New York.
This internationally famous metropolis had a permanent population of 8.4 million.
People came and went on the streets, traffic flowed in endless streams, and people laughed, played, and chatted freely, treading through dazzling lights as they roamed through this peaceful night.
Whoosh!
A dark shadow flashed above the crowd. Having just solved a robbery, Spider-Man Peter Parker wandered aimlessly between the buildings. As New York's friendly neighborhood, a superhero who fought criminals, the citizens' smiles and thumbs-up were the highest praise he could receive.
"This is a pretty nice night. Maybe I should bring Aunt May a gift when I go back."
The web-shooter on his left wrist sprayed out an ultra-strong strand of webbing, and Spider-Man leisurely changed direction in midair. There had been far fewer crimes over the past few days, and Kingpin's underlings had vanished without a trace. He wondered if they had heard something.
Tap.
Flipping in midair, Peter crouched lightly on a utility pole. He strained his eyes toward the distance, every cell in his body feeling as if an electric current had passed through it.
What happened?!
He shouted in his heart. Some invisible ripple flashed through the air, and every hair on his body stood on end in an instant.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
A chain reaction of rear-end car accidents rang out in an instant. Explosions and flames appeared all over the city, and people collapsed one after another from far to near. Screams and panic spread everywhere in sight.
They had clearly been talking just a moment ago, yet in the next they inexplicably fell to the ground. They struggled to breathe, their foreheads burning hot, while the crowds around them ran in fear and shouted at the top of their lungs.
"Ah, Jack! Jack!!!"
"What's wrong, honey?!"
"Wake