I, the motherland, do whatever I want

Stephen smiled and said: "As a mage, the first rule we must abide by is not to try to violate the laws of nature."

"If you are injured, you have to let your body recover on its own, not rely on magic."

"Besides, I don't know the magic to restore the body."

As he spoke, Stephen let his magic cloak wrap MJ, then opened the portal and sent MJ directly to the hospital.

In the blink of an eye, weeks have passed since the battle at the Statue of Liberty.

In the weeks since, Spider-Man has become a wanted man, still remembered for the havoc and mayhem he caused.

Remember the destroyed Statue of Liberty.

Remember Osborne who he killed.

Even after the incident, the police did not find Osborne's body.

However, this did not allow Spider-Man to escape the charges.

But currently, no one knows where Spider-Man has gone.

Will it still appear?

this day.

It's raining.

Peter Parker held an umbrella and walked into the cemetery.

It was very quiet in the cemetery. Not very heavy raindrops fell on the trees and on the tombstones.

The ticking sound has a magical power that makes people feel calm.

Even though Peter Parker has not had an easy life these past few weeks, there seems to be a fire burning in his chest at any time, making him often feel angry for no reason.

But walking in the cemetery, listening to the sound of raindrops falling, there is something strangely peaceful.

He searched and searched, and soon he stopped in front of a tombstone.

This is May's tombstone.

On the tombstone, in Mei's photo, there is a gentle smile on that familiar face.

Peter Parker knelt down and placed the bouquet he bought from the flower shop in front of the tombstone.

"Aunt May, are you okay in heaven?"

"I miss you very, very much."

"These days, I think about what you said to me all the time."

"If I could, I'd really like to hear you say it again. No, a hundred times."

"Too bad I screwed up."

Peter Parker wiped his face: "I messed up everything."

"Those 'brothers' from other universes are right, I still get angry from time to time."

"Even though I have killed that demon with my own hands, I still can't help but want to kill him over and over again."

"By the way, I also became a wanted criminal."

"But you don't have to worry."

"Mr. Stephen must have used some magic. Anyway, no one remembers me now."

"So, as long as I don't get caught as Spider-Man, there won't be any danger."

"you do not need to worry."

Sighing, Peter Parker stood up.

Left the cemetery.

By night the rain intensified and heavy downpours fell on New York City.

This forced MJ, who was off duty, to cover his head with his hands and run quickly down the street.

In order to get home as soon as possible, she ran into an alley.

She regretted it as soon as she came in.

Even though it was raining, there were still a few men in raincoats gathering together in the alley, talking about something.

MJ's arrival attracted their attention.

When they looked over, MJ quickly turned around.

"You can't see me, you can't see me."

she said quietly.

One of the men pointed at MJ and shouted, "Hey, come here."

They were doing illegal transactions, and MJ suddenly broke in and saw them.

Naturally, they didn't want to let MJ leave.

When MJ heard this, he immediately ran away.

Unexpectedly, because of the rain, the road was too slippery and she accidentally fell.

The pain was so painful that I couldn't get up.

Footsteps sounded.

Several men had already run over.

And catch MJ.

"What are you going to do? Let me go!" MJ screamed.

"Shut up." One of the men took out a dagger, slapped MJ on the face and said, "If you scream again, I'll kill you."

"Take her away."

One man covered MJ's mouth with his hand, and the other pulled her hair up.

Then he knocked MJ unconscious, picked him up and wanted to leave.

Sudden.

The street lights in the alley flickered and suddenly went out.

Then a bolt of lightning appeared, and a huge figure was reflected on the wall of the building next to him.

Several men were startled: "Who is it!"

at this time.

There was the sound of bones breaking in the darkness, and then someone screamed: "My hand!"

The alley was filled with snow as lightning flashed across the sky again.

This allowed several men to see a man wearing a hood and a black tight-fitting suit appearing beside them at some point.

"Spider-Man!"

"It's Spider-Man!"

Several men screamed, leaving MJ behind and trying to run. One of them ran towards the alley, and suddenly he flew up.

It turned out that he was stuck to a ball of spider silk and was pulled into the darkness.

The next second, the sound of bones being broken was heard in the darkness.

But the sound of broken bones was drowned in the lightning and thunder.

After a while.

There were just a few more corpses in the alley.

When Lightning appeared again, Spider-Man and MJ were no longer in the alley.

"Help!"

MJ yelled and woke up.

She sat up on the bed and found that she was back home.

She was stunned for a moment, not knowing how she came back.

At this time, a bolt of lightning exploded outside the window.

She couldn't help but narrow her eyes.

And vaguely saw a person squatting on the bell tower in the distance.

But when the lightning flashes for the second time.

That person is gone.

"Is it an illusion?"

"etc."

"How I got home."

MJ covered his forehead: "I clearly remember meeting those men in the alley."

"Then I was knocked unconscious by them."

"Who saved me?"

She couldn't figure it out, so she went to bed.

The next day, the Daily Bugle's morning news reported a homicide.

Four of the deceased were wearing raincoats.

MJ took one look and immediately spit out the coffee.

Because those four people were the ones she met last night.

"We have reason to suspect that Spider-Man did it."

"And he left something behind at the scene."

On the TV screen, on the wall near several corpses, someone glued some English word cards to spider silk to form a sentence.

‘I’m watching you and I’m going to punish you! ’

Looking at this sentence, MJ's heart twitched for some reason.

She clutched her chest, feeling an unexplained heartache.

Tears welled up all at once.

On the TV, a reporter from the Daily Bugle was yelling.

"This is the third case this month."

"All I can say is, Spider-Man is really bad."

"He is no longer a city vigilante, he now considers himself a judge."

"Are we going to put our lives in the hands of a coward who doesn't even dare to show his face to others?"

"Besides, with such behavior, does he still deserve to be called Spider-Man?"

"No, I think the devil suits him better."

"Yes, he is a spider demon wandering in the night!"