On a lazy night,
under the dim streetlights,
a middle-aged man wandered aimlessly through the streets, harboring a secret craving for sudden wealth.
"Money, money, money, I need money!"
His luck seemed to favor him, as he soon spotted an easy-looking target.
"Well, what do you know? A walking treasure."
He chuckled darkly.
He quickly approached,
skillfully flicked off the safety of his pistol, and commanded Zhongsu to hand over all his cash.
He had planned for a quick and dirty robbery, but when he caught a clear look at Zhongsu's face, his intentions suddenly shifted.
He couldn't help licking his lips, revealing a greedy and evil smile:
"I've changed my mind. Not only are you going to give me all your money, but you're also going to do as I say."
"Now drop your pants and face the wall."
Hearing this, Zhongsu was instantly gripped by anger and disgust.
He widened his eyes and glared fiercely at the man before him, his gaze burning with fury.
Zhongsu clenched his teeth and said through gritted teeth:
"What do you think you're doing?"
The man laughed smugly, waving his gun as he threatened:
"Cut the crap! Do as I say right now, or suffer the consequences!"
Zhongsu's heart raced; he had never encountered such a situation before.
Originally,
Zhongsu had intended to use a bolt of lightning to finish him off quickly and be done with the nuisance.
But now, he decided on a more decisive course of action.
"You'd better pray I make your death quick."
Right at this tense moment,
suddenly,
a sharp whistling sound tore through the quiet night air.
"Stop right there!"
The voice seemed to come from the heavens, or perhaps from the deepest recesses of one's soul, striking fear into the heart.
A figure,
clad in a red and blue costume covered in a white web-like pattern,
with a striking black spider emblem stamped on the chest, dropped down from above.
His movements were as fluid as flowing water, every detail brimming with power and grace.
With astonishing speed, he shot out a web.
Like a flash of lightning, carrying immense power, the web struck the middle-aged man squarely.
"Ah, what's going on?"
Before the middle-aged man could even react, he was hit by the web and sent crashing heavily to the ground.
"Ow, my ass."
Immediately following,
Spider-Man kicked him into the air, sending him flying in an arc before he crashed hard back onto the pavement.
"Bad luck, bad luck, bad luck."
The webbing acted like a precise rope,
swiftly wrapping tightly around the middle-aged man.
It bound his body securely, rendering him completely immobile.
Then, with a mighty heave, Spider-Man hoisted him up and hung him from a roadside streetlight.
"...................."
The hero in the tight suit pressed one side of his body flat against the building's wall,
while his other side hung down effortlessly, just like an agile spider.
He turned to the threatened man, his tone gentle yet firm:
"Mister, are you alright? Don't mention it, I'm New York's protector, Spider-Man!"
Zhongsu was stunned by the sudden turn of events.
He stared with wide eyes, unable to believe what was happening right in front of him.
........................................
At that tense moment, Zhongsu's gaze was drawn to a familiar figure,
and he instantly recognized him as Spider-Man—
Peter Parker.
That's right,
Peter Parker's home was right in Queens, which explained why he happened to be here.
As Zhongsu drifted into thought, Peter Parker noticed his silence and felt a pang of worry:
Could this gentleman be injured?
He stepped closer,
only to see that Zhongsu's body was covered in healing scars.
Though they were no longer bleeding, the marks were still shocking to behold.
"(*ˉ?ˉ*；)"
Peter Parker asked with deep concern:
"Mister, you seem to be hurt. Do you need me to help you get to the hospital?"
His eyes revealed genuine sincerity and worry, as if he truly regarded Zhongsu as someone in urgent need of help.
Zhongsu had always held great respect for this fearless Spider-Man from the screen.
While watching the movies, he had developed a deep fondness for Peter Parker's bravery and sense of justice—
a kid who, despite suffering from school bullying, used his superpowers for the greater good.
Now,
facing the superhero in the flesh, his heart filled with even greater admiration.
"No need, I'm fine."
Zhongsu replied with a smile, trying his best to look at ease.
He didn't want to cause trouble for Peter Parker, knowing full well that Spider-Man had far more important things to do.
Besides, he believed he could handle his own injuries.
"But..."
Peter Parker wanted to keep persuading him.
Right at that moment,
his spider-sense suddenly shrieked an alarm—danger was approaching!
"Look out, danger!"
He instinctively reached out to grab Zhongsu, wanting to pull him away from the impending disaster.
However,
when he tried to swing away using his web, he was shocked to find that he had failed to grab Zhongsu!
What was going on here?
Peter Parker's heart filled with confusion.
Immediately afterward,
he heard the sound of shattering walls and collapsing buildings.
"Oh no!"
Peter Parker's heart sank.
Watching that massive Lizard wantonly destroying the substation,
Peter Parker couldn't help but worry for Zhongsu's safety.
He feared that because of his momentary lapse in attention,
a young life might be snuffed out right then and there—someone who looked only a few years older than himself...
"Mister, mister."
Peter Parker widened his eyes in disbelief at what was unfolding before him.
He couldn't fathom how he had missed grabbing Zhongsu, a result that left him deeply shocked.
He had no idea why this had happened, but he knew now was not the time to think about it.
As the sound of cracking walls grew louder, Peter Parker's heart grew heavier.
Self-reproach flooded Peter Parker's mind;
he knew that as Spider-Man, he had a duty to protect every innocent life.
Night fell,
and an ominous aura hung heavy over the streets of New York.
Peter Parker, the ordinary high school student,
now transformed into the guardian of justice—
Spider-Man.
His gaze was sharp as a blade, locked firmly onto the massive beast stirring in the dark.
Within his chest, the fires of justice burned fiercely, vowing to eradicate evil entirely.
"Dr. Connors, you will no longer threaten this city. Your mad experiment ends right here!"
Spider-Man's voice echoed through the night sky, firm and powerful, revealing his unshakable resolve.
His figure flashed like lightning cutting through the night, launching an attack on the Lizard with astonishing speed.
The Lizard's massive frame appeared clumsy and slow compared to Spider-Man's agility.
Though it possessed strength enough to shatter reinforced concrete,
before Spider-Man's peerless agility and skill, that might seemed to have nowhere to land.
Every leap, every punch, every dodge of Spider-Man's was pinpoint precise.
He used his webs to soar among the skyscrapers, moving like an elusive ghost,
continually pressing the attack against the Lizard.
Though the Lizard roared furiously, trying to retaliate with its massive tail and razor-sharp claws,
every strike was skillfully evaded by Spider-Man.
The battle raged fiercely through the city streets,
the surrounding buildings teetering in this contest of brawn and brains.
Spider-Man not only had to defeat the Lizard, but also keep innocent citizens out of harm's way.
His movements grew faster, his tactics more ingenious, and each strike deadlier than the last.
Too bad,
your "sword" is sharp, but it's useless against him.