Hampered by the lack of Stark Industries' satellite system in this world, Chen Mo had relied on guesses and changed vehicles more than ten times before finally nearing his destination.
Even under such difficult conditions, Chen Mo had succeeded!
Spider luck!
The northbound truck braked in front of a roadblock.
Clinging to its undercarriage, Chen Mo was nearly flung into a rear wheel by the momentum.
He stuck himself to the driveshaft in time, but still caught a mouthful of sand kicked up by the tires.
Someone inside the truck shouted a few words outside.
The suit's translator reported in real time.
"Fighting up ahead."
"Road closed."
"Turn around."
Chen Mo raised his head.
Heavy gunfire came from a few streets away. His Spider-Sense was sounding too, its needle pointing in the same direction the entire time.
Peter did not answer the comms.
The vehicle began turning.
Chen Mo let go, dropped between the two rear wheels, and rolled low across the ground into the roadside rubble. By the time he crouched up, both nanosuits had mapped the nearby streets across his field of vision.
"Peter..."
Chen Mo planted his feet against a wall and ran toward the gunfire.
Sigh.
Spider luck...
Chen Mo was 98 percent certain that Peter Parker happened to be right in the middle of the two sides' combat zone.
The local newspaper had assigned Peter a photography position in a two-story building opposite the old post office.
Sandbags were piled downstairs.
Inside were water, medicine, and three local reporters who knew when to duck.
As long as Peter stayed put, the worst he would suffer was sore ears from distant explosions.
Reporters who came all this way to work as war correspondents truly understood the three essential elements of news and had journalistic ideals.