Chapter 206 Peter, You Are the Killer!

After hearing Gwen's voice, Peter immediately returned to the room.

Sarah also hurriedly followed.

The TV in the living room was turned on and was playing current news.

"It is reported that there was an attack near Canney Street in Brooklyn, and it is suspected that unknown creatures attacked passers-by around."

As the news anchor reported, a hideous monster appeared on the TV screen, attacking passers-by.

The monster seemed to have lost its mind, with long fangs, a protruding forehead, and red eyes. It would pounce on people and bite them.

Gwen, who didn't know the situation, looked at the TV screen and turned to Peter in confusion and asked: "What is this? A zombie?"

"No."

Peter shook his head and said: "I have killed similar creatures before. It should be a monster formed by the infection of people bitten by Barton Parnell."

The spider ogre that was killed in the cemetery when Sarah was rescued before had this characteristic.

Sarah nodded in shock at the scene in front of her, "Yes, he was bitten by a recluse spider and mutated. This spider will lay eggs in other organisms. Maybe these people were infected by him in this way."

Thinking that Barton almost bit her, she still felt a little scared.

She glanced at Peter.

If Peter hadn't rescued her, she would have been like these people.

"We have to stop these infected spider monsters."

Gwen immediately stood up and put on the hood on her head.

Although it was not her own world, taking responsibility to help others was a sense of responsibility engraved in Gwen's bones.

Although Peter didn't want to meddle in other people's business, he stood up after seeing Gwen's actions.

But the moment he stood up, he felt a sense of instability.

A feeling of dizziness hit his mind.

The alien embryo in his chest began to beat violently again.

This time the beating was more intense than ever before, as if it was about to jump out of the chest.

The feeling of nausea and vomiting was transmitted to the brain along the nerves.

Countless turbid and countless memory fragments began to flash back in his mind.

These incomplete memories were incoherent like fragments, and even the most basic continuity could not be achieved.

But he could vaguely recognize that these were the memories of Spider-Man in countless multiverses.

At the same time, a feeling of vomiting surged directly from the chest to the throat.

In order to avoid the same result as Helen's pregnancy last time, Peter resisted not vomiting it out.

The feeling of fullness all over the body, the power continued to rush out like a tide.

The power was filled, and even the bones of his body were aching.

He clenched his fists and endured the pain in his body.

Is the alien embryo in his body growing again?

After absorbing the souls, or life energy, of countless Spider-Man in Morlun's body, he chose to inherit the high-quality DNA, which caused the body to be unable to bear the load.

Gwen next to him quickly noticed that something was wrong with Peter.

Seeing Peter frowning and trembling slightly, she immediately asked, "Are you okay, Peter?"

"No, I'm probably too tired. I'll be fine after a rest."

Peter tried not to show anything unusual.

He pretended to be calm and said to Gwen, "You go to the scene first. I'll rush over after a rest."

"Really?"

Gwen was very worried about his current state, and her face was full of worry.

"Maybe I can stay here with you. Maybe the police will rush over soon. They may not need me too much."

Gwen wanted to find a reason for herself.

She wanted to stay and take care of Peter.

"I'm fine. You don't have to force yourself to change for me, Gwen."

Peter comforted Gwen.

Finally, Gwen reluctantly rushed to the scene.

After Gwen left, Peter, who was standing, stretched out his hand and pressed Sarah's shoulder.

Sarah quickly held Peter with her hand and said to him, "Are you really okay? I think you are just holding on. Only a girl like Gwen would be fooled by you."

"I am not lying with malicious intent, so it is understandable."

Peter asked the other party to help him go to bed to rest.

"Your body is getting hot."

Sarah frowned and touched Peter's forehead with her hand. She found that his forehead was terribly hot.

And she could even hear the intense heartbeat.

"No, no, I have to take you to the hospital."

Sarah immediately wanted to take out her mobile phone to call the emergency number.

"No need."

Peter reached out to stop her, "I am not an ordinary person. Even the hospital can't solve my symptoms."

"Then we can't do nothing."

Sarah said excitedly, "What kind of battle did you go through at night?"

At this moment, she felt that she was a fool. She didn't even notice that Peter was wrong at first.

"Nothing, just killed a hunter with a bad reputation."

Peter replied to her while enduring the pain.

"Okay, you take a rest first, I'll think of a solution."

Sarah realized that she had said too much, and immediately helped Peter to her room.

"Bang!"

Peter fell heavily on her bed.

After covering Peter with a blanket, she left the room anxiously.

Sitting on the sofa, Sarah watched the news on TV, but found that she had no interest at all.

She turned off the TV, put her hand on her forehead, lowered her head and closed her eyes to rest.

But because of Peter's incident, I couldn't calm down anyway.

From the first time the two met in the cemetery, to when the other party brought his unconscious self into the room in Barton's hands.

These images could never go away from her mind.

Drowsily, she fell into sleep.

Suddenly!

She suddenly saw the hand of the spider ogre she encountered in the cemetery attacking her again.

Frightened, she opened her eyes and curled back.

When he raised his head, he saw Peter's face.

"Am I asleep?"

Sarah stood up sheepishly.

"yes."

"etc!"

Sarah, who realized something was wrong, made a startled sound, "Are you okay?"

"That's what it looks like so far."

After resting for an hour, his physical symptoms were much relieved.

Although I still have some fever, dizziness and discomfort, it does not affect my activities now.

"That's good."

She breathed a sigh of relief when she heard Peter say it was okay.

"I knew you wouldn't fall down easily. After all, you don't look like the kind of person who is easily knocked down."

Peter asked her curiously: "Can you still see something like this?"

"Of course, for example, I can see that you and Spider-Woman, I mean Gwen, your two styles are obviously different. You are like a killer."

"Killer?"

Peter repeated the word, looking thoughtful.

"Indeed, I am a killer, and I don't want to hide it. This cannot be explained by simply saying that I have killed people before. After all, other Spider-Man has also killed people, under certain circumstances."

Peter looked out at the dark night and continued to Sarah: "But obviously, Gwen and I are different from those Spider-Man. I have seen things that they have not seen, brutality, destruction and darkness."

Sarah looked at Peter's face blankly, listening to the other person's story.

"So sometimes I'm not a good person. I always believe that Spider-Man's crime-fighting can't solve any problems."

Sarah understood what Peter wanted to say, "You mean, to eradicate evil, you must severely punish them."

"Almost."

Peter suddenly thought of the Heir family.

He said to Sara: "Now I am busy targeting my enemies and planning to destroy them all. In order to avoid future troubles, do you still think that I am a good person now?"

"I'm an animal conservationist."

Sara shrugged her shoulders, "Didn't you say that animals cannot be viewed and restrained according to the morality between humans? For superheroes, perhaps they cannot be treated with ordinary morality. In any case, you are here with me. , are all good people.”

Speaking of this, Sara suddenly felt a little dry.

The closer she got to Peter's face, the more she felt she had to do something.

Somehow, she suddenly thought of what her best friend had said to her before.

"Like dazzling fireworks; like a vibrant fountain; like a solemn twenty-one-gun salute; like a rocket soaring into the sky; like Pavarotti's concert; like the Big Bang, the Great Convergence, and then again big Bang."

Sarah, who was thinking wildly, gently moved her lips closer to Peter.

Just when she thought she was touching the fireworks, experiencing the fountains and rockets that her best friend was talking about, a finger stopped on her lips.

Peter held up his finger to stop her.

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