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Chapter 86 I'm really angry right now!

Chapter 86 I'm really angry right now!

After leaving the police station.

Peter and Gwen returned to George's police car.

As soon as I got on the bus.

Peter said impatiently, "I think we should go to the prison again and see if they're even there!"

Hearing this, Gwen, who was standing next to him, was a little puzzled: "But the data results show that there is no problem. The result is very clear: only Horror was captured by them."

Peter shook his head: "No, if Thriller is taken away by them, it means that others could also be replaced without a trace."

George, sitting in the driver's seat, sighed softly and looked back at Peter.

"Peter, you're being a little too hasty."

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George continued, "Suppose we go to jail right now and find out they've been switched, what can you do?"

He paused, as if afraid Peter might misunderstand, and explained, "I understand your concerns, but son, some things have to be done slowly. Taking too big a step can easily hurt yourself..."

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"And we all know his target is you, but don't forget, you still have us."

After saying that, George turned around, not giving Peter a chance to speak.

As for now...

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He stared at those brown eyes in the rearview mirror.

"Let's go home for dinner."

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Seeing this, Peter said nothing more.

Indeed, he is not fighting alone now.

He just hated the feeling of being watched.

Norman Osborn was like that.

Peter couldn't guarantee that the people targeting him this time wouldn't be as easy to talk to as Norman had been.

Even though the people around him possessed extraordinary abilities, he was still worried.

If he could, he would rather face them alone than cause trouble for those around him.

Peter leaned back in the back seat, let out a soft breath, and then his hand was suddenly grasped.

It's Gwen.

She said, "Don't forget, we just formed a team of heroes this afternoon."

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Peter laughed and said, "Forget about it!"

After about ten minutes, the vehicle was moving quite fast, and they soon returned to the apartment.

Peter first called Aunt May and briefly explained that he was having dinner with the Gwens that evening.

The old man didn't say anything, only reminding them to be polite and, if possible, to invite Stacy's family to their cottage for dinner another day.

"I'll tell them... umm, love you Mei, goodbye."

hang up the phone.

Peter glanced at the crow lying listlessly on the living room sofa.

This guy looked listless, completely lacking his previous energy.

Peter couldn't help but chuckle. "What's wrong with you?"

Oz glanced at him, then turned over so his back was to Peter.

"Nothing's wrong, I'm perfectly fine."

Peter didn't believe him. He reached out and nudged Oz, only to find that the feathers on Oz's back felt a little off.

While he was still wondering what was going on, Oz sat up and stared at him with a fierce look.

"I've been bullied," said Crow.

"Who would dare bully you?"

Stan Lee.

"Who?!"

Oz flapped his wings and shooed Peter away with a look of disgust: "Go eat your food. I'm really angry right now. I'm going to find a few blind little birds to vent my anger on later."

As soon as Ya Ya finished speaking, Peter heard Officer Stacy wave to him, signaling him to hurry over for dinner.

"What did your aunt say? Should I call her to make sure you're alright?"

"No need, Uncle."

Peter shrugged helplessly at Oz's lazy appearance and walked towards the dining table.

The last time I ate here, I had an unpleasant argument with Officer George, and it was so embarrassing.

And now...

"What are you still standing there for?"

"They're here."

Peter glanced back at Oz and saw him first cover his head with his wings, then angrily pound the sofa with his wings, and then disappear with a bang.

Peter smiled and returned to the table.

Looking at the heartwarming scene before me.

He swore.

We must not allow that so-called hunter to sabotage our efforts.

A crow chasing birds (divider): "Damn it, where are you taking me?!"

My vision was completely black, and I was being pushed and shoved along an unknown road.

Because his view was obstructed, he took every step with extreme caution.

However, the people escorting him from behind didn't care whether he could see or not. Whenever he slowed down, he would be pushed hard and almost fall to the ground.

Just like now.

boom!

He took a terrifying step and fell to the ground.

"Damn it, what do you guys want? Where am I? Where's Spider-Man?!"

His words seemed to sink without a trace, and every word he uttered went unanswered.

Are you all mute?!

He screamed in terror and anger, then in the next second he was lifted up like a chick and carried away.

He walked for a few minutes, maybe half an hour, he didn't know.

Just as he said before.

You can't see it yourself.

Finally, at some point, the black cloth on his head was removed.

His vision returned instantly.

Startled, he instinctively squinted his eyes.

I started to look around at my surroundings.

He found himself in a medieval-style hall with a bright red carpet on the floor. Everything around him had a sense of historical weight, as if it were something that only a noble family would possess.

Looking back in horror, he saw that the people who had escorted him were several burly men with their faces covered in paint. They looked like professional hunters, but at the same time, they had a modern style, which made them look particularly awkward.

He turned his head, looking both shocked and annoyed: "Doesn't anyone want to explain?"

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The men remained silent, then gave him a deep look, their eyes filled with disdain, as if to say, "Is that all?"

Annoyed by the stares, the thief tried to activate the vibration device to deliver a couple of shockwaves, only to find that the device had already been removed.

Enraged, he made a startled decision not to stoop to their level.

Since this group of people brought him here, it means he's still somewhat useful.

So he continued to look around.

The next second, a deep voice sounded from behind.

"I've already had your equipment upgraded."

As soon as he turned his head in shock, he saw the person playing with his vibrating device. When the person noticed his gaze, the vibrating device was thrown at him.

He reached out and took it, checked the device, and then looked up.

He was very robust.

That was his first impression of the guy.

If you continue watching, you'll feel like you're facing a humanoid beast.

"What do you want?" he asked in horror.

However, Craven had no such question. "Put on the device and fight me."

"What?" Jing Shen was somewhat confused.

Craven smiled slightly, appearing very patient.

"Put on the device, then fight me."

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