One hour later, Bronx area, Hunts Point warehouse.
Boom!
Richard·Fisk, who was sitting on the luxurious office chair, shuddered suddenly. "What is the sound?!"
Boom!
The office door flew backwards, and one of his subordinates flew upside down, smashed his desk, and fainted on the spot.
Richard's heart began to beat wildly. He didn't understand how things could be exposed. His return to New York this time was extremely secretive, and it was impossible for anyone to know!
He pulled out his pistol in horror and pointed it firmly at the corridor.
"You know, the reason why I let you live last time was entirely for the sake of Mrs. Felicia."
A cold voice sounded behind him. Before Richard could react, the gun in his hand was whipped away by Silk.
Richard turned around suddenly, his pupils contracted violently.
I saw Spider-Man slowly climbing in through the open window. "I remember I warned you, never step into this city again... Fisk, why do you insist on seeking death?"
"This city is my family property!" Richard swallowed and stepped back step by step, "I am--"
Whoosh!
A shot of spider web directly sealed his mouth.
"I'm not interested in listening to your nonsense."
Whoosh!
Peter immediately stepped forward, grabbed Richard's neck with one hand, and pressed him hard against the wall. The claws on the back of his right hand shot out and pressed against his carotid artery. "Now, let's play something interesting."
"Uh! Uh-huh--!"
Peter broke several of Richard's fingers - listening to the sound of broken bones, Peter felt much better.
Around six o'clock in the morning.
Peter returned to Sanctum Sanctorum while swinging Silk. The sun had just risen, but the city seemed to never sleep. Viewed from a high altitude, New York seemed peaceful and beautiful, as if there was no sin - but Peter knew that this was just an illusion.
This city is seriously ill, and Mei and Felicity still have a long way to go in the future. However, he successfully solved the scourge Richard·Fisk, which can be regarded as helping them eliminate a big hidden danger.
Peter slipped into Sanctum Sanctorum from the attic, came to the kitchen, and found Strange sitting at the dining table reading a newspaper.
"Have you been busy all night?" Strange asked without raising his head.
"Destroyed a human trafficking gang, and also destroyed the ambition of Wilson·Fisk's stupid son to rebuild the criminal empire in New York." Peter took a sip of coffee, "Oh, by the way, the suit Old Peter lent me was completely scrapped."
Peter pointed to several bullet holes in the suit. "The quality is really poor."
Strange threw over a brand new set of red and black robes.
"It turns out to be my apprentice uniform! I thought I lost it." Peter muttered and caught the robe.
Strange put down the newspaper and asked with a smile, "How is the weapon realization practice going?"
Peter hit the Snap, and a blazing red-gold beam instantly rose up in his palm, condensing into a radiant staff. He waved it twice. "It's okay, but the speed of condensation is still a bit slow."
"I've mastered it initially, it's pretty good. Come on, let's move on to the next stage."
Strange stood up and walked into the study, Peter quickly followed.
Strange raised his hands, palms facing each other, and a bright Magic array immediately stretched out between his palms. As Strange slowly opened his hands, a golden whip woven from pure Magic energy appeared out of thin air!
Strange waved his right hand, and the whip whipped out a perfect arc in the air like a flexible snake.
"This is 'Wand of Watoomb'. As long as it is mastered properly, it is extremely powerful."
Strange With a flick of his wrist, the long whip instantly wrapped around the desk lamp in the distance, and with a gentle pull, he firmly put it into his hand. Then, he threw the long whip upwards, hung it firmly on the ceiling beam, and pulled himself up into the air with one hand.
"It can change its form according to thoughts, and even has adhesion properties similar to your Silk. This is the next Magic weapon you need to master."
Peter was so excited when he saw it. "This thing is an excellent backup weapon! You don't have to worry about Silk running out of it anymore!"
Strange fell back to the ground and nodded. "Yes. However, it has no physical form, so it cannot be used to bind criminals for a long time. You can experience the specific limitations yourself."
He threw Peter a thick Magic book and walked out the door. "Master it as soon as possible, I still have a lot to teach you."
Peter looked at the ancient book that was thicker than a brick and lamented. "To be honest, you are simply too harsh."
"Thank you for the compliment." Sorcerer Supreme responded without looking back, "I want to see the results before tomorrow night. I wish you a good sleep, apprentice Parker."
Peter looked at Strange's back and let out a long sigh.
Fortunately, at least he hasn't Coldblood stopped him from sleeping.
Two months later.
The life of studying Magic with Stephen·Strange was quite delicate. For Peter·Parker, this experience was both amazing and confusing.
Before trying the most basic spells, Peter had to gnaw through a large amount of literature and research materials. Not only that, he also had to meditate anytime and anywhere so that his spirit could communicate with the power called "Magic". Peter always felt that the word "Magic" sounded a bit silly, and he wanted to change it to a cooler name. Strange didn't mind, but Peter couldn't get over it.
However, Strange is indeed an impeccable instructor. His understanding of the essence of Magic is extremely profound, and his explanations are as easy as chatting.
It took Peter a lot of time to really get started at first, but now, he not only understands the essence of Magic, but even started to try some small inventions of his own.
Boom!
With a loud noise, Strange opened the door and walked into Peter's room.
The originally simple room was now in a mess, with charred marks everywhere on the walls and floor, and Peter himself was embedded in the dent in the wall in disgrace.