"Calling." A soft female synthesized voice came from the headset.
Peter jumped out of the window, landed lightly with the help of tree branches, got into the car, kicked the accelerator and drove out.
The phone rang a few times and then connected. "Hello? Parker?"
"Harry, have you watched the news? Is your dad safe now?"
"What news?"
Peter sighed, "TV news! Six extremely vicious superpower criminals are going after your dad! Where are you now?"
"We are fine... we should be fine," Harry paused, "We are now in a penthouse apartment in the city center. My dad has arranged for the top bodyguards in the city and hired a well-known security expert, so there should be nothing wrong."
"I hope so." Peter hung up the phone.
I hope nothing will happen? How could something not happen? Moreover, if I just rushed over wearing a leather jacket, I would not get any good results either.
He needs a battle suit, a high-tech suit of armor that can truly resist and fight. He was in danger last time against Electro, and Sandman is no joke. He doesn't have time to spend a whole week building a new armor from scratch at Baxter Building.
Now there is only one place where you can get useful equipment - Avengers Tower.
Peter drove the car into a hidden road and activated the flight module. The modified car took off silently, flew through the air towards the center of Manhattan, and landed steadily on the apron on the top floor of Avengers Tower.
However, as soon as the car door was pushed open, the security door leading to the rooftop was suddenly knocked open. A group of heavily armed tactical guards rushed out with heavy assault rifles and quickly surrounded him.
"Hands up! Don't move!"
Peter raised his eyebrows and raised his hands honestly. "Um... Hello everyone? Is there anything I can help you with?"
The security captain leading the team reported coldly to the radio, "We have captured a suspicious target for illegal intrusion and are preparing to bring him back for interrogation." Then he pointed his gun at Peter, "Turn around and hold your head with both hands! You have been arrested for illegal intrusion!"
"Wait! I am one of my own! Spider-Man! Can't you see it?!" Peter protested loudly.
The guards looked at each other. The team leader sneered, "Boy, I've seen Spider-Man. You don't even have Silk on your body. You better pretend to be more professional."
Peter rolled his eyes speechlessly. "Your brain is really caught in the door."
"Everyone put down their guns!"
A steady voice came from behind the door. Bruce·Banner jogged all the way to the rooftop, pushed up his glasses, and looked helplessly at Peter: "Sorry, Spider-Man, I didn't expect them to be so nervous."
"It's okay, I'm used to it."
The security captain hurriedly said, "Dr. Banner! This is an intruder!"
Bruce raised an eyebrow and looked at him. "Captain Brandon, do you think I can't even recognize my Avengers teammates?"
"Bu...Brandon, yes sir... No, sir, I just..." Being stared at by Banner's calm eyes with an invisible sense of oppression, the captain swallowed and waved quickly, "Everyone is off alert! Close the team!"
The guards quickly evacuated. Peter put down his hands and followed Bruce towards the inside of the building. "This posture looks like a military base."
"It's just regular security," Bruce explained, "You just landed in one of the most eye-catching buildings in the world. They are bound to be nervous."
The two went down two flights of stairs, walked through the corridor, and came to Bruce's independent laboratory. Bruce took the explosion-proof door behind him.
"Tell me, Spider-Man, what's the emergency when you come here suddenly?"
Peter sighed, "I need your help. To be precise, I want to borrow the equipment here."
"For the news about Manhattan?"
"Have you seen them all?" Peter nodded, "Those six escaped convicts are all hard-boiled. If you let any of them out, they can kill dozens of people - except for Shocker, that guy is just a make-up."
"So you need stronger weapons?"
"Baxter Building is very advanced, but Reed doesn't make much lethal weapons. To deal with these madmen, I have to put on the high-tech suit. It will take a week to reassemble it at Reed, and I can't afford to wait. I want to see if there are any tools and parts left here at Tony."
Bruce smiled slightly, "Actually, I have something better for you."
He walked to the safe on the wall of the laboratory and entered the password. With the soft sound of the air valve opening, Bruce took out a silver-gray suitcase from it and placed it on the experimental table. "Open it and take a look."
