American Comics: The Law of Strength

Although Peter's voice was calm, there was an unquestionable majesty in his tone.

As soon as his words fell, the only remaining light in the suite burst into sparks and plunged into darkness.

Not only in the suite, but even the elevator they had just taken could not close the cabin door at this time, and the light of the entire hotel gradually disappeared from top to bottom,

as if the building was gradually dying, and the last life was condensed in Peter's palm.

Peter's gaze became intense. Although he was just standing there, both Gwen and Bullseye were shocked to notice a chill rising behind them.

His majestic figure seemed to stretch out infinitely, shrouding himself in boundless shadows.

A huge pressure volley fell, blocking both of their breathing.

The two who were still about to fight again stopped one after another, and couldn't help but shift their attention to Peter.

Gwen only felt as if a voice was warning her of the danger of the person in front of her, but she resisted the discomfort and jumped back to the ground and stood side by side with Peter.

She did not intend to leave Peter alone to face the enemy, and just as she was about to refuse Peter's order, a slight, mixed with a groan of intense pain interrupted her.

Gwen looked intently and immediately spotted the wanderer curled up on the carpet and already unconscious.

She hurriedly rushed forward to wrap the wounds on the prowler's body with spider silk, and then directly picked up the prowler and walked towards Eric, and then tied the two directly into a huge insect cocoon against Eric's surprised eyes.

Then she pulled the cocoon and walked towards the broken floor-to-ceiling window.

Peter didn't stop him, he watched Gwen do all this before suddenly asking,

"Why? Even if you could get him to the hospital immediately, he wouldn't survive tomorrow morning, not to mention that he was a criminal who committed countless murders.

Gwen didn't answer, because she didn't know the answer, she just had to be, if she gave up such a heroic act...

Gwen jumped out of the window with a huge "worm cocoon" as if to escape something, but she could still feel Peter's gaze.

That gaze stayed on her back, as if it penetrated the bottom of her heart, and saw everything about herself clearly. Peter watched Gwen

leave, and he finally understood why Gwen had been entangled with the bullseye for so long.

Because she can't, or dare not, kill anyone, and her insistence is clearly different from the credo that other Spider-Man insistence upholds, she is afraid of killing.

Obviously, Gwen is different from other Spider-Men he has come into contact with, and she is still too immature at this time, I am afraid that even the most important core of Spider-Man, the greater the strength, the greater the responsibility.

As a superhero, Gwen is not even as strong as Diane, and even Peter can occasionally see a hint of helplessness and confusion in her eyes.

Peter suddenly realized that under this superhero identity was only a sixteen-year-old girl.

Looking at Gwen's back when he left, whether it was Peter Parker who existed in his memory, or Peter now, an idea came to mind.

Rather than seeing the heroic ghostly Spider-Man in the comics, Peter would like to see her live for herself.

Perhaps retiring Ghost Spider-Man is the best option for Gwen.

Peter sighed and shook his head, wanting to retire Gwen was a long way off, and he had other problems waiting to be solved at this point.

"Goodbye is over?"

As Gwen completely disappeared from view, the bullseye also leaned out of the cover, his eyes stared at Peter, and he held a pistol in his hand, and the whole person was like a taut bowstring, ready to burst into attack at any time.

Peter also raised the muzzle slightly and aimed at the bullseye, but did not mean to pull the trigger, he did not respond to the bullseye's question, and asked rhetorically:

"I originally thought you would stop it, so why did you let her go?" I remember your mission was supposed to leave Ghost Spider-Man behind.

Bullseye's brows furrowed slightly, a little dissatisfied with the information leaked by the Prowler, but probably guessed that he was trying to save his life, and in the face of Peter's question, he was silent for two seconds, and finally replied: "I can't

deal with both of you at the same time when the Prowler can't fight, the duration of the mission is not until today, and I will have a chance in the future."

As for Eric, we didn't plan to keep him today.

But there is still a little bullseye that does not say.

He noticed the two after the Prowler was pulled into the top floor by Peter, and although he only glanced at it at the time, he could also see how fatal the Prowler's injury was, unless there was a well-equipped ICU ward next to the suite, otherwise his teammate was probably fierce.

And at the moment the only one who can save the wanderers is Ghost Spider-Man, and since she wants to help, he is also happy to let go.

After all, he and the Prowler had already carried out a lot of tasks together, and they were barely friends, and it was impossible to watch him die.

Moreover, although Peter is not the goal of his mission, he also longs to be able to fight Peter again to wash away the shame of his last failure.

For Bullseye, what he hated most was being defeated, and whenever he remembered the scene when he was cornered by Peter that day, he almost crushed his teeth.

And today Peter actually took the initiative to send the opportunity himself, then he naturally will not let it go.

His palm felt the lines on the handle of the gun, and then his fingers clenched one by one, and his eyes gradually became dangerous, he looked into Peter's eyes and asked coldly:

"Actually, should you cooperate with that ghost Spider-Man to defeat me, or do you think you can be as lucky as last time?"

"Lucky?"

Peter laughed out loud when he heard this.

"You should understand that the word between you and me does not exist, and we can live to this day not by luck, but by courage."

He glanced out the window at New York City, shrouded in night, and continued:

"That's where luck comes in, where you might be lucky not to be hit by a car, or not robbed, and hit your head by something that fell from the sky.

But we are different, our strength, our spirit determines our destiny.

Wolves never kill the hapless deer, but the weaker one.

There is no luck on the battlefield, there is only one law, our law, the most basic and primitive law of this world, only the law of strength.

A hint of surprise flashed in Bullseye's eyes, and then it turned to some kind of joy that was finally understood, and the originally cold light in his eyes completely disappeared, but transformed into a more fanatical and dangerous light.

At this time, Bullseye is no longer a killer, but a fighter again.