Chapter 875: Starry Splendor (XVII)

"Spider-Man! Go stop them! Don't let the monster hurt the citizens of New York!

!" Gwen held Dr. Dora's body, her eyes red, and said to Spider-Man, "Hurry! Save them..."

Spider-Man's arms trembled, but after pausing for a moment, he still swung down with spider silk and entered the battlefield of the two huge monsters.

The two monsters, which looked almost exactly the same, damaged countless buildings in the process of fighting each other. Many people were crushed under the building fragments and screamed. Spider-Man moved the heavy objects covering them away, but because of the traffic jam, the ambulance couldn't get in at all, and the wounded couldn't be transported out.

Just at this moment, a siren sounded. Several police cars drove over from the side street and stopped at the intersection of the street where Spider-Man was. The police officers rushed out of the cars. One old policeman holding a gun waved his hand and said to his subordinates, "Quick, clear the road, and then go save people!"

Spider-Man turned his head and saw that on the skyline, the two monsters were chasing each other. The dust and smoke rising from the collapsed buildings were like the morning mist, drifting away with the wind.

Just as he was hesitating whether to go deep into the battlefield or stay here to save people, he saw that the old policeman was running toward him. When he rushed out from the dust, Spider-Man saw clearly that it was Gwen's father, George.

"Spider-Man, hurry to the front, there is a riot there, you must stop them, leave this place to us."

Spider-Man glanced at him, then fired spider silk and continued to swing forward. Until he arrived at the location where the two monsters were fighting, he discovered that the riot George spoke of was a train that had gone out of control.

A foreign object on the track caused the train's braking system to fail. The train, moving at full speed, could not stop immediately and was heading straight toward the end of the street.

The pedestrians were all very flustered, screaming and dodging. When a red and blue figure landed on the roof of the train, everyone was shouting "Spider-Man."

However, Spider-Man on the roof of the train had no time to enjoy being the center of attention. The train's braking system was broken, and it kept rushing forward, with no intention of stopping at all.

If the train were allowed to rush straight through the building, besides the passengers on the train, the personnel on the lower floors of the building would also be hard-pressed to escape disaster. Spider-Man knew that he had to stop the train from moving forward.

Spider-Man, standing on the roof of the train, thought of using spider silk. However, if he only used spider silk, no matter which side of the train he stuck it to, it would cause the train to roll over immediately. Although that wouldn't endanger the people in the building, the people on the train would be unlikely to survive. Spider-Man knew this wouldn't work.

If he wanted to stop the train from moving forward, he had to apply resistance to both sides simultaneously. But he didn't have any equipment that could fire spider silk in two directions at the same time and connect them together. And now, wanting to build one on the spot was definitely too late.

Spider-Man, squatting on the roof of the train, lowered his head to dodge a wire, then a strand of spider silk stuck to the building beside him. He left the train and swung over the top of the train at a speed faster than the train.

Spider-Man, exerting his full strength, soon became level with the train's speed, then began to overtake the train until he reached a position level with the train's head.

Spider-Man jumped down again and stood above the train's head. At this time, in the direction the train was facing, on the glass curtain wall of the building, was the dark sky and the heavy, impending clouds.

Spider-Man took a few deep breaths, jumped down, and arrived outside the driver's cab. The train conductor's eyes widened. He saw Spider-Man put a web-shooter on his other hand as well, stand at the head of the train, raise both hands, and fire spider silk.

Two strands of spider silk were fired out at an extremely fast speed, like two bullets. At the moment they stuck to the building's wall, they were firmly fixed there.

Because the timing of the launch was just right, there was no phenomenon of rolling over caused by force on one side. But the next second, after the spider silk tightened, Spider-Man let out a scream.

The connection point of the spider silk from the two directions was precisely Spider-Man's body.

Spider-Man gripped the spider silk tightly, his whole body's muscles tensed, and he began to exert his strength. But before this, he hadn't made any preparations. The process of releasing strength was not easy, but very painful. He felt his body gradually being torn apart.

But the good news was that he felt the resistance decreasing, which meant that the train was slowing down, and it hadn't derailed or rolled over, and was about to stop smoothly.

The out-of-control train moving at high speed slowly stopped. When Spider-Man let go, he was breathing heavily. This had drained more than half of his physical strength. At the same time, it made him unable to feel his arms, and even the muscles on his chest felt like they were going to catch fire.

Cheers rang in his ears, but they stopped abruptly and turned into screams. Spider-Man looked up and saw the red monster land, lift a piece of building fragment, and smash it toward the green monster.

With a "whoosh," when Spider-Man swung up after firing spider silk, severe pain spread from his forearm to his side. But he gritted his teeth and saved the pedestrians on the path of the flying building fragment. Then, he heard another "boom" behind him; the kitchen of another shop exploded, and the fire spread almost in an instant.

The flames spread upward, almost about to burn the low-hanging clouds. The rolling black smoke added another touch of depth to the clouds. When he came out of the shop that had been burned to a crisp, Spider-Man heard the rumbling of thunder. It was raining in New York.