Peter stepped forward to open the buckle in confusion.
The moment the box lid was opened, Peter was completely stunned.
Lying quietly in the box was his red and black high-tech suit. The outer armor was as clean as new, the neural connection lines and wrist transmitters had all been perfectly repaired, and even the paint in the details had been re-coated with anti-scratch coating.
"How... how did you do this?"
"Tony has always believed that you will never give up being a superhero," Bruce looked at him with gentle eyes, "He said that no matter how many times life knocks you down, sooner or later you will stand up again. And when you are ready, you will need it."
Peter stroked the cold and delicate shell of the suit and took a deep breath. "Bruce...Tony him... this is so interesting. Thank you."
"No need to thank us," Bruce said seriously, "When Tony brought you back from Latveria that day... Peter, I thought you were dead for a while. It wasn't until Tony yelled at me to save people that I touched your weak body. Heartbeat. You are Avengers, no one can deny this. But you are also a child. If you want to fight side by side with us, we must provide you with the best protection. Tony originally wanted to add more upgrade modules, but I stopped him - this is your suit, and the right to modify it should be left in your own hands."
Peter was silent for a moment and whispered, "The reason why I backed down before... is because I felt that everything was meaningless."
"What now?"
"Now?" Peter put on the wrist armor, feeling the tight fit between the suit and the nervous system, and his eyes gradually sharpened, "Now I won't watch anymore. Otto killed ten innocent people the first time he escaped from prison, and I was helpless at that time. Now he has come back with five helpers. If I don't even try, the whole city will be destroyed by him."
"So you plan to rush over alone and fight six against each other?"
"That's right."
"Fury would definitely go crazy if he knew it." Bruce smiled.
"I don't need his approval."
Bruce laughed, "Tony said the same thing at that time."
At this moment, a clear female voice suddenly sounded from the communication channel built into the suit, "Spider-Man, the police radio channel New York has been intercepted. Witnesses reported that Otto and his accomplices were riding to 46th Street."
Bruce was stunned for a moment. "What is this?"
"I asked Tony to help me write the AI steward of the suit," Peter smiled proudly, "Well done, Sassy."
"You call your AI 'Sassy'?" Bruce took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose, speechless written all over his face.
"That's easy to say." Peter grinned.
Bruce sighed and took off his white coat, "Okay, when will we set off?"
Peter was stunned. "We?"
"You are going to deal with six super-powered felons by yourself," Bruce moved his shoulders, "I can't sit in the building and just watch."
"Absolutely not!" Peter refused on the spot, "Bruce, last time Hulk showed up at Harlem, it almost destroyed half a block into rubble. I don't want to have to find a way to hold down a raging green guy while dealing with six people."
"I can control my emotions, Peter," Bruce said seriously, "I can't let you die alone. The winning rate of one against six is too low."
Peter glanced across the hall and suddenly landed on several suits of armor neatly displayed not far away. His eyes lit up. "Wait a minute, I have a better idea. Bruce, how are you at playing remote control racing?"
"Uh... okay? Why are you asking?" Bruce followed Peter's line of sight and looked over, his face suddenly changed, "Peter, don't mess around."
"Listen to me, doctor, this is called tactical support!"
At the same time, Otto and others who escaped from Ravencroft did not immediately go to find Norman.
They first went to Toomes's secret stronghold hidden in New York. There was not only a set of spare mechanical wings, but also a large amount of equipment that Toomes had collected over the years. After simple preparations, Toomes was re-armed, and Max also put on a special suit that could withstand and restrain the electric energy in the body.
Otto then invaded the city network and quickly locked the location of Norman·Osborn.
Toomes took off for reconnaissance first and confirmed that Norman and Harry were being transferred under police escort. Several police cars protected Osborn's motorcade and were heading towards the center of Manhattan.
Otto quickly chose the place to start.
The road near Times Square is wide and suitable for Rhino Armor to play its role.
As a result, a heavy-duty box truck stopped in advance on the route they must pass.