Chapter 114: Testing

Thanks to lmxy for the tip. Also, you actually dare to call Ye Nan a loser with a combat power of only 5? Be careful, or Ye Nan will set Godzilla on you.

Ever since Peter was bitten by the spider, he had noticed his own changes. Not to mention how strong his body had become, the spider silk he released was extremely tough, like steel.

This change made him happy in his heart. Before, in the eyes of others, he had always been a cowardly and incompetent existence, someone who could be bullied. But from now on, he was no longer a weak person; anyone who bullied him would have to pay the price.

Just as he was happy, news reached his ears: in a certain small town, everyone had died mysteriously. With his high skills and bold heart, driven by justice and guaranteed by his power, he confidently ran over.

Boom! A cannonball suddenly flew in from outside the sky. Peter, who was running at full speed, was startled and hurriedly dodged to avoid it.

"Who are you?" Peter landed and asked the cold-faced man standing in the open space.

"Energy index is two, with weak fluctuations."

Arnold looked at Peter with lifeless eyes. The energy detection system in his eyes constantly scanned Peter, constructing a fluctuation map in his intelligent chip, faithfully recording Spider-Man's energy changes.

"My name is Arnold," Arnold said, then stomped his feet and rushed toward Spider-Man, his iron fists striking fiercely at him.

His iron fists were true iron fists. Unlike the ordinary Terminator T-800, as a bodyguard, his entire body was made of a type of alloy. The hardness of this alloy was five times that of the hardest alloy currently available; it was a secret research project of a company under Douglas, which Ye Nan had managed to get onto Arnold.

Under this punch, Peter was almost stunned. When had he ever seen such an attack—striking to kill without saying a word?

He only felt a chill strike him, and goosebumps rose all over his body. His inner vigilance told him that if this punch landed, it would definitely not feel good.

"What kind of monster is this?" Peter extended his right hand, and three strands of spider silk shot from his fingertips, sticking to a rock. He flew over, avoiding Arnold's punch.

"Energy index is two, with a slight upward trend."

The intelligent chip in Arnold's mind drew a small peak on the fluctuation map. If one didn't pay close attention, they wouldn't notice it at all.

"Who exactly are you, and what are you saying?" Peter looked at Arnold and asked, puzzled. After all, he was still an ordinary person who knew that hitting people was against the law and required compensation, so he wouldn't strike unless absolutely necessary. His home was very poor and couldn't afford any trouble.

If it weren't for seeing the report in the small newspaper about the murders in the town, he wouldn't have come here to see what was going on.

"Didn't expect to run into a pervert as soon as I arrived, attacking without saying a word."

Arnold ignored Peter; he only knew how to faithfully execute orders.

Arnold's body bent slightly, and he rushed out like a rocket, his iron leg sweeping out horizontally.

Peter used the same trick, his fingers slightly spread, and strands of spider silk shot out immediately. He moved and was about to fly away.

Ah!

Arnold's right fist lifted fiercely, colliding with Peter's body and knocking the Spider-Man who was about to fly away flying.

"Who exactly are you?" Peter clutched the painful area and looked at Arnold, murmuring, "Why are you attacking me?"

"Energy index is two, energy trend slightly falling."

Arnold walked over, lifted his right foot, and stomped down fiercely...

Peter swung his hands, grabbed Arnold's right foot, and the muscles on his arms bulged, throwing Arnold away.

"Energy index is two, energy trend increasing significantly, about to break through to three."

Arnold climbed up from the ground, his eyes constantly detecting Peter, investigating the energy index Peter displayed in battle, and probing his explosive power.

"If you don't say who you are and why you're attacking me, don't blame me for striking back. Even if we go to court, I'm just acting in self-defense."

Peter climbed up from the ground, his chest hurting slightly. That strike from Norman just now had caused him no small amount of damage. He had never thought that human strength could reach such a level. If his body hadn't already undergone changes and his constitution hadn't been greatly enhanced, he would likely have been knocked out of combat by that strike.

"My name is Arnold. I am here under the orders of S. H. I. E. L. D. to test whether you are qualified to join our S. H. I. E. L. D."

Arnold had originally intended to continue attacking, but the order from Ye Nan made him stop.

"S. H. I. E. L. D.?" Peter was shocked. How could he not know about S. H. I. E. L. D., which had been in the spotlight recently? However, S. H. I. E. L. D.'s reputation was as rotten as it could get. An agency that should have been disbanded not only existed but was openly threatening the ICQ company to hand over its secrets.

"I heard long ago that ICQ company had robots. You must be a robot, manufactured using data obtained from ICQ company," Peter said through gritted teeth. He didn't know why he was gritting his teeth; he just despised and was dissatisfied with S. H. I. E. L. D.'s actions. Of course, it was also because the sister of the ICQ company president was Jessica, his dream goddess.

"My name is Arnold No. 1," Arnold said.

"So it is as I thought." Peter immediately understood. No. 1 represented the first robot. He guessed that Arnold must have been just manufactured by S. H. I. E. L. D., which coincided with recent events.

"S. H. I. E. L. D. people are truly shameless. Wanting me to join such an agency is simply a dream," Peter cursed angrily. All the confusion from just now had been cleared up.

"This town—was it also killed by you S. H. I. E. L. D. people?"

"That's right. They saw the military's secrets, so they should be cleaned up," Arnold answered without hesitation.

"Indeed." Peter widened his eyes, his fingernails digging into his flesh, drawing blood, without even realizing it.

"The tens of thousands of people in the town died just like that, merely because of a bullshit order to protect so-called bullshit secrets, and you slaughtered the entire town. You guys are truly great."

"S. H. I. E. L. D. exists to protect American citizens and for the interests of America. Sacrificing a small portion is worth it," Arnold said expressionlessly.

"Bullshit! What bullshit 'interests of America'? What is America? America is the people. Only with people can there be an America. You sacrifice the people for bullshit interests and still wear the banner of saving the country. It's simply bullshit!" Peter pointed at Arnold's nose and cursed angrily.

"We are justice. Those who violate our orders are evil and should be eliminated." Arnold raised his right hand, and the originally human-like hand slowly decomposed, turning into a hollow cannon.

"Particle cannon, fire." ===== CHAPTER 115 =====