Gwen Spider: I'm from Prototype

Chapter 9 Fear Level 100
Under the action of gravity, Peter fell downward at an extremely fast speed.

Howling wind, sharp stabs entered the eardrum.

The car, which was originally the size of a matchbox, was continuously enlarged as he fell at a high speed.

The ever-changing scenery of the city with the altitude was fully captured by him.

Take a deep breath, close your eyes, and ignore the slight dizziness caused by the high-speed fall.

Relax your whole body, hold your breath, and let your mind focus on the virus in your body.

In the "black light" virus fused into the blood, black and red substances gushed out and covered the surface of the body, forming a faint shallow existence.

He tried his best not to breathe through the nasal cavity, but to use the "black light virus" in his body to breathe.

The evolved cells in the body become very large after devouring the flesh and blood. In order to keep the energy active as much as possible, they must maintain their mobility.

He closed his body's respiratory system, and the "black light virus" breathed on its own in order to maintain its activity.

And because it was falling at high speed, in order to adapt to this state of motion, the "virus" began to release a small amount of high-pressure gas, and began to control the host to slide forward in the process of maintaining body balance.

Peter, who stopped falling, glides high in the sky like Batman with his wings spread.

Adapting to the changes in the body, while descending the height, try to control the body.

It was the first time he "flyed" in the sky without using any tools, and a strange feeling suddenly surged in his heart.

It seems that the current self has transcended the level of "human being" and has become another species.

This strange experience has not been eliminated from the heart, suddenly a gust of wind blows in the air.

The sudden gust of wind disrupted Peter's balance.

As a result, he could no longer maintain the posture of gliding in the air, and rolled forward.

"Well!"

Rolling in the sky, he immediately took self-rescue measures.

"Whoosh!"

The black "spider silk" was shot out from both hands, and shot towards the tall buildings on both sides.

The "virus" caused the "spider silk" formed by the dissimilation of the cells to accurately hit a nearby building.

Holding the "spider silk" with one hand, he pulled his body towards the tall building with all his strength, gliding in the sky like a spider.

With a "bang", the body hit the wall of the building.

After stopping his fall, he climbed onto a raised floor tens of meters high, leaning his back against the wall, and retracted the "spider silk" extending from his body to prevent infection from remaining.

Looking down, the pedestrians and cars on the road, although they look very small, can be seen clearly with his extraordinary eyesight.

Exhaling a breath, he turned around and cast his eyes on the glass inlaid on the wall in front of him.

The dark, shimmering glass clearly reflected his appearance.

The black spider mask glowed with cold light, and the white eyelids were extremely eye-catching.

After staring at the man in the mirror for a moment, he raised his head and looked towards the sky.

Black clouds hung down, covering the entire sky.

Cow hair-like filaments of raindrops fell from the sky.

"It's raining?"

Below the building where Peter was, in a speeding police car, George Stacey stretched out his hand, caught a few drops of rain, and said to his partner next to him.

The two were driving a police car towards "Hell's Kitchen".

"You just spoke to your daughter, but you're talking like an interrogator, George."

The partner who was driving the car looked ahead and said to George.

"Really? I tried to change the way I speak, but..."

George Stacy, who was sorting out the pistol, shook his head and said, "Finally, I found out that I'm not the kind of person who easily accommodates others."

"But we always have to separate work and life, and if you bring your work into your home, it's going to be a mess, isn't it? You've got to try and change your life, George, you're always pushing yourself too hard gone."

The black partner frowned slightly because the car was filled with the smell of gun oil, "Also, George, would you mind not playing with the pistol in the police car?"

"Sorry, Jeff, I've had this pistol with me for years and the clip keeps going wrong, and I have to check it every so often to make sure it doesn't hold me back when I'm firing rounds at criminals."

George did not follow the topic of his partner Jeff, talking about his family.

He shook the "Glock 45" in his hand towards the other party, and then put it away.

After a certain distance, the police car entered the "Hell's Kitchen" community.

The roads here are criss-crossed like the webs of drunken spiders.

And there are potholes everywhere, even a little wind can blow up the dust, making people feel like they have come to the surface of the moon.

The two parked the police car in an alley next to a dry cleaner, got out and walked in.

Half an hour ago, someone called the police and claimed that there were always abnormal noises in the room of the neighbor who hadn't shown up for a long time, so George and his partner came to check.

The two came to room 1450 Wutong Street and knocked on the door, but no one responded.

With a slight push, the door opened automatically with a "squeak".

After looking at each other for a while, the two entered the room.

Turn on the lights, and everything in the living room comes into view.

The decoration in the living room is neat and generous, and the woolen carpet exudes the smell of new products.

Although everything is normal, George smells something that disturbs him.

Like the smell of green grass, and like the smell of bacteria and bedbugs in a dry sewer that has been raging for days

This smell of complete stagnation and decay made George's whole body tense up.

He drew his pistol and walked forward along the carpet, his partner following behind him, following him cautiously.

Following the scent, the two came to the main bathroom on the second floor.

The shower curtain was pulled tightly, the toilet seat was covered, and a small glass tube was placed on it, and one end of the lamp tube had been carbonized, showing a black state.

There was a dark shadow behind the shower curtain, looming indistinctly.

George took a deep breath, stretched out his hand, and slammed the curtains open.

There was a person lying in the bathtub!

No, to be exact, it's not a human being, it's just a skin.

This should be a woman's skin, with loose white skin hanging down, paired with yellow hair on the face, it looks extremely weird.

"My God! What the hell is this?"

Jeff's eyes widened in horror.

"An unfortunate woman."

George put away the pistol and shrugged.

After reporting the findings here to the headquarters by radio, he roughly checked the condition of the human skin.

"As in the previous cases, the skin of the deceased was not damaged in any way, and it seemed to have fallen off naturally, or it was as if the human body fell into the dissolved liquid, and all other organs were dissolved, and only the skin tissue remained."

George said to his partner with a serious expression.

Jeff didn't speak, he still hasn't recovered from the miserable image in front of him.

Swallowing, Jeff looked fearfully at the human skin "lying" in the bathtub.

He found that the human skin started to move.

And the range of motion is getting bigger and bigger!

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(End of this chapter)