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From the beginning of the meeting, Martin Lee wanted to take over the initiative that was lost due to Mark's sudden visit, but Mark didn't have time to play around with him and directly expressed his thoughts rudely.

If you have anything to do, just say, if you keep having sex, I won't play with you anymore.

The smile on Martin Lee's face froze for a moment, and then he said: "Mr. Spider-Man is really quick to talk."

"Simply put, I want to cooperate with you..."

"Cooperation?" Mark's heart moved and he said coldly: "Cooperation for what?"

"Ha, before we cooperate, I want to confirm one thing..." Martin Lee smiled slightly, black and white energy quietly emerged, and said: "Confirm your qualifications..."

Before he finished speaking, a cold barrel of a gun suddenly hit his forehead.

The smile on Martin Lee's face froze.

Where did the gun come from?

Why does Spider-Man use a gun?

Is this the real Spider-Man?

The cold killing intent was undisguised, and Martin Lee was sure that the Spider-Man in front of him was not joking.

Is this a warning?

Is this telling him that under certain circumstances, he, Spider-Man, will kill?

Is the bottom line of doing things completely different from other Spider-Man?

And how terrifying will a Spider-Man with no bottom line become?

A series of question marks flashed through his mind, and Martin Lee lowered his head and laughed.

It's really interesting...

This Spider-Man is really different from other Spider-Man.

However, this is the only way to be a qualified collaborator. If he is really like other Spider-Man, he will not be able to stand a bunch of big principles being thrown at him, and he will not cooperate with them.

But, is it too arrogant to just point a gun at him?

No matter what, he is Mr. Film, the leader of the Devil Gang!

When the black and white negative energy turned a pair of black eyes into white, a ball of energy exploded with him as the center, forcing Mark back slightly. He left the place and pointed a finger, and a stream of negative energy rushed into Mark's eyes. in the body.

Negative energy, the ability he gained after he was lucky enough to survive after being captured by the Conehead Gang and used as an experimental subject.

He can catalyze the target's negative emotions by releasing negative energy, influence the target's actions, and can make the closest relatives, best friends, and most loving couples kill each other.

You can even control negative energy to form energy waves, or transform into physical weapons, such as swords, knives, spears, etc. to directly attack the enemy.

Just now, he introduced negative energy into Mark's body.

He wanted to detonate Mark's negative emotions and control Mark's actions.

But the next second, his expression changed.

Astonishment, even surprise and fear.

He couldn't influence Mark at all, but seemed to release Mark.

The cold murderous aura seemed to be real, and even the air seemed to be stained with the smell of blood.

After feeling the murderous aura on Mark's body, Martin Lee felt as if he had been punched in the head, feeling a little stuffy and dizzy.

murderous look……

How many people has this guy killed?

Is it really Spider-Man?

Martin Lee asked again from the bottom of his heart, and then he saw a pair of cold eyes.

It was as cold as an ice knife carved from ice piercing his heart.

Then, a gunshot rang out.

"boom!"

Martin Lee, who had been looking at Mark, dodged in time when he fired, and pulled his hands together. A sword made of negative energy appeared in his hand, but before he could chop it down, his shoulder suddenly hit him. With a pain, the long sword in his hand disappeared.

when? How can it be?

He really didn't understand that only one shot was fired, and he dodged it, but where did the bullet appear from?

"boom!"

A sharp pain came from his stomach, he screamed in pain, and the negative energy exploded again.

"Bang, bang!"

Two gunshots rang out, and he was shot once in the leg and stomach.

This is not because the other person is aiming every time, but because this is just a warning.

The other party didn't seem to want to kill him.

A thought flashed through Martin Lee's mind, but if he wasn't killed, it wouldn't look like he was being beaten!

After forcing Mark back slightly, he turned around and ran towards the door.

"Whoosh!"

Two spider webs clung to the door, gluing his hand to the door. Before he could break free, Mark rushed to his side, an expressionless face engraved in his eyes.

"I admit defeat, I..."

"boom!"

pain!

Martin Lee raised his head, feeling his nose warm, and then his scalp tightened. Mark grabbed his hair, pressed him against the door, and had a gun pressed against his head again.

"Tuk Tuk!"

There was a knock on the door and calm returned to the room.

"Mr. Li? Are you okay? I heard something moving inside."

Martin Lee took a deep breath and said gently in his usual voice: "It's okay! I'm watching a movie, a gunfight movie!"

"Oh well!"

The person outside the door spoke, and footsteps sounded.

Martin Lee turned to look at Mark and noticed that the murderous intent in Mark's eyes quickly faded away, leaving a bitter smile on his face.

What is this called?

Shooting yourself in the foot?

He didn't believe there was such a fool before, but now he felt like he was the fool.

Why should he provoke the other party?

Wouldn't it be nice for everyone to sit down, eat and drink, and then discuss cooperation?

It’s better to have a wine table culture!

Mark took a deep breath to calm his heart.

How many people has he killed so far?

This question... Mark doesn't know either, there are many.

Since coming to this world, he has been suppressing himself in order to play the role of Spider-Man well.

But when facing those criminals, the murderous intention surged up in his heart little by little.

After these murderous intentions were detonated by Martin Lee's negative energy, he almost couldn't hold back.

Fortunately, after giving the other party a good beating, he released some of his inner violence and regained control of himself.

It’s just that Martin Lee is a little miserable now.

The originally neat suit was stained with blood, and the neatly combed hair became extremely messy.

Two words, embarrassed.

Seeing Martin Lee pressing his desk to hold himself up, Mark asked doubtfully: "What did you just say?"

Martin Lee's face darkened, he took a deep breath and said, "Let's cooperate."

If this place was spacious enough, and if Mark's emotions were not controlled by negative energy, he would never be so frustrated.

Martin Lee thought a little stubbornly.

"Cooperation?"

Mark pointed at Martin Lee and said, "I think it's better for you to go to the hospital first."

Three shots, three bloody holes, even if his physical strength is not ordinary, the injuries are enough for him to suffer.

Martin Lee looked at Mark speechlessly.

Mark shrugged and said, "You asked for it."

After using spider silk to perform emergency treatment on Martin Lee's wound, he said: "See you at the nearest hospital."

After saying that, Mark left from the window, while Martin Lee smiled bitterly, adjusted his clothes, covered up the blood stains, and then walked out of the office.