The infiltration plan went very smoothly. It could be said that it ended as soon as it began.
Parker's plan had been to infiltrate through Fisk Tower. There were plenty of waiters and security personnel dressed as Spider-Man at the charity gala, perfect cover for their operation.
Then Miles provided some intelligence: beneath Brooklyn lay abandoned subway tunnels that led straight to the bottom of Fisk Tower, to the giant laboratory housing the Super Collider.
Last time, Miles had wandered into the experimental site through this shortcut. Parker had saved his life, and Miles had then witnessed Parker being beaten to death.
"Hey, why would there be a subway route leading there?"
Middle-aged Parker stroked his chin. Such an important large-scale experimental base had to be heavily guarded, and the surrounding terrain would have been repeatedly surveyed during construction.
Now Miles was suddenly telling them not to overthink it—the laboratory was connected in all directions, and they could take the subway straight there.
That was far too careless. Was Kingpin serious?
Middle-aged Parker did not doubt Miles much. With Parker backing him up, the group changed routes and headed underground.
Sewers and subway tunnels—now that was superhero stuff!
In a metropolis with infrastructure as complicated as New York's, nothing that happened underground was too surprising. Getting lost was common, too.
And so, Miles, their guide, discovered that he was lost.
"This is weird. I clearly remember last time..."
With a whole crowd of big shots staring at him, Miles felt immense pressure. He scratched at his head anxiously until he was drenched in sweat.
Miles swore he could not have remembered wrong. He had been here twice. The first time, his uncle Aaron had led the way and helped him find a deserted spot to finish one of his