Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 96 Get the spider silk sling!

"Didn't seeing those weird disappearances of those guys make you more alert?"

Terry found that Peter seemed a little too idealistic as a new Spider-Man.

"You yourself have such incredible superpowers, but you still believe that a mere biological fiber mask can perfectly protect your true identity and your family?"

Peter thought that as long as he was smart enough and relied on his spider sense, he could hide everything he cherished perfectly.

But he doesn't know that all his detailed information has already been stored in SHIELD's database, as long as SHIELD needs Peter Parker in some way one day.

A file named ‘Spider-Man’ will immediately be given unprecedented attention.

Not to mention Aunt May, Peter petted a cat on his way to school. In ten minutes, the cat could be carried to Nick Fury's bedroom to sleep with the super agent.

In the final analysis, Peter is indeed too young. He has no experience, knowledge, vigilance...all the necessary qualities to truly protect himself and his lover.

As far as light knowledge is concerned.

After all, the Black Skull incident had already alerted Terry once.

Terry made a gesture of wearing a monocle.

Luckily Terry is a little different.

The reason why he can maintain his age-appropriate identity in words and deeds is because he has a high degree of identification with the more than ten years of his own growth.

"How can you be sure that the Hand will not resort to some underhanded tactics after determining that they cannot defeat you head-on, directly find Aunt Mei's existence to threaten you or even use this to coerce you into killing you?"

Finally, Peter showed his proper panic.

In order to make the fledgling Spider-Man understand the seriousness of the matter, Terry found an example.

As time goes by, we must always grasp the existence of our own self, so that we will not easily fall into the manic chaos of our own logic due to the life experiences and thoughts instilled by other beings.

This is how Terry was exposed to Iron Fist.

Even though there were suddenly some memories from his past life in his mind, and Hei, who was forced to mature because he was covered in scars, kept sharing his experiences with him, he always put the orphan who was adopted and raised by Martin Lee as his first priority. Identity.

Now that there is a deterrent, Terry can release the memories and experiences that now exist in his consciousness at any time.

"If it's not good enough, Holmes, please take a look."

Fortunately, Danny Rand's essence is the same as Peter's. He is an extremely good bad guy, and due to the environment in which he grew up, he is almost paralyzed in social aspects and is taciturn.

Then Terry reached out and made a gesture on his neck again.

When there is no threat, you can enjoy life in peace, experiment unhurriedly and enhance your abilities.

I am Terry Lee, the nephew of Uncle Martin, who grew up in Chinatown, Manhattan, New York City, and who strives to be a good person.

Until now, Peter would never have thought that the Iron Fist who had teamed up with them would be able to use Peter's unique energy to turn an ordinary Midtown High School student into someone else by coincidence enough to meet Peter Parker somewhere in reality. The schoolboy is associated with the athletic Spider-Man.

Everything that comes after must be ranked below the main consciousness with which he identifies the most, and he must always recognize what kind of person he is.

"I'm serious, Peter, it is very necessary to take precautions before they happen. The Hand has exposed some of its abilities in front of us. That kind of ability is no different from magic. No one can define it at will. They can't do anything better." What an incredible thing.”

"There is an ancient profession in the East, usually nicknamed half-immortal... There are also similar existences in the West, such as astrologers and diviners. The mysterious abilities that such people can display are very terrifying, even if they just see a photo, or Just by hearing a sound, all relevant information about you can be deduced.”

It's not that dangerous to have Iron Fist see through your secret identity.

He pulled his hair into a mess and spun it around in circles.

"Yeah, what about Aunt Mei?"

"You can find a way to bring Aunt Mei to stay with me for a while. Of course, you don't have to torment yourself because of excessive anxiety - I mean once the situation develops beyond your control."

Terry pointed at the steel-colored wall that always gave people psychological pressure: "If there are less than three hundred ninjas living in this house, they will not be able to step into any room alive." Terry's proposal Let Peter relax a little. Even if Terry may be suspected of bragging, doesn't Peter still believe in his spider sense?

Before Terry turned off a certain switch just now, Peter, whose eyebrows were so swollen and painful, didn't even dare to approach any floor or wall.

Thinking of this, Peter suddenly felt that the so-called sense of depression before was gone. Now he felt an unprecedented sense of security when looking at the cold-toned copper and iron walls around him.

Aunt Mei's sense of security that it would be difficult for anything to happen if she stayed in this house.

"By the way, why is three hundred so accurate?"

"...There are too many corpses piled up, and many mechanisms will fail. Things like hidden arrows or ground thorns can only penetrate four or five flesh and blood bodies before losing power."

Terry's description seemed a little bloody, but his words were rough and reasonable, which further confirmed the confidence of the owner who personally renovated the house.

"Then what should we do now?"

Peter finally sat on the sofa again, took a sip from a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice that was no longer so fresh, and then his little face wrinkled as ugly as an old chrysanthemum.

"No sugar!"

“Nature represents health.”

Terry casually retorted Peter's idea of ​​drinks, then shook his head.

"The next step is of course to improve our own strength. After all, we are just two weak high school students in the end. We have no ability or channels to find the base camp of a killer organization that can escape magic."

Then Terry's eyes suddenly lit up.

He suddenly realized that the opportunity he had been looking forward to for a long time was right in front of him.

"Peter!"

"What what what?!"

Peter, who frowned and drank down a glass of sour orange juice, hurriedly stuck out his tongue in response.

"I want a web shooter!"

Peter had no resistance at all. Now he was too familiar with Terry, both in real life and as a superhero.

But Peter spread his hands helplessly: "The material is very difficult to work with. I experimented for several months at the beginning, and I tried and made at least eight wrong versions before I designed it."

"If you don't plan to apply for a patent for that thing, you can just explain the design ideas to me."

"Is it?"

Peter glanced at Terry suspiciously, and then suddenly remembered why he came to the door today.

The dubious Peter spent about twenty minutes describing to Terry the design concept of the spider silk launcher and several key ingenious structures in vivid language that conveyed the steps and ideas as much as possible.

Then he saw Terry open his palm, and almost as soon as his voice fell, a silver-white spider silk launcher appeared silently in his palm.

‘Spider Silk Launcher (Unfilled with Spider Silk)’

‘After filling with spider silk, it can be converted into a prop: spider silk sling. ’

Terry clicked his tongue: "We don't have enough chemical materials."

"Uh, go on!"

Peter reached out from his waist and took out a small jar and threw it to Terry.

"Just fill it in - I really think your super powers are getting cooler and cooler. Are you carrying a super factory with you?"

(End of this chapter)