His uniform was covered in black ash, but he had no time to clean it. He swung up almost immediately, and then kicked the side of the red monster's neck with a side kick.

Such a collision should have had no suspense. The Red Hulk, after all, was not the real Hulk and didn't have the powerful strength of the original Hulk. However, after Spider-Man, who was already near exhaustion, kicked him, the Red Hulk only swayed slightly, then turned around, grabbed Spider-Man's foot, and threw him out.

Spider-Man landed on the ground. The rain was getting heavier and heavier. He saw that the puddle beside his head reflected the gradually extinguishing streetlights. The night was already deep.

Steve's words rang in his ears. He whispered, "Tactics... tactics..."

He climbed up from the ground. The rainwater washed away the stains on his uniform. After the uniform became shiny again, Spider-Man leaped up once more and began the fight with the red monster.

Spider-Man discovered that after he didn't have the physical strength to go head-to-head with the Red Hulk, he changed his tactics and began to interfere and guide.

The Green Hulk, who was fighting the Red Hulk, was obviously not as clear-headed as the Red Hulk and basically didn't know any tactics. Therefore, even though his strength was stronger than the Red Hulk's, he could only fight him to a draw. But after Spider-Man joined the battlefield, the battle situation became clear.

Spider-Man used tactics to put pressure on the Red Hulk, forcing him to face the pressure of the Green Hulk head-on. Coupled with spider silk traps and Spider-Man's flexible sneak attacks, it didn't take long before the Red Hulk was beaten into a retreat.

The red giant fell with a roar. The Green Hulk stretched out his arms in the rain and hammered his chest, roaring, "Hulk!

!" And Spider-Man stood on the roof of a high building nearby, looking down at one military-camouflaged vehicle after another driving into the scene. They took out modern firearms and weapons, pointing them at Hulk, and also at him.

And this time, Spider-Man didn't raise his hands, let out screams, or try to talk to them with jokes like he used to. Instead, he just stood on the roof, looking down at the gun barrels pointed at him.

He saw the Red Hulk gradually shrink his body. General Ross, wearing a military uniform, climbed up from the ground. He shouted, "Catch Hulk!

Catch that damn monster, and Spider-Man too!

!"

"These unstable elements should be cleared out. These damn, incredibly strong monsters are humanity's enemies!

!"

Spider-Man didn't say a word, standing silently in the dark, shadow-filled sky. This was the first time he hadn't stood with ordinary people.

This posture of looking down on all living things was more like the gold and red figure that often stayed on the roof of Stark Tower.

The communicator on his suit rang. Someone was calling him.

"Hello? Peter? It rained heavily today, and a few households on Forest Avenue have lost power. Your uncle went out to fix it. The balcony on the roof seems to be leaking a bit. On your way back, can you buy some tools? We have to fix it..."

"Okay, Aunt May, but I might only be able to go back later." Spider-Man, standing on the roof, took a deep breath and said, "... I still have to say goodbye to my friends."

"Oh, are you with your friends? Then there's no need to rush back. They are all small problems anyway, but if you want to come back for dinner, I'll start preparing now..."

Hanging up the phone, Spider-Man let out that breath again, fired a strand of spider silk, and disappeared into the streets of New York.

Returning home, Peter wiped his soaked hair with his clothes. But when he walked in the door, he still heard Aunt May's scream, "My God! Where did you go? Did you run back? Why is your hair all wet? Come over quickly, take a towel..."

Peter took the towel somewhat silently and wiped his head with it. Aunt May stood at the kitchen door, one hand supporting the door frame, tilting her head, and looked at Peter, saying, "What's wrong? Did you quarrel with your friends? You shouldn't have rushed back, it wasn't a big deal..."

After finishing, she wiped her hands on her apron and then walked back into the kitchen. Peter arrived at the balcony and found that there was some accumulated water on the balcony upstairs, and because the building was too old, water was seeping down from the cracks, soaking the walls of his own home.

"We should go buy a detached house." Peter said while mixing waterproof materials, "Right in Midtown, right on the street next to us..."

During dinner, Aunt May kept glancing at Peter, while Peter just buried his head in his meal, no longer talking incessantly about his experiences at school like he used to.

After Aunt May finished eating, she said while tidying up her plate, "If you feel unhappy, then go get some sleep. Tomorrow, everything will be fine."

Peter stopped his movements, put down his plate, swallowed the food in his mouth, looked at Aunt May, and said, "Aunt May, do you think I am very immature? Always taking things too simply, liking to fight alone..."

Aunt May carried the plate toward the kitchen and said while walking, "Your uncle was like this when he was young, but now you have seen it, he often keeps the saying 'one good man needs three helpers' on his lips. However, you are still early."

Sitting at the dining table, Peter wiped his mouth and said, "No, perhaps starting now is just right."

Arriving at the balcony, Peter looked at the dark clouds over New York City and the heavy rain that still hadn't stopped. Schiller's words echoed in his ears.

Accompanied by the noisy sound of rain, his whisper disappeared into the damp and cold air.

"Spiders spin webs, a web that is everywhere, a web from which no one can escape..." ===== CHAPTER 876 =====