I'm not Spider-Man, even though I'm parasitized by an alien!

Just as Crandale was reversing his car, the crowd quickly blocked the way for him to back up.

Crandale slammed his fist on the steering wheel, opened the car door, and helped Cindy out of the car.

A crowd had gathered around the injured person, and a blonde woman who appeared to be a nurse was trying to save him.

Crandale glanced at the injured man.

This was a young man of about 20 years old, and he made a diagnosis in just three seconds: the young man was going to die.

Half of his head was crushed, his neck was broken, and a collarbone was protruding from his swollen and twisted right shoulder.

A pus-like liquid slowly flowed from his head and onto the ground.

Crandale could even see the brains of young people, still pulsating through a piece of broken skull, as if he could see inside through shattered glass.

It's incredible that this young man is still alive.

The tragic state of the young man before him reminded him of the deaths of his comrades on the battlefield.

The bodies of comrades hit by artillery shells were mangled beyond recognition, even more gruesome than this.

After a moment of silence for the young people, Crandale calmly escorted Cindy through the screaming crowd.

"Call an ambulance!" the blonde woman, who appeared to be a nurse, shouted urgently to those around her. "He's dying—"

"The ambulance is on its way."

Someone nearby responded to her.

But most of the people were only concerned with saving their own lives.

Although Crandale wanted to help, he was powerless to do so.

"Whoosh!"

A bullet grazed his scalp!

Realizing the danger, he understood that the terrorists might be exchanging fire with the security personnel.

Even louder screams and cries filled the entire venue.

"Oh, God!"

Crandale slapped his forehead and immediately pulled Cindy into hiding.

At this moment, he and Cindy were hiding behind a car, too afraid to move and could only wait for rescue.

Several other people were also hiding behind the car, including a blonde woman and a young man who was injured and dying.

A white man hiding in the back of the car asked the blonde woman, "Madam, what should we do in this situation? There's no ambulance. Should we call an airport security patrol car or a state emergency medical services ambulance?"

The blonde woman looked panicked and dejected.

But her voice remained calm as she replied, "I'm sorry, I don't know. I've never encountered this situation since I started my internship at the hospital."

Looking at the bewildered group of people around him, Crandall couldn't help but say, "Call the airport security. If it's too late to call the emergency medical services, send their ambulances. Once the criminals' firepower can't reach this area, you can use a fire truck to take him to Bangor. At least fire trucks have sirens and signal lights."

Upon hearing this, the white man gritted his teeth and suddenly rushed out.

At the risk of being shot, this passenger, seemingly driven by a sense of justice, appeared to be calling for security.

A hint of guilt flashed in Crandale's eyes.

No matter what they do, this young man is going to die.

The reason I said that was simply to get someone to call the airport security office, which was not far from here.

Cindy seemed to see through his thoughts, her insightful gaze fixed on him.

Incredibly, the dying man started moving.

His eyes moved and opened.

The eyes were blue, and the irises were covered in blood.

The eyes looked around blankly, but saw nothing.

He tried to move his head, but Crandale, who was taking over from the nurse, pressed him down firmly to prevent him from moving.

The other person had a broken neck, and head injuries can cause extreme pain.

Cindy, who was standing next to him, asked Crandale, "How long can he keep this up?"

"I don't know. I might die at any moment, or I might hold on until the ambulance arrives. Maybe only the doctor can tell us."

As soon as he said it, he realized that it was foolish and pointless to say it in this situation.

This was a question asked by an outsider, but the hole in the young man's head made him feel like an outsider himself, because no one could do anything about it.

Cindy then asked, "What are your plans next, Mr. Crandale?"

"We need to get out of here as soon as possible; I don't know what happened here."

Crandale answered.

He immediately realized what might have happened, and that this was also his responsibility.

Crandall said to Cindy, "We can't just sit here and wait to die. I have to take you to another door."

As he spoke, he stood up and looked toward another door in the airport.

It's far from the point of fire, making it a suitable hiding place.

The moment he stood up, the airport glass shattered with a crash.

Immediately afterward, to his astonishment, a burly man wielding a gun smashed through the glass and emerged.

The ground trembled slightly from the impact of the opponent's massive body.

Cindy also saw this scene, and she looked towards the airport entrance.

I spotted a somewhat familiar figure standing there.

That looks like Spider-Man?!

Isn't it Gwen?

A hint of doubt flashed through her mind, but her gaze remained fixed on Spider-Man's figure.

She was there because she knew Gwen was inside the airport while Tony Stark was preparing to board a plane.

She had planned the attack to test Spider-Gwen's abilities, but Spider-Man showed up first.

Peter Parker, is that you?

She had always suspected that Peter Parker was Spider-Man, and now his appearance only confirmed her suspicions.

The sudden appearance of Spider-Man brought a sigh of relief to everyone.

When Crandall saw the other person appear, his expression became less tense than before.

With Spider-Man's appearance, the other party may attract all the terrorists' firepower.

Crandale heard police sirens blaring; airport police were on their way.

He told Cindy, "You stay here, I'll be right back."

He wanted to drive the car out.

After Crandale left, on Cindy's side, the dying young man made gurgling sounds in his throat as he tried to speak.

Cindy could make out some syllables, but she couldn't understand what he was saying.

She leaned down and said, "Don't worry, you'll be alright."

Despite saying that, there was no hint of comfort in her eyes.

The nurse standing nearby, witnessing the scene before her, felt a wave of nausea and quickly covered her mouth with her hand to suppress it.

The young man made indistinct sounds: "Clatter, creak—"

As the culprit who caused the death of the young man in front of her, Cindy felt no remorse whatsoever.

She had experienced the same thing countless times.

No one's death would change her mindset.

She had conducted countless human experiments herself, and there were many more human beings that were even more severely affected than this.

She looked up and gazed at Crandall.

Poor Crandale had no idea that he was the culprit.

Despite the thought that crossed her mind, her expression remained unchanged.

She even recalled the horrific state of the experimental human bodies she had witnessed for the first time.

Back then, I must have been just as panicked as this nurse in front of me, right?

She looked around and realized that she was now alone with the young people.

Despite the danger, the nurse ran to a nearby makeshift storage room, which seemed to contain basic medicines and other medical supplies.

Faintly, she could hear the nurses shouting that she needed a stretcher.

Cindy doubted whether she could find the stretcher in the storeroom; after all, this wasn't a magic hut where you could pull out anything.

Turning her thoughts back to the present, she looked down at the young man lying on the ground.

The ground near the young man's head was stained with a muddy purple bloodstain, and the young man's cerebrospinal fluid had stopped flowing out.

It was obvious that he couldn't hold on any longer.

But this is for the best, it will end his suffering sooner.

She looked at the young man in front of her coldly, her expression devoid of any sympathy.

She shook her head slightly and said to the other person, "Although it may be a bit harsh to say this, it's far better for you to be dead than alive now. After all, you'll be stuck in this pain forever. Sometimes, death is a relief for humans, don't you think?"

The young man seemed to understand her words, and a will to survive shone in his eyes.

Clearly, he didn't want to end his life like that.

He felt that he could still salvage the situation, at least in the present moment.

Crandall has started the car and is driving this way.

The young man, who was breathing heavily and exhaling, suddenly changed.