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Chapter 89 Take off the mask and let me see my nephew's face.

Chapter 89 Take off the mask and let me see my nephew's face.

It all happened in the blink of an eye.

By the time you realize something is wrong, it's already a fait accompli.

One second Spider-Man was firmly covered by a special iron net, but the next second he disappeared with a bang.

The large net slowly descended, as if it couldn't adapt to its good buddy Spider-Man leaving without even saying goodbye.

The Evil Five, assembled by Craven, looked at each other with suspicion.

In the last half day, a conspicuous question mark appeared above everyone's head.

"What the hell is going on?!"

"6

'

Kraven picked up his crossbow and fired at the spot where Spider-Man had been standing.

hum!

The crossbow bolt pierced the ground, its tip still trembling slightly, as if telling the story of Spider-Man's sudden departure.

Then he crouched down and tugged at the wire mesh, trying to find even the slightest trace of Spider-Man's existence on the ground.

Even the crossbow bolt that Spider-Man had pulled out of his body disappeared along with it.

There wasn't even a trace of blood!

Craven couldn't help but punch the road, and several cracks immediately appeared.

And so the hunt came to an end.

Did you say he succeeded?

It seems like it could be considered one.

After all, they managed to capture Spider-Man.

But what about Spider-Man?

Gone.

Did you make it?

If successful.

Craven felt a burning, unquenchable rage within him at this outcome.

He couldn't accept this fact.

Because it was a failure for him.

He is a hunter.

A hunter's successful hunt is symbolized by taking a decent trophy from his prey.

And tonight's hunt...

Craven glanced in a certain direction, as if sensing something.

A thin, white spider web clung to a streetlamp, fluttering freely in the evening breeze.

"Damn it!!!"

Craven stood up, angrily flung the crossbow bolt in his hand, displaying a kind of impotent rage.

Deep down, Spider-Man's performance tonight was practically like running up to him and slapping him twice across the face. So this is how many people you prepared to deal with me.

Then, two slaps.

Slippery, slippery.

Kraven firmly believes that if Spider-Man were still here, he would definitely do something similar.

"So... Spider-Man can use magic?"

The evil spirit pondered for a long time before drawing a conclusion.

The scorpion, however, said, "Or perhaps it's his special ability?"

"If he really had that ability, why would he be called Spider-Man?"

"How would I know? I don't even know him!"

Upon hearing the mention of acquaintance, Craven immediately thought of that terrifying guy.

He stood up and ordered his men, "Surprise is still in the castle. Go and bring him here."

"Understood, Lord Hunter."

Then a few minutes passed.

Several of his men ran over.

"Hunter... even the horror has vanished."

This is truly bizarre!

Kraven couldn't help but roar to the sky: "Spider-Man!!!!"

He was furious.

Two living people just vanished into thin air right in front of you, how can you not be angry!?

After a long howl that sounded like an ape, the demon picked at its ear and suggested, "I know you're in a hurry, but don't rush."

Craven stared at him coldly.

The demon chuckled, "Have you forgotten that Spider-Man has friends? Capture his friends, and he'll naturally reappear."

The rhinoceros-man said, "Then let me ask you, what if they also disappear?"

The lizardman said, "Then let's call it a day!"

"6

'

Craven closed his eyes, his chest heaving several times to calm himself down.

"The mysterious power will not favor him a second time."

I believe in fate.

"We will hunt him again, whether it's his friends or him himself."

As for now...

'

"Ouch, that really hurts. I need to rest for a while."

Spider-Man clutched his chest and plopped down on the carpet in the room.

His self-healing ability had begun to kick in; his chest, pierced by the crossbow bolt, was both painful and itchy, and he longed to scratch it.

*Pfft*

Spider-Man shoots a strand of web to cover the wound and prevent blood from flowing out.

He then removed his mask, leaned against the bed, and breathed heavily.

"Thanks, Oz."

Oz stood outside the window, watching him silently.

The scene was just like the first time I met him, so mysterious.

"You were too impulsive tonight," Oz said.

"I know... but I can't bear to see Shock die at his hands. Even though I know Shock is a bad guy, I believe he's still a good person deep down," Peter said, panting.

Ya Ya nodded slightly, as if agreeing with him, and then said, "What about the others? Do you also think they are good people deep down?"

"Perhaps... If I can awaken the last bit of kindness in their hearts, then it's worth it."

Peter adjusted his sitting position and lay down on the floor.

The wound touched the floor, causing him to cry out in pain again.

"Peter, have you thought about what would happen tonight if I weren't here?"

The crow hopped down in front of him and stroked his head with its feathers.

"If it weren't for you, I don't think today's battle would have happened... Of course, I mean I might not have known I was being watched."

"Ha! This explanation seems plausible."

Oz nodded, plopped down next to him, and said, "Did you learn anything?"

'

The importance of friends?

"That's all you learned?"

"Uh...maybe there's another reason for being so impulsive?"

Crow shook its head. "Whatever. Anyway, witnessing your fierce battle against the Evil Six is ​​worth dying for!"

Peter was already used to Oz's strange and peculiar words, and whenever this happened, he would pick out a word he could understand to continue the conversation.

"I'm not a member of the Evil Six, and besides, there are only five of them."

Oz blinked. "When did I say you were one of them?"

Peter had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

Suddenly.

Someone pushed open his/her bedroom door.

crunch--

Peter put on the hood almost without thinking, and then stood up.

Looking towards the old man at the door.

Their gazes met.

Spider-Man stammered, "I...I'm so sorry to disturb your rest tonight, ma'am...uh...Peter is my friend, and he told me that if I'm injured...I can...I can come to his room...to rest...I...I'm sorry!"

The more he spoke, the more he stuttered, because as he spoke, he realized how untenable and foolish his words were!

The old man watched him quietly for a while, then looked at Ya Ya sitting on the carpet.

The crow flapped its wings at her.

Aunt May's gaze was complex, containing helplessness, worry, and a hint of absurd pride.

She looked at the hesitant red and blue figure in front of her.

She said, "Take off the mask and let me see my nephew's face."