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Peter Parker was clinging to the wet and sticky inner wall of the underground water pipe in New York City, his eyes were slightly closed and he was panting rapidly.

The blood-stained mask was stagnant and heavy, tightly hugging his swollen facial muscles, and the close-fitting battle clothes were wet with sweat and twisted his neck, like a hand strangling his throat, making it almost difficult for him to breathe, see and hear.

Excessive blood loss caused dizziness and blurred consciousness for a while. He lowered his head and briefly glanced at the three deep claw marks across his chest.

"It's really unlucky..." He murmured a complaint in a low voice, stretched his limbs and let his body fall off the wall suddenly, lying sprawled in the shallow puddle below his toes, splashing a small splash of water, The discomfort of the cold damp irritated the skin all over his body, and his nasal cavity was sore, so he couldn't help but sneezed loudly.

Dr. Conners, a well-known expert in the field of biology and a former friend of Peter's father, accidentally turned himself into a human being in order to use cross-species genetic technology to restore his severed limbs. A brutal, tyrannical and inhumane giant lizard.

Now these hideous and terrifying wounds on Peter's body were caused by him alone.

A heavy roar sounded faintly from the depths of the distant pipe, which was transmitted to his keen senses together with the ground vibration caused by the heavy object wandering and walking. Peter immediately realized that his reckless sneeze just now had knocked out the lizard that he had managed to get rid of with great difficulty. The monster came over.Under the mask, he pulled the corners of his mouth into a wry smile, sat up with one hand propped on the ground, leaned against the wall and took a deep breath wearily.

It seems that he can only wait here to die.

Otherwise what can he do?Although the time has ticked past nine o'clock in the evening, the downtown of New York City that Never Sleeps is still brightly lit, and there are still many people wandering in the street—God knows if they have seen J. Jonah James Sen's reward announcement, he is gearing up to take off his mask and exchange it for 300 million US dollars...

He would rather die alone in a stinking sewer until his body rots and no one finds it, than put his cherished family in danger because of his identity. All eager to try to find trouble with himself and his family and friends.

Assuming that he managed to avoid those citizens who were staring at him, at the rate at which he lost blood, even if he managed to escape back to his home in Queens, his final death seemed inevitable.

But then again, he never knew such a mask, modified from sunglasses and other cheap gadgets, was worth so much.Peter thought wildly, who wouldn't be interested in $300 million?That's a lot of money after all...

The sound of footsteps echoing in his ears was getting closer, but Peter's mind suddenly jolted.

Not interested in $300 million?He did seem to know there was such a person.

……

Chris in the spacious bathtub was holding a soft loofah in her hand, soaked some water and rubbed it on her delicate skin, humming an out-of-tune song to the rhythm of the music flowing from the stereo surround sound.

She thought of Peter Parker without warning—in fact, she always did these days.

If the bully class headed by Fleisher Thompson is excluded, Peter's popularity is actually quite good.These days, she tried to experience and integrate into his campus life, so she met a lot of guys who she once regarded as "nerds" and "geeks". Unexpectedly, they are actually very interesting people , Simple and kind, very easy to get along with.

She knew she was being made a self-deprecating laughing stock in her old social circle...but she pretended she didn't care.At least Peter thought she was making the right decision, and she happened to feel that way now.

Peter, Peter... She covered her cheeks, which were flushed by the heat, and laughed softly,

She had never seen such a good-tempered person, even if he was bullied by Fleischer and the others for no reason, he never got angry easily, but he had his own principles on certain things.

Getting along with him is very comfortable and relaxed, and she doesn't have to passively pretend to be someone she doesn't like to deal with him, like she did to her previous boyfriends.

She was thinking wildly, suddenly, there was an uproar of glass shattering outside the half-closed bathroom door, and then the cold wind poured in and broke the white steam floating in the room.

Forced to suspend her thoughts, she stepped out of the bathtub in a hurry, took off the towel and wrapped it around her body, and walked out the door dripping wet.

——What caught her eyes was the figure she often saw on TV and newspapers, the red and blue battle suit soaked in blood, and the glass shards piled up on the floor under him like frozen ice.

She covered her mouth and was about to scream out in horror, but the other party who collapsed on the ground suddenly moved, and then slowly raised her head.

He clasped the edge of the mask around his neck with one hand and lifted it upwards. Chris hung her hands stiffly and could not move, watching the clean outline of the chin under the layer of fabric, the slightly pursed thin lips, and the straight bridge of the nose. Showing off, then fully revealing the grinning face beneath the short tousled hair.

"Peter, you..." Before she had time to express more astonishment at the identity revealed by the person in front of her, a more shocking picture suddenly came into view in the next second, "Oh my god, what are you doing? So much blood?!"

Peter struggled to put his knuckles on his scarred chest, and even the strength to speak was exhausted.In fact, he didn't mean to break the glass of her house... He swears that he didn't expect the spider web to burst suddenly in mid-air, so he had to rush into her room with his head in his hands.

"God, I, I don't know any first aid measures..." She stood still for a while before remembering that she shouldn't let him fall under the window to blow the wind, so she quickly bent down and carefully avoided his wounds, and tried her best to move He pulled over to the soft wool rug beside the bed and grabbed two more pillows to tuck behind his head.

It was the first time Peter saw her without makeup, and it was the first time he saw a panic-like expression on that face.

He wanted to smile at her and tell her it was no big deal, but there was a voice in his heart that kept reminding him that this time he might really not be able to hold on.

"You, you need help...you need help..."

Chrissy chanted in a hurry, couldn't help staring at his bloody chest and felt apprehensive, her moist fingertips trembled and stroked his cheeks, and water droplets ooze from the gaps and slid down from the exposed shoulders Falling on his face, "Don't fall asleep, talk to me, Peter, don't you usually like to talk?"

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I flipped through the comments in the previous chapter, and it seems that no one reads it... then update it slowly =3=