In the utility room, the middle-aged Peter Spider looked at the little black spider that was knocked to the ground in one fell swoop. He had to admit that although in terms of time, the little black spider took longer to acquire abilities (7 days), Peter Spider

His combat talent is much higher than that of Little Black Spider.

Especially after a morning of practical assessment, the performance of the two is even more different.

This gap made the middle-aged Peter Spider dim his thoughts.

In fact, he originally wanted to propose that by trusting the little black spider, Bede could also go home.

But now it seems that the little black spider is obviously unable to bear the heavy responsibility.

So I had to give up.

He leaned down and helped the little black spider uncover the spider silk on its body.

The little black spider was a little angry, and was about to rush out of the window to catch up, but was held down by the middle-aged Peter Spider.

"That's enough, Miles, you're not ready yet, give up."

The little black spider said angrily: "What are you not prepared for? I'm completely prepared! I can do it!"

The middle-aged Peter Spider grabbed his clothes, pulled him in front of him, and shouted: "If you are really ready, use your electricity to stun me. Or you can become invisible and walk past me.

If you say you want to hide it, hide it!"

After all, he is also the first person he meets in this world.

If possible, he still wants to give him another chance.

The little black spider was stunned for a moment, clenched his fists, and started working hard.

But it was obvious that it was just a morning of exercise, and the fact that he was suffering a severe mental trauma due to his uncle's injury even made him doubt himself.

All of this caused him to lose the freedom to control his abilities.

No matter how hard he tried, nothing happened.

Electric current is also good.

Just be invisible.

None.

"Miles, please stay with your uncle. I believe you also hope that you can get the news that he has successfully passed the life-and-death crisis as soon as possible, right?" The middle-aged Peter Spider loosened his clothes and said.
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The little black spider's originally excited heart was calmed down by the middle-aged Peter Spider with just one sentence.

The scene when Uncle Aaron was getting along with him once again appeared in his mind, and the scene where Uncle Aaron lay dying in his arms after being shot not long ago also emerged.

The light in his eyes gradually disappeared.

The middle-aged Peter Spider became increasingly disappointed, and his last thoughts were completely wiped out by him.

He gently patted the little black spider on the shoulder: "Goodbye, Miles."

"Goodbye." The little black spider raised his hand, only to find that the middle-aged Peter Spider had disappeared into the window.

He chased him to the window and asked loudly: "How will I know if I am ready?"

The figure wearing a red and blue spider suit paused on the wall and replied: "You will never know, this is a belief!"

Then, he moved again.

The little black spider froze in place, looking at the street in the distance. He could vaguely see a figure wearing a red and blue spider suit, swaying with spider silk and gradually walking away, and finally disappeared around the corner.

Finally, he murmured: "Goodbye, everyone..."

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The night in New York has many aspects.

For civilian areas, this is a paradise for carnival and crime.

For the rich area, this is the summary and ending of a good day.

Today, in the towering Fisk Building, a well-known hero is also making the final summary and ending of his life.

"Our Most Beloved Spider-Man" Memorial Service!

The organizer is Mr. Wilson Fisk, the city’s great philanthropist and entrepreneur!

The Fisk Building is a skyscraper with more than 30 floors and a height of nearly 200 meters. Even in the city of New York where there are many high-rise buildings, it is one of the rare ones.

But no one knows how much black money was used to build this building.

Of course, few people care about this.

People who know this won’t talk about it, and people who don’t know this may never know it in their lifetime.

You will know this just by looking at the celebrities and ladies getting off the vehicles one after another.

They were dressed in gold and silver, elegantly dressed, and had friendly smiles on their faces.

Obviously, for them, this so-called memorial service and charity dinner are just activities used by them to meet their social needs through the name of Spider-Man.

It’s no different from those previous activities.

Several figures suddenly appeared among the crowd.

A man with a big belly, a man with a strong figure, a woman with a graceful figure, and... a little girl sitting on a round mecha.

The four of them were either wearing spider suits or had similar logos.

These four people are incompatible with the crowd entering the building now.

"Are these waiters too? I heard that all the waiters tonight are dressed as Spider-Man." A well-dressed man said.

"Obviously, but these clothes are so ugly, please don't come to my place then!" The man's companion was a woman in an evening dress, and she looked at Bede and the others with some disgust and said.

Another man, also wearing a crisp suit, probably happened to hear the conversation between the two people, and asked curiously: "Isn't there a memorial service for Mr. Spider-Man Parker tonight? Why did the waiter dress up as Spider-Man?

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"Giggle~" the woman laughed and replied, "Isn't Spider-Man our 'good neighbor'? Isn't it normal to serve us?"

"These bastards." Bede clenched his fists. Although he had never seen the Ultimate Spider with his own eyes, he had learned a lot about fighting villains for this city in the past ten years.

It can be said that he has saved this city and even the world from danger several times.

He was a true hero, but he was treated like this after his death.

At this time, a gentle hand took Bede's arm.

Gwen Spider whispered: "Don't pay attention to them, we have what we have to do."

The middle-aged Peter Spider on the side also said: "We can't make everyone like us, and that's okay, Bede."

"You're not angry at all?" Bede asked.

Gwen Spider shook his head: "In my world, there are much worse things than this. If you get angry about this kind of thing every day, how can you get angry?"

"That's right, if you really can't get angry, you can also think about the people and things that make you happy," the middle-aged Peter Spider patiently enlightened.

For him, Bede and Little Black Spider are both juniors.

From now on, they will all go their own ways.

As a senior, he naturally wants to make their journey as smooth as possible so that they don't have to go through the same things he has gone through.

"Yes, I understand." Bede nodded.

"Hey, Bideo Nissan, eat a candy. It's so sweet. It will drive away all the unhappiness!" Penny fed a candy from the side.

After Bede opened his mouth and ate it, he felt much better.
Chapter completed!