Two shots to the body, one to the head—nothing short of divine intervention could save them. That was the standard agent method of silencing someone. Shadow Spider-Man could be called the Batman among Spider-Men. More importantly, he had no no-killing rule. He was the kind of ruthless person who believed, "If you want to kill me, I'll kill you first." He fired without hesitation.
He put away his gun and walked over to inspect the corpse. The bow in the man's hand was handmade, not one of those modern compound bows. Otherwise, Peter could never have caught the arrow. Even so, if that arrow had hit him, he would have been crippled if not killed. So Peter felt no sympathy whatsoever for the body on the ground. He crouched down and began searching it.
"God!" Familiro suddenly emerged from the bushes. He seemed deeply shocked by what had happened. "You... you killed him! How could you..."
"He tried to kill me first," Peter said coldly. "If I hadn't dodged that arrow, I'd be the one lying there now. He was the murderer. I was only stopping him from committing a crime."
"But you still shouldn't have just..."
"There's no should or shouldn't. There's only whether you can or can't." Peter sounded utterly calm. "He failed to kill me, so he died."
Familiro seemed stunned by his attitude. Peter found only a hunting knife on the man, nothing else. He stood up, took two more gulps of lake water, and realized he had nearly drained the bottle. He quickly headed down to refill it.
He had already discovered that the water could not strengthen him, but it could restore his Spider-Sense. Spider-Sense was the ability he relied on most. It was extremely important to him. With Spider-Sense, he had everything. He