Chapter 894

"Spider-Man! Go stop them! Don't let the monsters hurt the citizens of New York!!!" Gwen, holding Dr. Dora's corpse, said to Spider-Man with red-rimmed eyes: "Go! Save them..."

Spider-Man's arms began to tremble, but after a momentary pause, he still swung down with his web and entered the battlefield of the two giant monsters.

The two monsters, which looked almost exactly the same, had damaged countless buildings in the process of fighting each other; many people were trapped under the building debris, screaming. Spider-Man moved the heavy objects covering them, but because of the traffic jam, ambulances couldn't get in at all, and the wounded couldn't be transported out.

Just at this moment, a siren sounded, and several police cars drove over from the street nearby 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, then go save people!"

Spider-Man looked back and saw that on the skyline, the two monsters were chasing each other, and the dust and smoke from the collapsing buildings were like the morning mist, vanishing with the wind.

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

"Spider-Man, go to the front quickly, there's a riot there, you must stop them, leave this place to us."

Spider-Man glanced at him, then fired a web and continued to swing forward. Only when he arrived at the location where the two monsters were fighting did he discover that the riot George spoke of was a train that had lost control.

Foreign objects on the tracks caused the train's braking system to fail; the train, moving at full speed, could not stop immediately and was charging straight toward the end of the street.

Pedestrians were all very panicked, 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 had no time to enjoy the spotlight; 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 charge straight through the building, besides the passengers on the train, the personnel on the lower floors of the building would also find it hard to escape disaster. Spider-Man knew he had to stop the train from moving forward.

Standing on the roof of the train, Spider-Man thought of using his webs, but if he only used webs, no matter which side of the train he stuck them to, it would cause the train to capsize immediately. Although that wouldn't endanger the people in the building, the people on the train would find it hard to survive. Spider-Man knew this wouldn't work.

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 webs in two directions at once and connect them together, and now, wanting to build one on the spot was definitely too late.

Spider-Man, crouching on the roof of the train, lowered his head to dodge a wire, then stuck a web onto the building nearby, left the train, and swung over the top of the train at a speed faster than the train itself.

Spider-Man, exerting his full strength, soon leveled his speed with the train, then began to overtake it until he reached a position level with the front of the train.

Spider-Man jumped down again and stood above the front of the train, while at this time, in the direction the train was facing, on the glass curtain wall of the building, were the gloomy sky and heavy, impending clouds.

Spider-Man took a few deep breaths, jumped down, and came to the outside of 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 front of the train, raise both hands, and fire the webs.

Two webs were fired at an extremely high speed, like two bullets, and the moment they stuck to the building wall, they were firmly fixed there.

Because the timing of the launch was just right, there was no phenomenon of capsizing due to force being applied to one side, but the next second, after the webs pulled taut, Spider-Man let out a scream.

The junction point of the webs from the two directions was Spider-Man's own body.

Spider-Man grabbed the webs 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 his strength was not easy, but very painful. He felt his body being gradually torn apart.

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

The high-speed runaway train slowly came to a stop. When Spider-Man let go, he was panting violently; this had drained more than half of his stamina, and at the same time, it made him unable to feel his arms, and even the muscles on his chest felt like they were on fire.

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

With a "whoosh," as Spider-Man swung up, sharp pain spread from his forearm to his waist, but he gritted his teeth and saved the pedestrians in the path of the flying building debris. Then, he heard another "boom" behind him; the kitchen of another shop had exploded, and the fire spread almost instantly.

The flames spread upward, almost reaching the low-hanging clouds, and the rolling black smoke added another layer of gloom to the clouds. When he came out of the charred shop, Spider-Man heard rumbling thunder; it was raining in New York.

His suit was covered in black ash, but he had no time to clean it; he swung up almost immediately and kicked the red monster on the side of its neck.

Such a collision should have had no suspense; the red Hulk was, after all, 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. He saw the puddle next to his head reflecting the gradually extinguishing streetlights; the night was already deep.

Steve's words rang in his ears, and he whispered: "Tactics... tactics..."

He climbed up from the ground; the rain washed away the stains on his suit, and after the suit 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 stamina to go head-to-head with the Red Hulk, he changed his tactics and began to interfere and guide.

The Green Hulk fighting the Red Hulk was clearly not as clear-headed as the Red Hulk and almost didn't know any tactics, so even though his strength was greater than the Red Hulk's, he could only fight him to a draw. But after Spider-Man joined the battlefield, the 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, and combined with web traps and Spider-Man's agile sneak attacks, before long, the Red Hulk was beaten into a steady retreat.

The red giant collapsed with a roar, and the Green Hulk stretched out his arms in the rain, beat his chest, and roared: "HULK!!!!"

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

And this time, Spider-Man didn't raise his hands, scream, or try to joke around and talk to them 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, and General Ross, wearing a military uniform, climbed up from the ground. He shouted: "Catch the Hulk!! Catch that damn monster, and Spider-Man too!!!"

"These unstable elements should be cleared out; these damn, infinitely powerful monsters are the enemies of humanity!!!"

Spider-Man didn't say a word, standing silently in the shadows of the 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 that red and gold figure that often stopped on the roof of Stark Tower.

The communicator on his suit rang; someone was calling him.

"Hello? Peter? It's raining heavily today, a few households on Forest Street have lost power, your uncle went out to fix it, and the balcony on the top floor 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 don't rush back, they're just small problems, but if you're coming back for dinner, I'll start preparing now..."

Hanging up the phone, Spider-Man let out that breath again, fired a web, 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 here quickly, take a towel..."

Peter took the towel somewhat silently and placed it on his head to wipe it. Aunt May stood at the kitchen door, one hand supporting the doorframe, tilting her head, looking at Peter and saying: "What's wrong? Did you have a fight with your friends? You shouldn't have rushed back, and it's nothing major..."

After speaking, she wiped her hands on her apron and then walked back into the kitchen. Peter came to the balcony and found that there was some standing water on the balcony upstairs, and because the building was too old, water was seeping down through the cracks, soaking the wall 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 this one..."

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

After Aunt May finished eating, she said while clearing her plate: "If you feel unhappy, then go take a nap. Tomorrow, everything will be fine."

Peter stopped his movements, put down his plate, and after swallowing the food in his mouth, looked at Aunt May and said: "Aunt May, do you think I'm very immature? Always seeing things too simply, liking to fight alone..."

Aunt May carried the plate toward the kitchen, saying as she walked: "Your uncle was like that when he was young, but now you've seen it, he often has the saying 'a good man needs three helpers' on his lips, but you're still early for that."

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 cold, damp air.

"Spiders spin webs, a web that is everywhere, a web no one can escape..."