The Lizard-Man

"Nice work, Spider-Man!"

A child's voice called from above. He had watched Spider-Man turn the tide and couldn't help but cheer him on.

Peter leaped lightly onto the windowsill where the child stood. "Thanks for the support, kid. Could you call the police for me?"

"Okay, Spider-Man!"

Peter waved, then climbed onto the rooftop, ready to catch his breath.

His body hadn't fully healed yet; he'd just been pushing himself to finish the last exchange.

He needed to relax his entire body to speed up the recovery process.

Finding a corner, Peter sat down, leaning his head against the wall as he thought.

He had originally planned to follow Captain Stacy and show off in front of him to improve his image.

But after that interruption, he had clearly lost him.

Now, he needed to figure out a way to find Captain Stacy again.

Just then.

Bzzzz—

His phone, hidden in his pocket, vibrated.

Peter pulled out his phone and saw a message from Gwen:

[Hope you're okay. Is everything alright? Something happened at the Williamsburg Bridge.]

"Williamsburg Bridge! Thanks, Gwen!" Peter understood. Gwen, afraid he'd lose track, had specifically gathered this information for him.

Gwen also hoped Peter could change Spider-Man's image in her father's eyes.

Otherwise, she had two people she loved on both sides—her boyfriend and her father. One love was romantic, the other familial.

Caught in the middle, she was truly stuck between a rock and a hard place.

She was actually more eager than Peter for him to clear Spider-Man's name!

Peter tucked his phone back into his suit's pocket, stood up, and stretched his body.

After resting for a bit, his body had indeed recovered completely.

During his brief rest, he had also figured out the problem with his web-shooter.

A small screw had come loose, causing the firing button to get stuck.

A simple push fixed this minor issue.

But he wasn't done yet.

Peter also took the opportunity to adjust a few parts on his web-shooter.

This was experience from another version of himself.

After slightly adjusting the parameters, the web-shooter, which originally had only one firing mode, now had three.

Peter tried shooting some web fluid. Perfect, it worked as expected!

"Great! Let's go!" Peter looked up, his eyes lighting up.

In the sky not far away, a helicopter was also heading towards the Williamsburg Bridge.

"How about a ride? I'm such a smart little spider!"

Peter started with a sprint, then leaped high, shooting a web line into the air that stuck to the underside of the helicopter. He then dangled lightly beneath it.

"That little interruption wasted some time. I hope it's not too late when I get there!"

—

Meanwhile.

On the distant Williamsburg Bridge, traffic had slowly come to a halt.

Niles Van Laada, sitting in a car, felt impatient as the vehicle stopped.

He had just threatened the incompetent Curt Connors at Osborn Industries.

He had told Connors to deliver the partially produced serum to the veterans' hospital under the guise of a flu vaccine for discreet human trials.

But that ungrateful fellow had refused him!

There was nothing he could do but go himself.

He was currently on his way to the veterans' hospital in Brooklyn.

But this damn traffic had blocked him!

"Alfred, can you go see what's happening? When will this damn traffic start moving?" Niles asked, forcing patience into his tone.

"Yes, Doctor," driver Alfred replied, opening the door and getting out.

Thump!

Not long after Alfred left, the rear of the car was roughly kissed, and the entire vehicle shook.

"Oh~" Niles said speechlessly, "This is just great."

BOOM!

Before he could finish complaining, the car behind him slammed into his, forcing his car to swerve off its original path and crash into the edge of the bridge.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing!" Niles turned his head and cursed angrily.

At this moment, he noticed many people on the bridge outside the car window screaming and fleeing towards the other side of the bridge from behind.

"What happened?"

"Get back in the car!"

"Hey, what's going on back there?"

"Mom!"

"Oh, motherfucker!"

The bridge was in chaos, and Niles was also becoming flustered by the panic, not knowing what exactly had happened.

However, he had a vague sense that something was wrong.

After hesitating for a second, he decided to follow the crowd and get away from this dangerous place first!

However, when he tried to open the car door, he found it was locked and wouldn't open!

"Damn it!" Niles yanked it a few times and kicked it with his foot, but the car door remained completely still.

There was no way. When he was rear-ended earlier, this car had been unfortunately wedged in!

There was another car on his left and the edge of the bridge on his right, so he couldn't get out!

At this moment, in his panic, he glanced back and saw a huge figure, which stunned him.

The figure was over two meters tall, with a long tail dragging behind it. Its skin was green and bumpy, clearly a giant, humanoid lizard!

"What the hell is that thing!" Niles was terrified.

He saw the humanoid lizard looking into the cars one by one with its head, as if searching for something.

Stare!

Just as Niles was watching the humanoid lizard, its head suddenly turned, and its gaze met his.

"Niles..." the humanoid lizard spat out a name and walked quickly towards Niles.

Thump!

Thump!

Thump!

The heavy footsteps made the bridge deck tremble slightly with each step.

And each step also pounded on Niles's heart!

Although he didn't know why, he felt that this ugly lizard monster had come for him!

CRASH!

The glass of the luxury sedan was shattered directly, and a large hand with sharp claws reached in.

Niles fearfully shrank to the other corner of the sedan.

The lizard-man's hand missed, tearing the leather seat to shreds!

CRASH!

Another sound.

The car body shook, and the lizard-man jumped onto the luxury car, then grabbed downwards forcefully, creating a large hole in the roof!

Niles dodged in terror again, this time hiding himself under the rear seat of the car.

The tips of the sharp, long claws grazed his suit, tearing the front of his suit into strips of rags.

A smell of urine slowly began to permeate the car cabin.