Chapter 35: He's Declaring War!
Peter's heart raced as waves of pain pierced his chest.
A strong urge to vomit surged up his throat.
Clutching his chest, Peter knelt on one leg.
Having planned for this moment for a long time, he never imagined Gwen would be bitten by a spider.
In his past life memories, Gwen Stacy was the girl who fell from the clock tower.
Peter Parker didn't catch her, making her the only beacon of hope in Spider-Man's heart.
And now Gwen was becoming Spider-Man!
What's going on?
Did a butterfly's wings finally cause a tornado storm?!
"Ugh!"
Clutching his chest, Peter breathed heavily.
His heart pounded wildly, his senses sharpened, and everything seemed to pause before him.
The air thickened, breathing became heavy.
The crisis of the alien embryo parasite wrapped around him like maggots, making it hard for him to breathe.
His original plan was to become Spider-Man and then use his mutated genes to assimilate the embryo inside him.
Or to use the immense power belonging to Spider-Man after the mutation to crush or forcibly remove the alien embryo.
So even if his body bled heavily or his organs were damaged, he could rely on Spider-Man's powerful self-healing ability to prevent instant death.
But now, Gwen Stacy was bitten by the mutated spider, replacing him as Spider-Man.
Does that mean he's the sacrificial "childhood sweetheart" instead?!
Gripping his fists against the ground, Peter felt like the embryo in his chest would burst out the next second.
The real shadow of death completely engulfed him.
How is this possible?!
Staggering to his feet, Peter forced himself to calm down.
It's not over yet; there's still a chance to save everything.
...
"Hey! Who are you?!"
Harry, who was grabbed by the Vulture and experiencing high-altitude flight, endured the pain and asked.
"I'm someone your father shouldn't have messed with."
The Vulture held him as they flew past a building, asking, "How's that? Harry Osborn, experiencing my flight technology?"
Harry felt the roaring wind in his ears, breathing heavily. "You should talk to my father. Why grab me?"
"Because your father is someone who stops at nothing to achieve his goals. He stole my flight technology, and I'm making sure he pays."
Knowing he was suffering unjustly because of his father, Harry felt a myriad of emotions.
He closed his eyes, fearing the dizziness and excitement would make him pass out.
"So what do you want?"
Harry gritted his teeth, asking loudly.
"Norman Osborn will talk to me. I want him to pay the price and let everyone know he stole my achievements."
Harry felt incredibly unlucky. He opened his mouth, not minding the rush of wind, "I think... I think you could negotiate with my father instead of kidnapping me."
"We both know what your father is like. To make him submit, you have to use any means necessary. That's what your father taught me."
"Alright, I get it. You and my father are both scavengers."
The Vulture glanced down at Harry, a glint of coldness in his eyes. "You're right, because my name is the Vulture!"
Before he could finish, he let go of Harry.
Harry, screaming, plummeted downwards.
The roaring wind whizzed past his ears, his face stinging, and the most important thing was the deadly dizziness reminding him:
If nothing unexpected happens, he'll soon be smashed into a photo.
"Ahh!"
Screaming, he flailed his arms in the air.
"Smack!"
The next moment, the Vulture swooped in and grabbed his shoulder, stopping his fall.
Holding onto Harry's shoulder, the Vulture flew upwards, leaning down to say to the still-shaken Harry, "This is what happens when your father doesn't cooperate. I'm giving you a taste in advance."
At this point, Harry was too shaken to speak.
He just prayed fervently that his idiotic father wouldn't let this madman turn him into a pancake.
...
Meanwhile, at Osborn Industries.
Norman Osborn was in the laboratory, staring at the cell tissue slices displayed on the screen.
"How is he?"
He asked the scientist in charge of the experiment about the human test subject's condition.
"Not good, sir."
The scientist in lab coat replied, "The reagents are slowly killing him."
The "human enhancement reagent" project has reached an important stage of human testing, but the results are not ideal.
Norman frowned. "Will he die?"
"Yes, he might. His blood cell count is very abnormal."
"We need to do a lot of research on this, we need more test samples."
"Thank you, doctor, you can rest now."
After the doctor left, he instructed his subordinates, "Dispose of these bodies properly, leaving no clues behind."
"Yes, sir."
After giving instructions to his subordinates, he left the lab and headed to his office.
In his lavishly decorated office, Norman stood in front of a bookshelf and pulled out a book.
As the book was slowly pulled out, the bookshelf made a clicking sound, slowly moving to the left.
When the bookshelf moved completely, it revealed a dark green suit hidden inside.
The surface of the suit had a metallic sheen, exuding a sense of power.
After taking over Toomes' flight technology, he attempted to create a flying apparatus.
The suit in front of him was an immature product.
With his arms crossed, he stared at the unfinished product, and his phone suddenly rang.
After answering the call, his brows furrowed.
Listening to the report from his subordinate, he quickly walked to the TV and turned it on.
The news on the TV was reporting an incident at the Natural History Museum in New York.
"It is reported that citizens visiting the radiological science exhibition in the New York Museum were interrupted by a human dressed as a strange bird who abducted a student from Midtown High School."
The image of the so-called "strange bird" flashed by.
Norman was shocked to see the bald figure, undoubtedly Adrian Toomes.
"Damn it!"
Enraged, he punched the TV.
"Zap!"
Sparks flew as the TV immediately shut off, emitting smoke from the burnt electronic device.
He picked up his phone and quickly dialed his subordinate's number.
"What does he want? That bald guy!"
"He wants us to apologize, sir."
"No way! Tell him Osborn never apologizes. He's declaring war on us!"