What's wrong with Superman's son wanting to be Superman?

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finally.

Four robbers had taken the hostages, and the unfortunate last robber could only point a gun at his own temple, trying to make the police wary of him by using himself as a hostage.

"Bang~"

At this moment.

However, a police officer suddenly opened fire.

The robber fell to the ground immediately.

Seeing that the other robbers were all terrified and had given up struggling, kneeling down and begging for mercy, the policeman who fired the shot seemed to realize something, as if he didn't understand why he had fired the shot.

of course.

The police themselves didn't understand.

Some people understand.

"See that?! The robber who was killed was a thug named Blackie! He was even planning to commit suicide. This double buff directly triggered a skill that was once ingrained in the soul of this rookie veteran cop in New York!"

Ian's explanation was intended to corroborate his previous speculation about soul reincarnation.

only.

He still couldn't get Doctor Strange to figure anything out.

"So, the matter is over?"

Doctor Strange removed his appendix, and just now, the way he pulled out several guns from it truly made it hard to tell whether he was a sorcerer or not.

"This is not the end of the story. The rate at which evil is spreading is far beyond my expectations—the first superhuman crime has already occurred." Holographic Tony switched the camera video again.

The television screen then switched to the perspective of a roadside surveillance camera.

The police car in front of the camera was overturned by some enormous impact, and a shrill, metallic whistling sound pierced the air. In the thick smoke, a deformed figure slowly straightened up—the thing had Spider-Man's iconic inverted triangle eye mask, but the mask was torn in half, revealing a distorted half of a human face underneath.

"Spider-Man?"

Ian was taken aback at first.

"No! It's a spider monster! No wonder he went to do striptease!"

He then suddenly woke up with a start.

"Goo~"

Doctor Strange had never seen such a terrifying creature in his life.

He swallowed hard.

The spider monster was hunched over.

Eight gleaming spider legs burst forth from the spine, each tip dripping a viscous liquid, making it look truly terrifying.

Its movements were both spider-like and human-like, twisted in a nauseating way. Suddenly, it pounced on a woman who had fallen, its black spider legs piercing her shoulders like forks and lifting her into the air.

"Help! Someone help me!"

The woman's voice abruptly stopped.

"Give birth, give birth, you have to give me lots and lots of children, hahahahaha." The monster's split jaw suddenly expanded to an unbelievable width, revealing layers upon layers of serrated sharp teeth. It lowered its head and bit the woman's head, the sound of skull shattering mixed with chewing sounds coming from the monitor speaker.

"Where did this monster come from?"

"What should we do? I don't want to attack it! A pistol definitely won't kill it!"

Behind the burning wreckage of the taxi, several police officers slumped to the ground. One of the young officers had his service pistol lying between his legs, and dark stains of wet water had seeped into his police trousers.

It wasn't just the general public who were trembling with fear.

These New York police officers were also trembling with fear.

Just when everyone was at a loss.

A black and white figure suddenly swam into the frame from the edge.

"what is that?"

Some people gasped in surprise.

"A superhuman who's not afraid of death? Is he... or is she trying to be a hero?"

The police officers also looked up.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone.

With her black and white Spider-Man performing a graceful aerial somersault, she attempts to launch an attack, hoping to stop the disaster, her webs striking the monster's face with pinpoint accuracy as she darts across its body.

However, the damage from this attack was actually minimal; instead, it thoroughly enraged the spider monster.

"Humans! How dare you blaspheme the great gods?" The spider monster let out a sharp bang, and its metallic spider legs shot out at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

"Bang~"

Unable to dodge in time, the black-and-white Spider-Man was swung around like a baseball, crashing into a convenience store on the street corner. Amidst the crashing of the collapsing shelves, a lock of long hair peeked out from under the shattered white mask.

"Delivery girl?"

