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Chapter 120 The Bizarre Adventure of Peter Parker
New York Hell's Kitchen.

Dejectedly, Peter Parker pushed open the door of Huanhuan's Teppanyaki shop, habitually looking for his new friend and mentor—Captain America Steve Rogers.

But looking around, he didn't find the person he was looking for.

The US team who usually stood behind the stove turned into a waiter, and the long-haired Uncle Huaxia disappeared.

Standing behind the stove is a young man who makes people feel good at a glance.

"team leader!"

Peter followed behind Steve and asked in a low voice, "Who's that standing behind the stove?"

Steve steadily delivered the plate to the guest's table, and casually replied, "That's Ian, the owner of this store. Haven't you been troubled recently, you can go and talk to him."

Steve found Peter based on the list left by Ian. Although the other party was thin, he had a well-developed mind, and most importantly, he had a heart of justice.

Looking at Peter, he thought of himself in Brooklyn, who was equally thin, but never flinched in the face of an enemy many times stronger than himself.

Therefore, the idol took the initiative to find a small fan, and the two quickly became friends, and Peter also developed the habit of often coming to Huanhuan Teppanyaki.

"He looks so young?" Peter hesitated as he looked at Ian who was wielding a kitchen knife.

Steve put away all the dirty dishes and walked towards the back kitchen: "Then you judge people by their appearance, Ian is a very powerful superhuman, with his understanding of supernatural power, it is easy to solve your troubles."

"Go, miss this opportunity, you will regret it for the rest of your life!"

Stilson noticed Peter's sudden increase in strength and change, but the kid didn't want to talk about it, and he didn't want to force it.

If Ian hadn't returned, he would have continued to wait for the opportunity to lead this child to the path of justice.

"Mr. Ian, hello. I am..."

"Peter Parker, Steve has already told me about you."

Ian was waving a shovel with both hands, and was making a piece of fried rice. Without raising his head, he said, "I asked Steve to find you. What do you want to eat?"

"Uh, just fried rice!"

Peter didn't expect to get such an answer. The CPU of his brain was burned to dryness. After Steve took the fried rice away, he replied stupidly.

He leaned forward and asked urgently: "You asked the captain to find me. Did you already know me? But I haven't seen you! What's going on here?"

"Quiet!"

Ian was so bombarded by Peter's nagging that he had a headache. He threw out the shovel in his hand and nailed it to the wooden board, making the bug shut its mouth obediently.

"Strictly speaking, I'm looking at all the special talents in New York City and judging their abilities and their stance."

"What do you mean?"

Ian's upright look made Peter weakly ask: "Are you an official from a certain government department, Area 51, the Freemasons, or the Lizardman..."

"No, I'm just an ordinary person with a little special ability."

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Ian smiled, stretched out his hand and made a cosmic motion with his fingertips, asking Xiaomi to take the shovel back for him.

"Peter, I paid attention to you at first because of your mind. But now, your body seems to have changed, which is an unexpected surprise."

Immediately, Peter crossed his arms, like a little girl who had been spotted naked, and asked, "I haven't told anyone about this, how did you know? Are you spying on me?"

"Ha, there's no need for that."

Ian put the freshly baked fried rice in front of Peter, and Xiaomi climbed onto his shoulder along his hand.

"When you see more metahumans in the future, you will be able to tell the difference as skillfully as me and Steve.

This is especially true for superhumans like you who have just transformed and cannot freely control their own power. "

"Is it so miraculous, I don't believe it!" Peter shook his head frantically, he hadn't realized that he had entered a new world.

Ian stretched out his hand, and Peter noticed that he had made a deep handprint on the iron handle.

"I……"

Peter has faded away from the excitement when he first gained superpowers, and now his heart is full of entanglements. Facing the completely unfamiliar Ian, he began to pour bitter water:
"Even if I'm strong enough to crush iron railings, I'm still the lowest student in the school. Everyone can bully me and laugh at me."

There is no natural hero in this world, even the future Spiderman is no exception. He turned grief and anger into appetite, and stuffed fried rice into his mouth with big gulps.

"That Thompson who bullied me costs a thousand dollars for a pair of shoes, but I can't even save the registration fee for submitting an application to the laboratory."

"Uncle Ben worked hard all his life and never wanted to get any ill-gotten gains, but when he reached his age, the power company kicked him away and withheld his pension."

"Aunt Mei's waist is bad, but in order to save my tuition fees, she insisted not to go to the hospital for a checkup. They thought I didn't know this, and they put on a smiling face to encourage me every morning."

Peter's hands became faster and faster, and he stuffed all the fried rice into his mouth, and big teardrops instantly slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the plate.

"This world is so unfair!"

Peter chewed and swallowed the rice grains mixed with tears. He raised his head, looked at Ian and said, "Uncle Ben has been helping others all his life, and I have been studying honestly, but in exchange for this ending."

"It's not fair, and it shouldn't be!"

"What are you going to do?"

Ian didn't react too much. He had only been back for a few hours, and he had seen not less than a dozen young people who were as miserable as Peter.

And outside the store, there are poor people who can only die silently in the midst of drugs and poverty.

They have become victims of the continued operation of the seemingly blazing fire and blooming flowers in the United States, and no one will pay attention to them.

Peter licked the plate clean. He didn't have the habit of wasting food. He stammered and said, "I heard from others that underground black boxing is very profitable. I want to go to the ring to earn money to support my family."

"Very naive idea!" Ian commented mercilessly.

Peter puffed up his face in disbelief, but in front of Steve, he had no wild thoughts.

Ian didn't want the little spider to grow up after a tragic loss.

A mature hero will always go to tragedy bravely, instead of waiting for tragedy to come to him.

"Come with me, I'll take you to see what happens to those who fight black boxing."

Ian took off his apron and walked out the door with Xiaomi.

Steve worriedly asked: "Is it too early for him to face the real world now?"

He was worried that the cruel operating logic of reality would destroy Sunshine Peter, leaving him devastated.

Ian is not worried at all: "Don't worry, Peter Parker is not as fragile as you think, he will become an excellent hero!"

"Okay, but you have to hurry up, I can't run the whole restaurant by myself." Steve sighed as he watched the restaurant with more and more people.

Ian nodded and waved to Peter who was catching up, and the two walked outside the store.

Ian asked Peter who followed him, "Can you spin silk?"

"How did you know I could spin silk? I told you."

"You said it yourself, you were bitten by a spider!"

Ian coaxed the child without blushing or panting.

"Impossible, I never said that."

"Then how do I know you can spin silk?"

Ian asked back three times, completely knocking Peter out.

"Okay, whether you can spin silk or not, find a way to keep up!"

The holy armor crest on Ian's chest flashed, and he put on the Indian holy armor. He stretched out his right hand, grabbed the roof of the building a hundred meters away, and flew out with a flick.

Peter let out a "wow", spider webs shot out from his wrist, and he chased after him.

　The Spider-Man in this book is a mixture of the first and second generation movie spiders, without elements of the third generation.

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