The One Who Couldn't Be Saved

Spider-Man's arrival did nothing to quell Cassie Webb's warning-like visions. Instead, it was like pouring a ladle of cold water into a vat of boiling oil—the whole thing exploded, sending scorching oil splattering everywhere!

This was what Cassie Webb was facing now. Countless visions flooded her senses, nearly driving her insane.

The last person to make her intuition explode like this had been Henry Brown. And it had been countless times worse than Spider-Man's appearance, nearly frying her brain and causing it to shut down completely.

What frightened Cassie Webb even more was the vision of O'Neill, the captain who had always looked after her, covered in blood. Spider-Man's appearance had not made that vision disappear. Instead, it only grew more intense.

The injured man she had been treating with CPR was already breathing and had a heartbeat on his own, and he had regained consciousness.

This was a good thing for Cassie Webb, because she was close to losing herself between visions and reality.

If she kept pressing on his chest, who knew whether she would be saving him or harming him.

But after O'Neill finished speaking with the firefighters and prepared to leave, Cassie's mind suddenly cleared. She told the man she had treated, "Sir, you've recovered. My colleagues will take good care of you. Please rest behind the ambulance for now."

After saying that, she hurried after her captain. "O'Neill, where are you going?"

"Cathy, I'm heading to the other two sites to see whether any of our people went into the fire. Someone needs to remind them to bring them out."

"Are you driving there?"

"Of course. Those two places are quite a distance away. There are enough ambulances here, so taking one for the moment shouldn't cause any problems. If I walked, I don't know