Doctor Strange's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"I knew it! I knew from the beginning that Gwen was suspicious!" Ian slapped Doctor Strange's thigh, thought for a moment, then turned and ran toward the gates of the Sanctum Sanctorum.

"You're going to rescue someone?"

Doctor Strange didn't dare to follow.

"I'm going to save you."

Ian's response quickly disappeared.

He soared into the sky in the street, as countless people stared in disbelief.

……

The streets of Queens are burning.

On the broken asphalt road, the car wreckage was twisted into a charred skeleton, and gasoline leaking from the fuel tank meandered through the cracks like burning red venomous snakes.

Thick smoke billowed and licked the sky.

The afternoon sunlight was filtered into a sickly, dim yellow. The shards of glass crackled faintly in the heat, as if the entire street were groaning in pain.

"Damn it! How could I be so bad at fighting? I was so good in my dreams." Gwen Stacy lay on her back in the ruins of the convenience store, her white battle suit stained a dirty grayish-pink with blood and dust. She tried to prop herself up, but a piercing pain shot through her left arm—it had suffered a very serious fracture.

"Ok?"

Gwen was quite surprised that she could make such a precise judgment.

But she had no time to be stunned. Not far away, the monster that called itself a "god" was slowly approaching, its eight spider legs digging into the ground alternately, making a teeth-grinding grinding sound.

"No one can save you." The monster's voice sounded like fingernails scratching a blackboard, with a nervous tremor. "Look at those people, they only have awe and fear for me!"

The spider monster seemed to be enjoying this feeling.

Upon hearing this, Gwen recoiled sharply, turning her head with difficulty. The fire escape staircases on both sides of the street were crowded with onlookers, their cell phone cameras flashing in the smoke, but no one pressed the 911 button. Closer by, several police officers huddled behind an overturned police car, burying their heads in their arms like startled ostriches.

“You should be like them.” The monster bent down, revealing half of Peter Parker’s face beneath the torn mask. “Submit to me, this great god!”

He spoke to Gwen.

"no way!"

Gwen was terrified, but her attitude remained resolute.

"Why don't you?!" The spider-like monster was enraged again, its spider legs suddenly lashing out, sending Gwen flying like a rag doll, crashing heavily beside the wreckage of the police car. The young policeman hiding behind the car screamed and scrambled away, his badge falling beside Gwen—stained with fresh blood.

"Shoot!"

Gwen coughed up blood and grabbed the badge, throwing it at the Spider-Man.

Twenty meters away.

The monster was piercing another policeman's chest with its spider legs as easily as a child tearing open a candy wrapper, but the other policemen hesitated to act due to fear and apprehension.

They only dared to hide in another place.

"Their behavior is justified, after all, that's the law of nature." The monster sucked the blood from the spider's leg, its voice suddenly becoming unusually clear, "Food should all have their own awareness. Facing a god at the top of the food chain like me, you should wash your necks clean and wait to be eaten by me!"

The spider-man approached Gwen again.

And at this time.

boom!

Gunshots tore through the thick smoke.

The monster staggered.

Its furious compound eyes turned toward the direction from which the bullet had come.

Gwen's pupils suddenly contracted.

"dad?!"

She gasped in surprise.

I saw.

not far away.

Sheriff George Stacy stood beside the burning newsstand, his police revolver puffing smoke in the thick smoke.

His police uniform was soaked in blood on the right shoulder, yet he held his gun steadily with his injured arm. However, no matter how much he called for help from his colleagues, neither passersby nor police officers dared to attack the monster.

Their souls.

After the snap of the fingers.

It's not just about reducing crime.

Something else is missing.

"This is truly tragic."

The monster let out a laugh like a baby crying, and crawled toward Gwen with a greedy look in his eyes. "Your superhuman genes are quite good. You and your daughter can have my babies together!"

"The laws of nature dictate survival of the fittest, and my race will inevitably be the future of Earth..." Before he could finish his boastful words, his mutated forelimbs reached out towards Gwen.