Being beaten by someone, the lizard man Connors said that he had something to say.

But before the words were finished, the fists were flying around in front of him, and there were 5 fists the size of the casserole. This is too much to look up to Dr. Lizard. His strength is not weak, and his regeneration ability is also very strong, but this does not mean that he is not afraid of pain. what!

The five big men were 3.5 meters tall and weighed one ton each. This exaggerated shape and weight made the Lizardman feel that every blow was as heavy as his soul.

God... let me die soon!

Connors' mind was sober like never before. Those five guys were simply not human, and they outputted like a pile driver like a pile driver, and even the frequency did not change.

He wanted to surrender, just opened his mouth and clicked, his cheeks hurt and his teeth fell off the ground.

Miserable, so miserable.

That's it, those guys still didn't let him go, stretched their heads to look at his important parts, and seemed to want to confirm whether they could... resist?

[Mood value +963 from Curtis Connors]

I can't take it anymore, please forgive me!

There were tears in the corners of his eyes, and Dr. Connors was about to cry in pain.

It was not until the big men no longer felt his threat, they took out a bundle of special ropes from their bodies and tied Dr. Connors like a zongzi.

Then he slid away and took him out like a black man carrying a coffin.

tread…

Crawling out of a hidden corner, Spider-Man Peter Parker gritted his teeth and followed quietly.

[Mood value from Peter Parker +887]

Chapter 99 No other meaning, afraid of being seen by fans!

thump, thump, thump...

The arms swing neatly and uniformly, and the steps of the tyrants are very steady.

But Connors is in a bad mood. At first glance, these hateful big men are mass-produced, and they are definitely the products of some secret organization or government agency.

How to do? How to do?

Now, if someone told him that he could get away by selling his ass, Dr. Connors would not refuse.

It's a pity, the tyrants are still too simple, there is no such "thing"...

[Mood value from Curtis Connors +899]

Boom, boom, boom.

Without thinking about the issue of buttocks, the tyrants followed the dense network of underground waterways in New York and spent more than an hour following a specific route before climbing out from a huge pipeline entrance.

Squinting, Spider-Man Peter Parker followed each other's trail carefully, keeping a considerable distance.

Before long, he followed those people and quietly came out of a dilapidated underground waterway.

"Mountain forest?"

With his head sticking out, Peter Parker slowly glanced around, looking around, nothing but trees.

Not far along the footprints on the ground, a beautiful white mansion appeared at the end of the line of sight.

It covers a large area and seems to be a few years old. Although there are not many black-clothed guards at the door, in some invisible corners of the mansion, Peter's spider sense has been warning him.

There is a whistle!

The speed of the tyrants was very fast. They were carrying Dr. Consner all the way.

boom…

As the door of the mansion closed, the five tyrants and Dr. Connors disappeared from Peter's sight.

"Who are those people?"

Climbing up the trunk of a large tree, Peter had not started to think about it until now.

Those bald men in white trench coats are obviously abnormal. Their bodies are too huge, and each of them has the power of Lizardman Connors.

In addition to not talking about martial arts, Consner was careless and did not dodge. The five people swarmed up, and surrounding Connors was a violent output, like a beaten chicken, pitifully unable to give birth. A trace of resistance.

"Also, they look a little too similar..."

Click! Click!

He was thinking about it when a voice suddenly came from the right side of his body.

The hair stood on end, and Peter tumbled and jumped down in shock, but the moment he turned around in the air, his pupils shrank to see the sounding object.

A miniature camera with a horn is hidden on the surface of the tree.

If it weren't for the sound of its own, Peter would not have noticed its existence. It was placed in a too hidden position, and the surface was painted with camouflage.

whoosh…

Peter's head and feet were in the air, and his raised right wrist quickly shot spider silk, and his body was pulled back to the branch again. He quickly looked at the mansion and found that the guards did not have any commotion, so he was relieved.

Fortunately, it was not found.

Click, click, the miniature camera was still running, it was shooting in the direction of the mansion, and a cold male voice suddenly came from inside.

"The Age of Rebirth"

"Spider-Man..."

Peter: "…"

"If you don't want to be discovered by the guards of the mansion, follow my instructions to go to this place..."

"Wait, who are you?" Peter asked.

"You don't need to answer, just shake your head or nod, we're in a position where we can see you..."

The owner of the voice said it hard, and Peter Parker's brows furrowed.

He didn't know who the man who spoke was, but he had absolute confidence in his own strength.

After hesitating for a while, Peter reached out his hand and, following the instructions of the man opposite, pulled the miniature camera out of the tree first.

Then, according to the prompt, jump off the trunk and turn left and right in the forest all the way in circles, and finally came to the designated open space.

"I am coming…"

Stepping on the leaves, Peter Parker swept around, but found no characters, and hurriedly shouted to the surroundings.

