Peter moved very quickly and quickly put on the red Daoist robe. The cuffs and trouser legs had tight leggings, which made them smart and comfortable to wear.
"Now that you have mastered the basics, let's learn the first practical Magic." Strange walked slowly around Peter, "As you can see, the power of the human spirit is limitless. And one of the most intuitive forms of expression... is telekinesis."
Strange hit the Snap. In an instant, all the furniture, books, and furnishings in the room levitated out of thin air!
Peter's eyes widened. "Fuck..."
"By integrating Magic into your brainwaves, your consciousness can directly intervene in the physical world." Strange explained, "Master this, and you can move any object with just your thoughts."
Peter scratched his head. "Wait... the telekinesis is also Magic? So what about Qin Grey and those Mutants? They are also mages?"
Strange smiled and said, "You reacted very quickly, apprentice Parker. The answer is neither. Mutants is the product of genetic mutation. They are naturally exposed to certain energy fields, but we mages need many years of hard training to master the same ability."
"In other words...Mutants is a cheating player, and we are pure manual players who work hard?" Peter summed it up sharply.
Strange nodded in agreement. "It can be understood that way. So you see, Mutants is essentially no different from ordinary people."
"What about Mutants with physical mutations like Beast or Logan?"
"Modern laboratories can replicate similar capabilities at any time." Strange shrugged, "To be honest, it's not difficult."
"Okay... then if we compare Mind Stone's abilities, who is more powerful, you or Qin Grey?"
"As you said, Parker apprentice, what we rely on is sweat, and what they rely on is skill." Strange smiled slyly, "Okay, let's start practicing."
As a result, it took Peter a whole week to move a pencil case with telekinesis!
A whole week!
Although he cleared away his distracting thoughts and the Magic energy in his body surged like a river, it took his brain seven days to finally realize that in addition to thinking, he could also use his consciousness to interfere with reality.
This was definitely the weirdest and most frustrating experience in his life.
Fortunately, after a whole week of devil training, he finally mastered this skill.
The next night, New York Pier.
"Go to hell! Spider bug!"
A Japanese Yakuza shouted wildly and fired wildly at Peter with the automatic rifle in his hand. The gunfire illuminated the entire dock.
"Educate you about your illiteracy, Spider is not a bug, Spider is an arthropod! You illiterate!"
Peter retorted loudly, rolled over and hid behind the cargo box.
He looked back and saw that dozens of trafficked victims were crowded in the cargo hold behind him, all of them shivering.
The firepower must be separated from this group of civilians! If a stray bullet flies in, several lives will be lost in minutes!
As soon as Peter showed his head, the flames of four automatic rifles came overwhelmingly. The other party called three more accomplices, and the four crossfires hit the cargo box with sawdust flying.
Peter looked around and immediately noticed the high-altitude crane hanging above his head.
He had a flash of inspiration. "Sassy, can you hack into the control system of that crane?"
"No problem, Spider-Man. What do you need me to do?" Sassy's voice sounded in the headphones.
"Lower the hook and block it in front of the cargo door!" Peter pointed downward.
"Received!"
Peter was hiding behind the cargo box, and the surrounding protection was being quickly eroded by the dense bullets. Suddenly, a bullet flew past his shoulder, tearing his suit and leaving a bloody mark.
Peter took a deep breath and covered the wound. Although the wound was healing quickly, the suit was completely torn.
"Damn it, Peter will definitely fight me if he sees the suit in such tatters..." Peter complained in a low voice.
At this moment, a huge mechanical roar sounded!
The crane arm in the sky suddenly rotated, attracting the attention of all the Yakuza, and the gunfire suddenly subsided.
The huge hook fell from the sky and hit the warehouse door like a meteorite!
Boom!
The huge impact made the entire ground tremble, and the victims in the box staggered here and there, but the huge steel hook was like an insurmountable iron wall, perfectly blocking all ballistic trajectories!
"Thank you Sassy! It saved my life!"
Peter grinned, jumped out from behind the damaged container, and rushed straight towards the group of Yakuza: "Hey! Grandchildren! Are you ready to be beaten?!"
"Kill him!"
The leading Ji Dao roared and opened fire. Peter A sliding shovel flew past the ground, and all the bullets hit the steel hook.
Peter jumped up, and the two Silk accurately sealed the muzzles of the two Yakuza on the left and right. Then, with a strong pull, the two rifles flew out!
Then, he kicked hard in the air, and kicked the leading Ji Dao several meters away. He hit the door hard and passed out. He then swept his legs and knocked the last gun-wielding enemy to the ground.
The surviving Jidao on the left turned pale with fear, abandoned his companions and turned around to run away.
"Coward!" The Yakuza on the right fiercely pulled out his pistol and pointed it directly at Peter's face, "Go to hell!"
Bang!
Choking!
Two claws instantly shot out from the back of Peter's right hand, splitting the flying bullet in half at the critical moment!
The Yakuza was so frightened that his eyes almost popped out of his head. He tried to pull the trigger again, but Peter was much faster than him!
Peter stepped forward and flashed his sharp claws, directly cutting the pistol into three extremely neat pieces. Then, he grabbed the opponent's collar with his left hand, threw him into the air, and threw a spider web bomb, pinning him to the high container wall.
After finishing these, Peter turned his head and saw the last escaping Jida trying to slip into the maze composed of countless cargo boxes.
Peter jumped up and climbed over the roof of a cargo container several meters high. The sound of the guy's violent heartbeat was as clear as thunder in Peter's enhanced hearing.
Just when the guy was about to escape from the dock, Peter threw out Silk and wrapped it around his back collar, pulling hard!
"Ah!"
The man flew back upside down and was pinned to the edge of two stacked containers by Peter, hanging nearly ten meters in the air. His legs were shaking violently from fear.
"Who do you work for?" Peter asked in pure and fluent Japanese. All the language lessons I learned from Natasha are now in use.
"I... I am Yakuza! If you dare to kill me, the organization will never let you go!" the man stammered.
"You are not Yakuza at all." Peter pulled off his tie and tore open his shirt, revealing his bare chest, "You don't even have a tattoo on your body. And Yakuza never engages in low-end business such as human trafficking. This is the gang's business. Now..." Peter's fingers gradually tightened, "Tell me, who are you working for?!"
"Fisk!" The man coughed strangledly and shouted in English, "Richard·Fisk!"
"He's coming back?" Peter raised his eyebrows.
"Yes! Yes! He said he would return to New York soon!"
Peter sneered, "That's interesting. It seems he is even stupider than I thought. Where is he?"
"I... I don't know!"
Peter heard the sudden change in his heart rate. "You are lying. Tell the truth, or I will throw you down."
"In... in a warehouse in Bronx district! According to the plan, we will send these people to him in one hour!"
"Exact location!"
"Hunts Point! He brought hundreds of people there waiting to receive the goods!"
Sassy immediately marked the coordinates on the tactical screen of Peter's mask. "I saw it."
Peter let go of his hand and let the man collapse to the ground.
Hunts Point again? Same place, but different evils happening in different worlds.
"Sassy, notify the police to come and take over these trafficked people."
"Okay, Spider-Man. Do you need to report Fisk's base?"
"No, not yet. I want to have a 'chat' with him in person first."
Seeing that the guy who had just been interrogated was trying to crawl away quietly, Peter fired a spider ball without looking back, completely sealing him on the iron box. "You want to run? There is no door."