Gwen Spider: I'm from Prototype

Chapter 29 The Crow Who Crashed and Died

"Boom!"

The "Oldsmobile Dagger" suffered a violent impact and slid sideways to the leftmost direction of the road.

As if waking up from a dream, Coulson immediately stepped on the brakes and adjusted the steering wheel at the same time.

"Squeak!"

The car made a harsh friction sound on the road, and the thick black brake marks were deeply imprinted on the ground.

Enduring the pain of the impact, Coulson gritted his teeth and worked hard to control the car so that it would not roll over.

However, a truck in the same lane couldn't stop and crashed into it.

"Oh!"

The leaning body of the "Oldsmobile Dagger" driven by Coulson was directly knocked over and rolled several times on the ground.

"boom!"

There was a deafening sound!

The "Oldsmobile Dagger" overturned and rushed out several meters with the help of inertia.

"Hoohoo!"

Coulson, whose body was trapped in the car, breathed heavily, his consciousness blurred for a while.

With his head down and bound by the seat belt, he raised his hand with difficulty and stroked his aching forehead.

Bright red blood instantly covered the palm of his hand.

Regardless of the blood flowing from his forehead, he stretched out his other arm and stretched out towards the shattered windshield of the car with difficulty.

Pushing the windshield away with all my strength, I took a few breaths of fresh air.

Trying to suppress the drowsiness in his body, he took out his mobile phone and pressed the emergency signal.

At this time, the crowd of onlookers was also increasing, and the noisy sound reached Coulson's ears, causing his head to ache even more.

He raised his head and glanced at the crowd gradually gathering outside.

The white man who knocked over his car stood on the periphery of the crowd and was watching him.

The coldness emanating from the opponent's eyes, as well as the invisible aura emanating from him, made Coulson see him at first sight.

Especially those eyes, even if the other person changed from a bald head to another person, they still exude the same stern look.

Remembering those distinctive eyes, Coulson could no longer suppress his drowsiness, closed his eyes and passed out completely.

Outside the crowd, Peter watched the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent fall into a coma and shook his head.

Turning around, he took out the sunglasses from his suit pocket, put them on, and walked towards the SUV.

Sirens sounded in the distance, and the police and ambulance personnel were rushing here.

Next, Mr. Agent will recuperate in the hospital. It is estimated that the investigation into the "Spring Ball Tragedy" will be temporarily terminated.

He didn't feel guilty about crashing a "good old man agent" into the hospital, and continued to get in the car and drive towards the Osborne Building.

"Welcome, boys!"

"Since 1973, Osborne Industries has been providing a steady stream of innovative materials for manufacturing, compression, automotive, chemical processing, and many other global industries."

On the first floor of the Osborne Building, the guide lady is explaining the glorious history of the company to the tourists visiting the Osborne Enterprise.

"We are a leading manufacturer in the world. Osborne Enterprises operates 110 manufacturing plants and 7 research and development institutions all over the world. We are committed to manufacturing products that can replace those extremely dangerous acid melting agents."

The lady guide led the tourists and said as they walked, "Everyone follow me this way, and you will see it next."

Peter stood behind the tourists and waited for all the tourists to leave before he started to walk upstairs according to the memory of the bald head he had absorbed.

If it was the original Peter, this should be his dream workplace.

unfortunately
He turned and looked at the sign "Osborne Industries: Committed to Your Future" plastered on the lobby wall.

It's a pity that I am no longer the original Peter Parker.

This is not the future I hope for.

Taking the elevator to the twelfth floor, according to the bald head's memory, he walked to the chairman's office where Norman Osborn worked.

"Hey Mike!"

He had just taken two steps when he saw his superior, the head of Osborne's security department, walking towards him.

"I've been trying to contact you, but your cell phone has been disconnected. Don't tell me that you messed up the task the boss ordered."

The capable person in charge asked him in a bad tone: "Is it because of this that you refused to answer my call?"

At this time, Peter has a bald appearance, and he is not worried that he will be exposed.

"There was a little accident, the target accidentally escaped."

Peter said in a bald-headed tone.

"Damn!"

The person in charge cursed, grabbed Peter's clothes and walked to an empty corner of the corridor.

"If the boss can't get the serum again, he will probably go crazy!"

"serum?"

Peter frowned slightly and asked him, "Whose serum does he want?"

"Gwen Stacy."

The person in charge sighed, and said: "The boss has narrowed down the scope of Spider-Woman. Gwen Stacy is one of the targets. He sent a lot of guys like you to kidnap those suspected targets and draw their blood. , so...you weren't the only one sent out."

"What does he want the serum for?"

Peter continued.

"I don't know, maybe it's because of the superpowers like Spider-Woman, the Osborns are always mentally a little bit abnormal."

After complaining, the person in charge raised his head and asked him suspiciously: "How did Gwen Stacy escape from your hands? After all, you have been in the Marine Corps before. Could it be that she is really Spider-Woman? "

Facing the other party's inquiry, Peter was silent for a second, then shook his head, "No, she shouldn't be, someone helped her escape."

"Who?"

"I don't know. Is Norman Osborn in the office?"

Peter asked the supervisor.

"Of course not, the boss's office is just a decoration here. Why are you so abnormal today?"

The supervisor looked at Peter suspiciously.

The Mike in his impression usually rarely asks about these things, why did he keep asking this time.

"Maybe my soul is different."

Peter responded casually, turned and left.

"Hey Mike, are you leaving like this? You haven't explained it to me yet."

The supervisor yelled at him from behind.

"no need."

Under the supervisor's puzzled gaze, Peter walked into the elevator alone.

The elevator door slowly closed.

When the elevator door opened again, the elevator had already reached the first floor. Peter's image changed from the bald Mike to the mutant Huey who was swallowed by him before.

The moment he stepped out of the elevator, a middle-aged man in a gray suit hurried in.

Not looking at the road caused him to bump into Peter all at once.

The middle-aged man staggered, and the documents in his left hand scattered all over the floor.

"Sorry. Sorry."

The middle-aged man hurriedly apologized to Peter, and at the same time bent down to pick up the scattered documents on the ground with his only hand.

Peter looked at the empty sleeve on the other's right arm, with a thoughtful look on his face.

　Thanks to "Sea of ​​Nanming" and "Reborn Hero" for their rewards.

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(End of this chapter)