36 Chapter 36: Am I Too Late?

"Boom!"

A rocket with a tail flame emitted a sharp whistling sound as it attacked the vulture in the sky.

The vulture, alerted by the sound in advance, swiftly turned around, dodging the incoming missile.

Startled and angered, he looked down to find a humanoid robot with a purple casing, shooting missiles at him.

Standing about two meters tall, the robot crouched on the ground, its four legs grounded, its shoulder-mounted weapon system aimed at him.

Harry, suspended mid-air, suddenly felt that the design of this robot resembled a model produced by his own company.

"Well, this is a robot assassin. Dad, don't call 'it' a vacuum cleaner robot next time," Harry quipped.

Before he could finish his quip, the vulture grabbed him and dove downward.

Equipped with a flying device, the vulture possessed formidable strength, and its specially designed equipment had powerful destructive capabilities.

Descending at the fastest speed, the vulture narrowly avoided the two-legged robot standing up, and its sharp wings pierced through the robot's shoulder instantly.

As sparks flickered, a "wound" was cut open on the robot's shoulder.

But the vulture, holding onto Harry, was also nearly hit by the robot.

"Damn it!"

Cursing, the vulture quickly flew upwards with Harry.

Flying to the nearest tallest church, he released his grip, throwing Harry onto the cross of the church.

Unable to fly, Harry could only cling to the cross to prevent himself from falling.

"Damn metal lump, I'll show you who's the master of the sky!"

Discarding Harry as a burden, the vulture flew towards the robot, which was coming after him on all fours.

"Boom!"

Missiles flew past the vulture, striking the building behind him.

With a tremendous explosion, flames soared instantly.

The crowd witnessing this scene let out horrified screams.

"Swoosh!"

The vulture accelerated towards the robot on the ground, the blades on its feet slashing towards its opponent.

Sharp claws tore the robot's arm apart instantly.

But at the same time, a claw with a rope attached extended from the robot's chest, grabbing the vulture and throwing it away.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Dull impacts sounded as the vulture was heavily smashed onto the ground, then propelled away with momentum.

The street-side café suffered collateral damage.

Tables and chairs were sent flying amidst the horrified screams of the crowd.

Unable to evade, people were hit by flying debris and instantly fell to the ground, lifeless.

Although the vulture's flying equipment absorbed most of the impact, this attack still proved to be too much to bear.

Enduring the intense pain, the vulture immediately realized the terror of this thing.

Fighting it on the ground, he was no match.

Flying in the air made him an easy target.

He could only engage the cumbersome robot in close combat in low-altitude areas.

"Thud!"

Feet stomped the ground, and with a "boom", the vulture flew forward.

The robot, controlled remotely, chased after him.

Meanwhile, in the New York subway station, there was a hubbub of voices.

Passengers waited in the hall for the arrival of the subway.

"Boom!"

A deafening sound echoed as a wall was forcefully blasted open.

Amidst the rolling smoke, the robot stood up from the shattered bricks and aimed a shot at the oncoming vulture.

A large hole was blasted in the wall, shaking the entire subway station.

Dodging the missile, the vulture rushed forward, slamming the robot out with a "boom".

Just as a speeding subway train approached!

Feeling the whistling wind, the vulture grabbed onto the subway window, letting the train carry him away.

The high-speed train traveled underground for a while before emerging above ground on an elevated bridge.

Just as the vulture adjusted to the bright light, he saw the robot standing on top of the subway, aiming a punch at him.

The vulture immediately flew into the air, charging towards the robot.

"Boom!"

The subway's windows were instantly shattered, and the vulture and the robot tumbled into the subway car.

Passengers caught in the chaos screamed in terror and fled to other cars.

But the fight between the two quickly spread throughout the entire subway car.

...

At the Natural History Museum in New York, Gwen suffered the same symptoms as Peter.

Her heart raced, her head spun, and her body felt feverish.

Enduring the discomfort, her anxious gaze searched for Peter's figure.

And the Peter she was looking for was standing in the museum, his gaze piercing through obstacles, vaguely seeing the speeding subway.

"Buzz!"

His phone suddenly rang.

Peter answered the phone, speaking to Aunt May.

Aunt May's voice sounded urgent, "Peter, are you okay? I saw the news about the Natural History Museum!"

"I'm fine, Aunt May."

Despite experiencing pain, Peter tried to sound unaffected.

"Did you see the news? There's a weird bird and a robot fighting on Line 7 of the subway. Your uncle took Line 7 to go fishing today, and I can't reach him!"

Aunt May's voice was filled with worry and panic.

"Is Uncle Ben on that subway?"

Peter frowned.

After comforting Aunt May for a few moments, Peter hung up the phone.

With his heart beating faster and faster, his facial expression kept changing.

If he left now, he might never become Spider-Man.

The only way to dispel the threat of death was now just a pipe dream.

After a moment, he raised his head and shook it slightly.

"Hasn't Spider-Man already failed? Besides, I've always been the 'Hand of Death,' when did I become so afraid of death?"

"Boom!"

Feet planted firmly on the ground, with a "boom", the floor shattered beneath him.

The next moment, his figure had already moved outside the museum.

With his right hand covering his chest, his mind spinning, a black, brightly shining exoskeleton quickly covered his body.

The perfectly fitting exoskeleton brought him immense strength and defense.

And from a distance, the exoskeleton perfectly wrapped around every inch of his bones and muscles, displaying a different posture and a stern beauty.

"Huff! Huff!"

After covering his body with the exoskeleton, the intense dizziness overwhelmed him, and the burden of his rapidly beating heart made it impossible for him to bear it any longer.

With one hand pressing against his chest, with a "plop", he fell to his knees on the ground, feeling the presence within him that seemed to want to burst out. Peter struggled to lift his head, his gaze fixed on the distant subway.

Am I too late?!

With his right hand against the ground, his body trembling continuously, even the stones on the ground trembled slightly, and intense pain surged through his body.

"Ugh!"

Gritting his teeth, with all his might to prevent himself from passing out, Peter bent his legs slightly and stood up.

A surge of energy suddenly surged out from within him, spreading rapidly throughout his body, accompanied by an uncontrollable sensation of pain.

With a low roar, Peter pressed his right hand against the ground and blasted into the air with a "boom".

The black-glowing exoskeleton instantly covered countless sticky web-like substances, then surged outward like a dancing giant snake.

And his eyes, tinged with blood, turned crimson in an instant.

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