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There must be something wrong with that man!

The spider sensor rang wildly like a buzzer, and the uneasy premonition in his heart suddenly became extremely strong.

The man's twitching lips suddenly stopped, the hands that were holding the dog tag stopped shaking, and several dark blue veins bulged on his neck, slowly raising the face full of determination.

"hiss--"

Peter gasped in horror when he saw the man's face.

I saw that the man's skin was flushed red, just like the color of a soldering iron, emitting bursts of blue smoke, and the scalding heat wave evaporated, causing the water in the air to evaporate and boil, and even faintly showed some kind of distortion.

The distance between the two was about a few meters, and Peter could clearly feel the fluff on his face being rolled up by the heat wave.

This sudden high temperature heat wave was quickly noticed by the people around.

When everyone looked back and saw the man's painful appearance and the blue smoke emitting from his body like a burning red iron, they immediately fled in panic, trying to get away from this strange and dangerous looking man.

"For...Mandarin!!!"

The man held up the dog tag in his hand and let out a hoarse roar that was not like a human voice.

hum-

The spider sense instantly climbed to its peak, indicating that a deadly threat was imminent.

At such a critical juncture, Peter's reaction was extremely fast. Against the rushing crowd, he rushed up in three steps and two steps, grabbed the man's collar, and threw him at Wu with 12 points of brute force. people's area.

It all seemed like a lot of things had happened, but in reality only a few seconds had passed.

In the process of the man being thrown into the air, his body completely turned red, and the huge suppressed energy was released in one breath, which instantly triggered a strong explosion, and a fiery fireball burst above, accompanied by deafening The roar of the roar set off a huge wave of air that swept the entire fairground.

Everyone seemed to be reaping wheat, and was blown out by the air waves and hit every corner.

Since the man was thrown into the air, the explosion did not actually kill the crowd on the ground, but the ceiling could not withstand the impact, and the huge steel beams weighing dozens of tons were connected to the cement slabs, making a humming sound. Dropped from above.

And just below the steel beam, it happened to be Ned and Michelle.

When the two children raised their heads when they heard the movement, the shadow of the huge slate embedded with steel beams had covered them, and the two widened their eyes in horror.

boom--

The huge cement slate fell, and there was a dull crashing sound.

Without the severe pain of being crushed to death by the slate, Ned and Michelle breathed heavily and slowly opened their eyes.

The first thing that caught their eyes was a pair of arms with tense muscles and clearly visible blood vessels, carrying the huge slate like a weight-bearing body, and the owner of these arms they actually knew was Peter. · Parker.

"Quick... leave!"

Peter's handsome face was covered with blue veins, his arms were holding the slate at a 90-degree angle, his legs were trembling uncontrollably, as if he was on the verge of a limit, and he shouted at the two of them with difficulty: "I... ...can't last...for how long!"

Only then did the shocked Michelle react, and hurriedly dragged Ned down and climbed out from under the slate.

But just as they climbed out from under the slate, another boulder fell from the sky and smashed heavily on the slate, causing Peter, who was already unsupportable, to be directly pressed under the slate.

"Peter!!!"

Michelle and Ned's faces changed dramatically,

Frightened, he ran over and tried to lift the slate.

However, this slate with steel beams embedded in it weighs at least dozens of tons, and it is simply not something that the two of them and their children can move.

"No no no...you will be alright, Peter, get up!" Ned roared like a bull, his fat face flushed red and purple, and his hands were already covered with rough stones. The block was worn out, but he still insisted on trying to lift the slate and save his brother.

Michelle wiped the tears from her face, got up and wanted to call the adults for help.

But unfortunately, after the explosion, the entire venue has been thrown into huge chaos. Everyone is only concerned with running away, and has no time to worry about the lives of others, not to mention a person who is pressed by dozens of tons of slate and almost judged to be mortal?

"Miss Potts, please evacuate here!"

Happy, who served as a bodyguard, got up from the ground and immediately helped Potts, who was knocked down, and looked around vigilantly, urging her to leave this dangerous place quickly.

But before the two of them took two steps, they saw another man with an inch head and a coat walking towards them with chewing gum in his mouth, a sarcastic smile in his eyes, and his eyes were always on Potts.

"Pots, hurry up, leave it to me here!"

The man's target was Potts. Seeing this, Happy pulled out the pistol at his waist.

The three actions of opening the insurance, aiming, and shooting were carried out in one go, without any trace of muddy water. Fifteen bullets were poured out. Huang Chengcheng's bullets had huge kinetic energy and knocked the leather-clad man with an inch head into the air.

Happy put the pistol to his mouth and blew a puff of unwarranted blue smoke. He was just about to brag about his marksmanship. The next second, he saw the inch-skinned man standing up from the ground and shooting unscathed. to shoot clothes.

No...it shouldn't be said to be unscathed.

At least there were a few holes in the leather jacket, and the rapidly healing flesh and blood could still be seen faintly.

The man moved his muscles and bones slightly, and his skin was the same as the exploding man before, glowing red like a burning red iron, and exuding bursts of terrifying high temperature heat waves.

Is this guy...really human?

Happy's eyes widened immediately, knowing that this time he encountered a tough stubble, and hurriedly pushed Potts to let her out of here, but he pulled out the short stick around his waist and rushed to plan to fight this guy hand-to-hand to prolong the time.

Happy riveted with all his strength, waving a short club to hit the man in the leather jacket.

call!

The short stick was in the air, making a crisp cracking sound.

However, instead of retreating, the man in the leather coat showed a hint of sarcasm in his eyes. He raised his hand and grabbed the short stick directly. His face became more and more red and transparent due to the continuously rising temperature in his body.

laugh......

With a harsh sound, the short stick made of steel melted into juice directly in his hand.

Happy was scalded by the high temperature and had to let go of his hand. Seeing the short stick that had melted into molten iron, he gasped for air, and a deep fear appeared on his face.

"go to hell!"

The man in leather snorted coldly and punched Happy with his red right hand.

The terrifying high temperature that even steel can melt, if he is hit by a punch, he is afraid that he will die on the spot.

Seeing that the fist was about to pierce through Happy, a spider silk suddenly wrapped around the leather man's ankle, and then a huge force came, which directly dragged him down and fell to the ground like a dog eating shit.

Happy escaped from death, gasping for breath in excitement, looking up and seeing a red figure falling down, looking closely it turned out to be an acquaintance.

"Hi, Happy."

It was Spider-Man Peter Parker who said hello.

Under the outbreak of the powerful will to survive, the spider factor in his body went a step further, allowing him to support dozens of tons of slate. When he got out of trouble, he saw that Happy was in danger, and he didn't care about Ned and Michelle beside him. Take off your shirt and pants and run to the rescue.

"Excuse me, the midfielder is replaced!"

Peter geared up, hooked his fingers eagerly, and provocatively said: "Damn bastard, I don't want to blow you up!"