"Thank you ~ Jie, Peter said that if it wasn't for you, I'm afraid something would have happened to Ben." Aunt May said to Li Jie with tears in her eyes.
"Aunt May, it's okay, don't be too excited." Li Jie comforted her. Li Jie had already called home to inform his family about Uncle Ben's situation. Now he was accompanying Aunt May and Peter outside the hospital's operating room.
Peter was still muttering to himself when the police came and showed the murderer's portrait to the three of them. Peter recognized at a glance that the criminal who hurt his uncle was the middle-aged man he let go.
He clearly had the ability to easily stop him, but because of his mistake, he let Uncle Ben get hurt. Now Uncle Ben was being treated in the operating room. Thinking of this, Peter's heart felt like it was on fire.
After the operation, a nurse came out to inform the three of them. "Fortunately, the bullet didn't hit the internal organs, only two ribs were broken. The doctor has taken out the shell, and the patient will stay in the intensive care unit tonight. When he wakes up tomorrow, he can be transferred to a normal ward. "
"Thank God!" Aunt May heard the news and felt a lot more relaxed. And the guilt in Peter's heart was finally a little better. Li Jie and the other two stood outside the intensive care unit and looked through the glass at Ben Parker who was sleeping soundly. The three of them felt a lot more relaxed.
Aunt May was determined not to go home, she wanted to see Uncle Ben wake up tomorrow morning. Li Jie and Peter could only let her go to the family lounge to rest.
"What are you thinking about?" Li Jie bought two bottles of coffee from the hospital vending machine and asked Peter who was in a daze in the corridor.
"Oh, no, nothing." Peter took the coffee from Li Jie but had no intention of drinking it. "I saw the criminal. He was stealing from the convenience store, but I didn't stop him. I clearly had the ability to stop him. If I caught him, then Uncle Ben wouldn't be in the hospital. "
"No one can predict what will happen in the future. That's why people have to be careful with every step they take." Uncle Ben was not dead, so the responsibility of playing the role of Spider-man's life coach fell on Li Jie's head. He had no choice but to use his Verbal Cannon ability to continue bluffing.
"Because every step you take will change the fate of many people," Li Jie, the Master of Verbal Cannon, said. "Peter is just like your idol, Captain America. He had to make many important choices in his life, but he always made the right choice. Because he knows how much power he has, and with this kind of great power, he usually carries with him an even greater responsibility. "
"So he became a hero. He changed World War II and saved thousands of innocent people." Li Jie did not know if his words had any effect. After all, he was just his friend, not Ben Parker. His words might not have worked.
The next morning, Ben Parker woke up without a hitch. This time, Li Jie and the other two finally felt relieved. "Uncle Ben, I'm really sorry. If I didn't miss the appointment to pick up Aunt May, then this wouldn't have happened, "Peter said to Ben Parker guiltily.
"Silly boy, you're just like your father. When it comes to work, you forget to eat and sleep," Uncle Ben comforted him. "And every boy has a rebellious age. They don't want to listen to their parents and family. I've been through that age too."
Uncle Ben's comforting words had some effect. Peter didn't look so uncomfortable anymore. At noon, Harry received the news that Uncle Ben was shot and rushed over. For Harry, Uncle Ben was also an important elder.
Harry, who grew up with Peter, had always liked Uncle Ben. Because his father, Norman Osborn, was busy with work, Uncle Ben played the role of a father in Harry's life when he was young.
"Do the police have any clues about the criminal?" After visiting Ben Parker, Harry asked Li Jie and the other two.
"No, only an annoying portrait. I still remember that there was a star-shaped mark on the man's left arm. Other than that, there are no other clues. But no matter where this person runs to, I will make him pay! "Peter's eyes were burning with anger.
Brooklyn 30th Street, 12 o 'clock at night. This was the most chaotic district in New York. Brooklyn had a large number of illegal immigrants of African and Mexican descent.
A large number of low-income people and unemployed people wandered the streets all day long. Drug dealers were rampant here. Even in front of the government office, there were people selling cocaine in the dark.
The public security here was already chaotic. Even if there was a murder, the news media was too lazy to report it. In other districts, murders were news, but in Brooklyn, murders were daily occurrences! If there were no murders in Brooklyn one day, then it would be news worth reporting.
“****~！ That's all you got today? " A white man with shoulder-length blonde hair asked a woman who looked like a street girl.
"Let go of my hand, you're hurting me." The street girl shook off the man's hand that was holding her. "Business isn't good today. I don't have much money." The woman chewed on bubble gum and handed the man two hundred dollars.
"I don't believe it!" The man didn't take the two hundred dollars that the woman handed over. He directly reached for the woman's bag, looking like he wanted to rob it.
"What are you doing! That's my money! "The woman said anxiously when she saw that her bag was being robbed.
"Let go of the lady's wallet! You bastard. "A strange man wearing sunglasses and a mask in the middle of the night tried to stop him.
"Who are you? A new wrestler from Mexico? "The white man said disdainfully. He took out a switchblade and said to the masked man who stopped him. "You might not know the rules in Brooklyn!"
After saying that, the white man took the switchblade and stabbed at the masked man. But the masked man's reaction was very fast. Before the Caucasian man could even touch him, a heavy punch landed on his lower abdomen.
"Blergh ~ ~" The white man was punched to the ground. He held his stomach and retched. The masked man walked to the white man's side and lifted the clothes on his left arm. He didn't find a star symbol. It seemed like he wasn't the person he was looking for.
When the street girl saw that the white man was beaten to the ground, she immediately ran to the bar nearby for help. A group of big men rushed out. They seemed to be a group.
The masked man saw that the situation wasn't right and immediately ran away. The masked man was Peter Parker. He was looking for the person who shot his uncle that day.
But it would be strange if he could find him using this method, which was like looking for a needle in a haystack. New York was an international metropolis with a population of 25 million.
Peter wore a ridiculous mask and sunglasses and used this stupid method to look for him for a few days. In a dark place that Peter didn't notice, Li Jie was wearing a Nightcrawler costume and had been following him for a few days.
For the past few days, Li Jie had been following Peter Parker. He looked at him as if he was looking for the murderer to vent his anger. Sometimes, he would even beat up the person he suspected.
Luckily, he controlled his strength. Otherwise, with the Spider-man's strength, an ordinary person would have been killed with a single punch. In Li Jie's opinion, he wasn't looking for the murderer at all. He was simply looking for a place to vent his guilt.
The unlucky ones were those who looked similar to the guy from the other day. Now, another unlucky guy had appeared.
It was another white man with shoulder-length blonde hair. He had just bought a few bottles of beer from a convenience store and was about to go home to drink. Unexpectedly, a strange man wearing a mask and sunglasses suddenly jumped out from beside him.
The masked man didn't say anything. He directly lifted the man's left arm to check. This action scared the man. Fortunately, the masked man didn't do anything dangerous. He just glanced at the man's left arm and left.
Li Jie, who was hiding in the dark, shook his head. If the small spider were to continue developing like this, forget about becoming a Spider-man, it would be lucky if it didn't become a black spider.
Peter had found nothing today. He wanted to find the murderer to avenge Uncle Ben. Unfortunately, New York was too big. It was impossible for one person to find the murderer hiding in a crowd of 25 million.
After jumping over a low wall, Peter was about to go home. It was then that a hoarse voice came from behind him.
"Are you looking for me?" A man in a gray hoodie with an indistinct face appeared not far behind him. He raised his left arm. There was a star symbol on it.
Peter Parker's pupils contracted!
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