One second, two seconds, three seconds…

No one answered, the surroundings were quiet, only the rustling of the wind blowing the fallen leaves, wandering around.

Swish!

A figure suddenly jumped down from the sky, and the sharp blade of the sword pulled out a cold light that caught Peter's shoulder.

Turning his body back, the moment Peter raised his hand, a few clatters of spider webs shot into the person's face.

The man's vision was blocked and he had to stop the offensive and deal with the problem of the spider silk on his face first. Peter seized the opportunity. He pressed his body down and kicked the ground, but suddenly felt that his ankle was hit by a pair of powerful hands. to catch...

next second.

His chrysanthemum was held up by a thick silver pistol.

"Do not move!"

A man grabbed his feet in one hand and climbed out of the ground under Peter's feet with a gun in the other. He was hiding in the ground just now, and when Peter attacked, he seized the opportunity and took him down in one fell swoop.

Even the timing was too good, or maybe it was the angle between the two of them. The place where the gun was held up was a little... not very elegant, and it had a little more flavor.

Keeping the posture of bending over and sticking his buttocks motionless, Peter screamed inwardly. Anyone who was pointed at by a gun would not be in a good mood, let alone there?

"Hey guys, I followed your instructions, you don't have to do this to me!"

Raising his hands carefully, Peter tried to ease the atmosphere at the scene, that is, can this posture be changed, there is no other meaning, for fear of being seen by fans!

"Maybe we dined together at a restaurant, anyway...well, I'm not your enemy."

This sentence seemed to have an effect, and the owner of the gun slowly pushed forward.

Peter's face turned green, and he quickly closed his mouth.

He cursed inwardly, Shet, can we not be so naughty? !

Unable to hear his inner voice, he irritably removed the spider silk from his face, and the man with the sword said with a displeased expression.

"You're that Spider-Man who doesn't do anything all day and spins silk all over the city?"

He has long black hair, is Asian, has a handsome face, and has a reassuring temperament.

The black sword seemed to have been specially treated, the hilt was spun, and with a click, the sword body shrank back and disappeared.

"Cool... Dude, your sword is really interesting."

But I still have to say, I don't do business every day, I can be happy all day with my grandma across the road!

And it's not called spinning, it's shooting, shoot with the wrist, you know? "

After boasting first, Peter hurriedly defended his behavior, raised his arm and feinted forward, and he asked his own question.

"Now, can you tell me who you are?"

"My name is Reeve, and I'm a vampire hunter from the East."

This time I came to New York to find a ghost clan for revenge..."

The man with the sword was named Reeve, and while introducing himself, he pointed at the man with the gun under Peter.

"That is the partner I met, and he is quite famous in our circle."

I think you've probably heard of his domineering name, Sunwalker! "

[Mood value from Peter Parker +773]

"..." Touching his nose in embarrassment, Peter took a careful look at the black man under him.

He looked left and right, looked up and down, swept it carefully from head to toe, and then, uh... well, a man with such a distinctive marksmanship, please forgive him, this is the first time in this life!

With cool short black hair, a pair of jet-black sunglasses, and a black leather coat, seeing Spider-Man looking at him awkwardly, Sunwalker lay on the ground and raised his eyebrows, shaking off the dirt on his head and calmly said.

"My name is Eric Brooks. You can also call me Sunwalker or Blade. Like Reeve, I'm a vampire hunter."

"So...you are the man who talked to me before."

As soon as Peter heard his voice, he recognized it immediately, and when he saw the other side nod in recognition, Peter said.

"Man, do we have to hold on to this pose so persistently?"

And the pistol, I suggest you wash it carefully afterwards, I'm afraid it will leave a trace of smell..."

[Mood value from Eric Brooks +758]

"..." The already dark face darkened even more, and Sunwalker moved forward and silently retracted his gun.

Although he was speechless, from the slightly trembling corner of his mouth, it could be seen that his heart was not at peace at this time.

Fake, my favorite gun...not clean!

"Thank you, what I want to ask is, what's the matter with you two calling me here?"

Please forgive my lack of words, I want to say that our relationship doesn't seem to be very familiar, so we better be honest with each other! "

Spreading his hands, Peter hurriedly changed positions and asked their purpose.

If it wasn't for these two suddenly calling him, I'm afraid he would have already thought of a way to sneak into the mansion.

The two vampire hunters glanced at each other, and Reeve finally explained the truth: "Kimono Tsuji is no miserable."

"..." After waiting for a while, Peter asked after seeing that he would not continue.

"...Who is that? Sounds like a Dongying name."

"Yes, but he has lived in this world for thousands of years!"

[Mood value from Peter Parker +783]

"Wait, you mean thousands of years?"

With a look of astonishment, Peter gestured back and forth with his hands in the air.

"Uh... are you talking about an old guy?"