Chapter 152
In the spacious special training room of S.H.I.E.L.D.
Peter lost his stubble, but he still couldn't let go of not wearing his spider suit.
Wearing an ordinary gray small plaid stand-collar casual jacket and black sweatpants, Peter tried to use his abilities, shooting spider silk, adsorption ability, spider sense and so on.
But to Peter's disappointment, these abilities seemed to disappear.
When he was sparring with an agent who had very good fighting skills, he was like a helpless child who didn't know how to fight. Facing the agent's killing moves one after another, the spider sense he relied on for survival did not give him any feedback..
Physical instincts also disappear.
In front of that agent, he was in a state of disarray, and even his superhuman strength, coordination, jumping, speed, and explosive power had all deteriorated.
All of this was seen by Nick Fury and Hill who saw this scene through the glass outside the training room.
"It's very strange. From the blood drawn and physical examination, his basic ability should be 14, but why?"
Hill said doubtfully.
Fury flashed his one eye and said in a low voice:"The moment he begins to doubt himself and his belief begins to waver, he is no longer the original Spider-Man."
Belief, spirit and body are one, and when the mental strength is enough Being powerful can unleash extraordinary physical potential.
But when self-doubt and self-denial begin, the body becomes like a rusty old car, slow and unable to start.
This is undoubtedly the case with Peter Parker.
He self-denies and doubts himself, and his powerful body functions will no longer be mobilized, or even retreat.
Of course, his body is still strong, even if it is rusty
"He needs to fill up this car and I need him to restart it"
"How to cheer? Fury turned to look at Hill, smiled coldly and said without looking back:"It's your turn, Ms. Mary, I think you should like this show.""
"～～"
As the door opened, Typhoid Mary walked in wearing a gray tank top and tight jeans.
Her face was full of murderous intent. She looked at Peter Parker who was looking at her. Facing the emotions in Peter's pupils, she raised her lips.
"Hey, did you miss me?"
A tavern in Texas. The tavern is built in a style like the American West in the 1990s, full of a retro feel.
The tavern is surrounded by a desert, and there is only a road in the distance.
At night, this is the only place that is bright.
The area around the tavern There are some motorcycles, muscle cars and even many large trucks parked. The people inside are either wearing gold chains, black jackets, tattoos, or wearing tank tops and cowboy hats.
The classic music of the 1990s is playing here.
Here People, white Eastern Europeans holding accordions and dancing.
Black people beat tambourines in a cheerful rhythm. White men and black women are drinking and flirting. Prostitutes boldly sell their services to single men who are drunk. There are workers in jeans around the bar. Drinking bad whiskey, they discussed politics, democracy and a famously beautiful woman nearby.
In this cramped, smoky space, music, alcohol, cheers, screams, exaggerated laughter and filth The curse was accompanied by the clinking of wine glasses. Everything seemed normal.
Until an exploding engine roar came from outside the tavern, and then a figure walked in.
This was a very young and handsome young man, and he was dressed like this Wearing an out-of-place red jacket with white lining, jeans and white sneakers. She rubbed against the crowd and glanced at the prostitute who blew kisses and invitations with affectionate eyes. She nodded with a gentle smile and walked straight to the bar.
Various noises echoed in the ears, and the young man stood in front of the bar, because there were no high seats nearby.
The bartender was an old guy wearing a cowboy hat. Looking at this young man who seemed to have never seen him before, the old man The guy didn't feel any surprise, maybe he thought the young man was just passing by.
He picked up a wine bottle from the wine rack, poured a glass of wine into it, and placed it in front of the young man.
"Boy, that's a nice car. I hope you brought a gun, otherwise your precious car will easily find another owner."
"Can you hear this too?"
The young man picked up the glass in front of him and said something before taking a sip.
The old guy glanced at the young man unexpectedly:"Believe me, my hearing is the best here, but I should treat you differently. There is very little wine. Some people drank it without changing their expressions."
"Maybe I'm just pretending to be nonchalant"
"Ha~~" The old bartender smiled disdainfully:"Generally, people who can say that must have some ability." (To read exciting novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)
"But I advise you, it’s best to leave here before eleven o’clock, because this place will become a hell on earth."
"Wow, that sounds cool, I'm looking forward to this show."The young man seemed disapproving.
As if he remembered something, he said to the old bartender:"By the way, can you give me 490 for a drink? This wine is great"
"You haven't finished your drink yet. The old bartender glanced at the young man who still had a large glass of wine in his hand. This was a very large cup, and raised his eyebrows:"So you brought a girl with you?""
"Don't tell me she went to the bathroom. I hate it when people urinate and defecate near pubs. It's a hassle to clean up."
The young man smiled and didn't pay attention to the joke.
The old bartender also laughed when he saw this, and extended his fist to the young man. After the two fist bumped, the old bartender took another big cup and poured another drink.
Put it in front of the bar:"These two drinks are free, Mike"
"Li Ang~"
", then Li Ang, if your car needs gas, the price here is not cheap."
"It seems like your place is a jack-of-all-trades. It has everything."
"Of course, I sell everything here."Old Mike said proudly, this is between two city roads. The highway is very long and there are no gas stations for a long distance around, so he opened a tavern here. It is a place for passing tourists, pedestrians, or truck drivers to stay. , the annual income is very considerable, and I have made many friends.
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