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Chapter 213 Overhauling the USB Disk

Queens, Peter's home.

Aunt May was busy in the living room and kitchen.It was almost time for her nephew to come home from school, and she had to quickly start thinking about the evening recipe and preparing dinner.But she didn't know that when she was busy here, an uninvited guest broke into the house without anyone noticing.

The man in the black suit climbed up to the platform on the second floor of the house, and climbed into Peter's room through the window on the second floor.He took off his sunglasses and looked around the room—wardrobe, bookshelf, computer desk, and a table full of study-related books and materials. No matter how you look at it, it looks like an ordinary student's bedroom.

The man put aside distracting thoughts and began to search for something.He carefully turned over the bookshelves, the bed and even the cracks in the floor, hardly missing any corner.But so far, nothing suspicious has emerged.

He opened the wardrobe.The clothes hanging in the closet are very ordinary clothes, and they don't look like anything special.The man didn't even forget to check the pockets of every coat, still nothing.

Finally, what caught his attention was a black suitcase hidden at the bottom of the closet.

It was an old-looking box, and most of the shell had peeled off.But the lock hanging on the box looks like new, and it looks like it is valued by the owner.

The man picked the lock without much effort.At this time, if another second passed, he would see the Spider-Man battle suit lying quietly in the suitcase.

But a second before that, someone grabbed his wrist suddenly.

Eric appeared in the room at some point, squeezed the man's wrist tightly, and said indifferently: "Isn't it good to casually look through other people's things, sir?"

At the same moment, outside the factory belonging to the Fisker Group.

As Spider-Man, Peter has experienced many things in the past two years, exciting, thrilling, and crazy, and there are also situations such as playing car chases with the police on the street.

But this time, now, it was Peter Parker, an ordinary high school student, who was being targeted, not Spider-Man.

Could it be that the government has finally decided to arrest Spider-Man after his identity was exposed?It shouldn't be, Aegis has already known his identity, if he wants to take tough measures, shouldn't he do it long ago?

Or more likely—does this all have something to do with a sudden job offer?
While Peter was thinking fast in his mind, people were already winding around in the alley behind the factory. The FBI agents came after them, but their movement speed was nothing compared to Peter's.Completely different from his harmless appearance, if Peter ran at full speed, even the Olympic sprint champion would feel ashamed. Of course, these ordinary people would not be able to catch up.

The agents in the factory were also called out, and began to outflank the laneway under the command of the female leader.The agents surrounded, blocked all possible exits, and then compressed the encirclement inward.In this way, unless this kid can fly away with wings, there is absolutely no hope of slipping away.

However, they still came up short.

The agents rushed out from all the passages, and when they gathered in the middle, they read the same message from everyone's face——

—he ran away.

The woman in black who led the team was in disbelief—could that kid really fly away?
Of course, Peter doesn't have wings, and he can't fly.But he can crawl, and has his spinneret in his backpack.He quickly swung back to Queens, landed near home, and took a moment to adjust with a deep breath.

He couldn't just get caught.Spider-Man's uniform is still in the bag at the moment, if it is discovered, it will be completely stolen, and there is no way to slip away.His mind was a little confused, and it took him a while to lean against the tree to calm his beating heart a little.

Okay, calm down now. First go and explain to Aunt May that you're fine, but you'll have to go back to pick up what you left at school last night, and maybe be late. Then go find someone who can fix the problem and figure out what it all is what happened
The old houses on the street have appeared in sight, and the windows of the living room reveal a warm light.Aunt Mei's shadow was projected on the curtain by the light, she seemed to be working hard, and that shadow was reassuring from a distance.

However, the moment he approached the house, a figure suddenly flashed out of the bushes, dragging him involuntarily.

This time Peter was totally off guard-ordinarily this would not be the case, and the spider sense would help him sense the slightest threat.Since there was no warning from the spider sensor, it meant that the visitor was not malicious, and it was most likely someone he was familiar with.

Sure enough, when Peter turned his head, he saw that it was Eric.

Peter was taken aback: "What are you doing?"

Eric didn't answer directly, but opened a small hole in a bush.

"Did you see that man in the phone booth at twelve o'clock?" Eric asked.

Peter looked in that direction, and sure enough, he saw a man in the phone booth wearing brown sunglasses with the microphone clamped on his shoulder by his neck, and he glanced towards Peter's house intentionally or unintentionally.

Eric continued: "At three o'clock, the guy in the plaid shirt reading the newspaper. Then at seven o'clock, the man and woman sitting on the bench"

"Wait, wait," Peter waved his hand, "You said these guys... are all here to find me?"

"I guess so." Eric shrugged. "You texted me that you were being targeted?"

"Yes, and I can't guess why at all." Peter said irritably, "I don't know who else I can ask for help. You seem to know a lot of big guys, maybe you can ask SHIELD for me. What's going on?"

"The FBI is looking for something," Eric said, "something that must be very important, and they think it's in your hands. Some guy sneaked into your room, and I knocked him out. But in Before that he seemed to be trying to find something."

"My room?" Peter immediately became nervous, "Did he find out?"

"Your uniform? No. He almost found out, but I stopped him and brought you the battle uniform."

"Saved." Peter breathed a sigh of relief, and said immediately, "But what can they want? I don't have anything of value to ask for."

Suddenly, he froze, as if he remembered something.

Immediately, he took out a red USB flash drive.

"It can't be it?"

"What's this?" Eric asked.

"My new job is the error checker of the system operation." Peter said, "I am mainly responsible for connecting the diagnostic computer in the computer network, and then recording possible memory errors and interface conflicts in this USB flash drive. But the FBI wants What is my maintenance USB drive for?"

Eric thought for a moment and asked, "Who is your new employer?"

"Wilson Fisk, that famous New York philanthropist."

Eric sighed: "Well, maybe that makes sense."

(End of this chapter)