, there was absolutely no hope of slipping away.

However, they still lost.

The agents rushed out of each channel and gathered in the middle, and read the same information from each other from each other's face-

——He ran away.

The woman in black who led the team was incredible - could that kid really fly away?

Of course, Peter had no wings and could not fly. But he could climb, and his silk spinner was also installed in his backpack. He swung back to Queens, landed near his home, and took a deep breath to adjust for a moment.

He couldn't just be caught like this. Spider-Man's uniform is still in his bag now. Once discovered, he would be full of people and completely lost. His mind was a little confused. He leaned against the tree and spent a while before he could make his heart that was bouncing wildly calm.

Okay, calm down now... First, let's explain to Aunt Mei that you are fine, but you have to go back to get it after leaving school last night, and you may have to go home later... Then go find someone who can solve the problem and figure out what's going on...

The old house on the street has appeared in my eyes, and warm lights are revealed in the windows of the living room. Aunt Mei’s shadow was projected onto the curtains by the lights, as if she was busy and busy. The shadow looks at it from afar and feels relieved.

However, the moment he approached the house, a figure suddenly flashed out of the bush and pulled him in without saying a word.

Peter was completely unprepared for this moment - generally speaking, this would not be possible. Spider sensing would give him a premonition of even a slight threat. Since Spider sensing does not have a warning, it means that the visitor has no malice and is very likely someone he is familiar with.

Sure enough, Peter turned around and saw that it was Eric.

Peter was stunned: "What are you doing?"

Eric did not answer directly, but opened a small hole in a bush.

"Did you see that man in the phone booth at twelve o'clock?" Eric asked.

Peter looked in that direction and saw a man wearing brown sunglasses in the phone booth clamping the microphone on his shoulder with his neck and glanced at Peter's house intentionally or unintentionally.

Eric continued, "There is still three o'clock, the guy in a plaid shirt reading the newspaper. Then at seven o'clock, the man and woman sitting on the bench..."

"Wait, wait," Peter waved his hand, "You said these guys... are all here to find me?"

"I guess it should be." Eric shrugged, "You're telling me that you're being targeted?"

"Yes, and I can't guess why." Peter said irritably, "I don't know who else can help you... You look like you know a lot of big guys. Maybe you can ask ASCHEN to help me find out what's going on?"

"Fbi is looking for something." Eric said, "Something that must be very important, they feel like it's in your hands. A guy sneaked into your room and I made him faint. But before that he seemed to be trying to find something."

"My room?" Peter immediately became nervous, "Did he notice..."

"Your uniform? No. He almost found it, but I stopped him and brought you the combat uniform."

"Save." Peter breathed a sigh of relief and immediately said, "But what can they want? I don't have anything valuable to do..."

Suddenly, he was stunned, as if he had remembered something.

Immediately, he took out a red U disk.

"It won't be...it?"

"What is this?" Eric asked.

"My new job, the system running error checker." Peter said, "I am mainly responsible for connecting to the computer network to diagnose the computer, and then the possible memory errors are recorded in this USB drive... But what do FBI want me to repair the USB drive?"

Eric thought for a moment and asked, "Who is your new employer?"

"Wilson Fisk, the famous philanthropist in New York."

Eric sighed, "Okay, that might make sense."
Chapter completed!