I'm Spider-Man in Marvel

It’s hard to let go: Uncle Ben’s death is an indelible pain for every Spider-Man. Please cherish this rare opportunity to achieve a miraculous counterattack.

Reward: The system is upgraded to the permanent version and a gift package for newbies is given. (Friendly reminder: If the task fails, the system will automatically disengage and will have no impact on the host.)

"It has no impact, so why is it specifically marked in large font? I will believe you, a big talker. Your system is really bad."

After recovering the panel, I looked at the hundred-dollar bill in front of me this time. The memory in my mind had been successfully retrieved. Black boxing, black-hearted boss, pistol, robbery, sandman, death... This series of intermittent memory fragments gradually emerged, making The brain started a new round of brainstorming.

He thought of many images, including his experiences in the past two weeks, as well as comics and movies related to Spider-Man.

The comparison between the two led to a rough guess - if this is money for black boxing, it means that Uncle Ben is very likely to be shot on his way home tonight.

Thinking of this, Peter suddenly couldn't sit still. He turned around, picked up his coat and ran downstairs. He couldn't help but attach great importance to this speculation.

He was just worried that something might happen and the ominous speculation turned into a real tragedy. This was not a result he wanted to accept.

Aunt May, who was preparing dinner in the kitchen, just heard Peter coming downstairs and was about to say something. When she turned around, she saw Peter leaving in a hurry.

Aunt Mei could only helplessly mutter to herself: "Where is this kid going in such a hurry? This guy hasn't come back yet. It seems that these dishes will be heated for a while."

Peter quickly rushed out of the house. The first thing he saw was a familiar yet unfamiliar street, with a constant flow of vehicles and hurried pedestrians...

These various pictures seem to be describing the beauty of the new world. A very wonderful feeling arises from the heart. This feeling cannot be described in words.

But as time went by, the ominous premonition in Peter's heart became more and more frequent, leaving him no time to stop running.

Moreover, there is no obvious sign of where the shooting occurred in Peter's memory, and there are at least five matching locations.

Peter crossed pedestrians, zebra crossings, and overtook buses running on the road. In the eyes of pedestrians on the road, he had become a fleeting shadow.

First one, no

The second one, no

The third one, still not

...

He searched for locations one after another without success. In just 5 minutes, Peter had run nearly seven or eight kilometers.

Fortunately, in the fifth location, he finally saw the familiar figure of Uncle Ben at the corner of the street.

Uncle Ben was holding a large bag of food and standing in front of his car with a smile on his face. He seemed to be looking forward to the big meal at home and was about to get in the car and go home.

It was just the next scene that shocked Peter. Two figures came up behind Uncle Ben in an encircling form, blocking most of his sight with their bodies.

I saw that the two men had a clear division of labor. One of them took out a pistol from his coat and put it against Uncle Ben's waist, ready to shoot at any time.

The other person, who later became the Sandman, immediately stepped forward and whispered: "Be quiet, buddy. As long as you don't mess around, we won't hurt you. You just need to give us the key, and we will let you go..."

The weather-beaten Uncle Ben instantly knew what he had encountered. He calmed down immediately and said in the calmest voice: "The car key is in the right pocket of the coat. Just take it."

The gunman standing on the side seemed to dislike the Sandman's work efficiency, so he pushed the Sandman away and said fiercely: "Stop talking nonsense, are you teaching me how to do things? Old man, take out the key now. ,have you understood?"

After saying that, he was about to punch Uncle Ben in the abdomen when Sandman grabbed the gunman and persuaded him: "Don't be troublesome, we need to get out of here first."

But fate once again played tricks on the world. Not far away, a police patrol car was driving towards us. Its speed was getting slower and slower, as if it was about to stop in front.

Peter noticed the collapse-like expression on the gunman's face, as if a frightened bird was about to explode at any time. He knew it was time for him to take action and ran over in one stride.

As expected, things were developing in the direction he least wanted to see. After the gunman saw the police car, he gradually became irritable and restless.

The sand man standing aside also noticed the police car in front and continued to persuade: "Calm down, don't panic, don't shoot."

But this time the gunman did not listen to the sandman's advice and said angrily: "Old guy, it turns out you are stalling for time, just die."

The gunman immediately pulled the trigger, fired several shots at Uncle Ben, and ran towards an alley not far away without looking back. As for his accomplice Sharen, he said he didn't know him.

The sound of gunshots startled Peter, who was still ten meters away, and he shouted in his heart: "Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up..."

At this moment, his body seemed to have broken through a limit. Everything in his eyes was slowing down, the angry face of the sand man, the police car braking suddenly, Uncle Ben's shocked eyes, and the trajectory of the bullet...

He jumped in the direction of Uncle Ben, stretched his body to the maximum extent in the air, and prepared for the worst—to use his body to block the advance of the bullet.

At the last moment, Peter grabbed Uncle Ben's shoulders and they hugged the ground together as bullets whizzed past and hit the car door.

Gunshots, car sirens, police warnings, pedestrians' screams... the sounds came one after another in a steady stream. This quiet street seemed to wake up again after hearing a call.

At this time, Uncle Ben also reacted and realized the current situation. There was endless worry in his eyes, and he quickly asked: "Peter, are you okay?"

Peter shook his head to show that he had no problem, and looked at the gunman who was gradually moving away, "Uncle Ben, wait for me here for a while, I will be back soon."

He adjusted his breathing and chased after him. Although the gunman was extremely familiar with the terrain in this area, all these efforts were in vain at Peter's speed.

Soon he caught up with the gunman. Peter didn't want to waste any more words on the murderer who tried to kill Uncle Ben. After seeing the opportunity, he aimed at the back and hit him hard.

The man with the gun flew straight away, vomiting blood and doing a classic rolling motion on the ground, but his reaction was not slow, and he took out his pistol in a panic.

But Peter wouldn't give him a chance to shoot. He stepped forward and grabbed the gunman's legs again, swung him backwards, presented him with an ascension gift bag, and kicked the pistol to the other side.

The earth came into close contact with the gunman's head and fell into a semi-conscious state.

At this time, Uncle Ben also arrived and hurriedly stepped forward to hug Peter, "Calm down, my child, and leave the rest to the police."