The talkative raven in the world of American comics

Chapter 37: Spider-Man and the Vulture: Taking the Initiative

"Hate me? Fine then. I was actually thinking of cutting the ropes binding you, but I didn't expect you to hate me. Goodbye!"

From Spider-Man's perspective, Oz vanished with a bang, turning into a puff of white smoke as if he had never existed.

"You fucking—"

Even with Spider-Man's good temper, he was so angered by the crow's words and previous behavior that he uttered a single curse word.

The sound rang out again in the next second, and at the same time, a slap landed on his mouth.

Use polite language!

"&%#@!"

Okay, Spider-Man thought he should take back what he said earlier, because after Oz slapped himself, the ropes binding him loosened quite a bit.

I have to say, that slap was... well worth it!

Meanwhile, Dragon had just reached out and tore away the spiderweb in front of his goggles when he scanned left and right, frantically searching for the black raven.

But the crow seemed to have vanished into thin air, completely disappearing.

Just when he thought he was hallucinating, he suddenly felt someone pull his body.

Did you pull it?

Look down.

A fist mixed with red and blue colors came flying towards me!

"Say hello to my fist, Iron Birdman!"

This punch was far more powerful than the last one, and Dragon could clearly see cracks appearing on his goggles!

At this moment, Dragon had only one guess in his mind.

That is—Spider-Man didn't use his full strength at all!

Damn it, this is absolutely a deadly job!

Dragon was somewhat relieved that Spider-Man hadn't gone too far, or perhaps the other person was... a kind-hearted person?

Otherwise, my head would definitely be smashed by a punch!

"Spider-Man, listen to me—"

"Hey hey~ Why didn't you say so earlier or later? You had to wait until Old Man Spider hurt you before you told me. Too late!"

Having regained the advantage, Spider-Man decisively grabbed Dragon's flight suit and slammed it onto the nearest rooftop of a tall building!

The immense pulling force caused Dragon to lose his balance, and he was preparing to unleash the power engine once more to break free from the descent.

But Spider-Man reacted even faster than him!

He shot out spider silk from his hands, which stuck to the ground of the rooftop of the high-rise building below.

Then, with a forceful pull of both arms, the entire body accelerated its descent.

thump—

It was the sound of boots stepping on the chest of a metal flight suit.

Then Dragon heard Spider-Man say:

"It will hurt a lot next, but I assure you, I will continue to ease up."

boom!

The two figures that had merged into one crashed onto the rooftop of the high-rise building.

The moment Dracon's flight suit collided with the rooftop, it immediately burst into sparks.

As Spider-Man predicted, things did indeed turn out just as he had.

He was not seriously injured.

Apart from the initial feeling of pressure on the chest, most of the force was absorbed and dissipated by the flight suit.

But not being seriously injured doesn't mean he's unharmed.

At least for now, he can't muster any strength at all.

As the last electrical buzz came through the suit's built-in communication system, Dragon's helmet was violently ripped open by hand, revealing his pale, terrified face.

Even though deep down you know Spider-Man has never killed anyone before.

Dragon instinctively raised his hand to shield himself.

"Please don't..."

"..."

Spider-Man casually tossed his helmet to the ground, where it clattered.

"I won't kill anyone, don't worry."

Dragon nodded, trembling, seemingly believing Spider-Man's words. He raised his hands to either side of his head and said:

"Surprise attacking you wasn't my intention, but I had to do it. It was a task I had to complete, or I'd lose my job!"

"You should know that this isn't a reasonable explanation, right?" Spider-Man pointed a finger at him.

"I know, I know, I know..."

Dragon tried to get up, but found his body weak and powerless. After struggling for a long time, he could only manage to sit up halfway.

"I have to do it," he repeated.

"..."

Spider-Man didn't say anything, or rather, he didn't know what to say.

Fortunately, a crow suddenly jumped out from my shoulder at that moment.

Oz pointed and said, "I've noticed that these people attack without any rhyme or reason, but when they realize they can't win, they claim they had no choice. Oh well, I had no choice; I'd be embarrassed if I didn't!"

Spider-Man gave Oz a disgruntled look.

"Didn't you insist on pulling out Norman Osborn's breathing tube?"

"Hey, I just sped things up. Whether you pull the plug or not, he'll send people to find you. The fault isn't mine, it's Norman's. You need to understand that."

Spider-Man rolled his eyes at Oz's remarks; he'd never seen anyone make doing bad things sound so innocent.

"Won't removing Norman's breathing tube have any effect on him?" Spider-Man asked.

"Yes, I noticed his blood pressure was quite high."

"...?"

Oz let out a shriek, "I'm not talking to you anymore, my kind is here!"

The strange crow has disappeared again.

Spider-Man was still pondering the meaning of Oz's words when his spider-sense began to hum slightly.

He looked around but didn't see any danger.

But the spider's trembling was genuine, a real warning of potential danger.

"What are you looking at?"

Dragon noticed Spider-Man's back-and-forth scanning motion and was immediately puzzled.

Spider-Man didn't respond to him, but silently sensed the location of the danger.

The street below... no... the stairwell leading to the rooftop... no...

Where could it be?

Spider-Man suddenly looked towards the horizon.

In the distance, a tiny black dot was flying rapidly toward them, its speed increasing until he could even hear the sound of it cutting through the air.

Spider-Man, having gotten into position and prepared for battle, asked:

"Your people?"

Dragon looked in the direction Spider-Man was looking, then shook his head. "I don't know."

boom--

The roar of the engine, even more intense than the original Dragon flight suit, filled my ears.

With a whoosh, another green figure appeared above them.

Unlike Dragon, whose flight suit was completely covered in armor, the other side did not have such a suit.

Instead, he exposed his head, as if afraid others wouldn't see his bald head.

Compared to Dragon's, the pair of green wings are more vibrant. Although the material and appearance are not as exquisite as the other's, they have a unique retro style.

"It's you!?"

Spider-Man saw the little bald head and exclaimed in surprise.

It's the strange little old man I saw last night when I was shopping with Gwen!

Toms, no, he now prefers to call himself Vulture.

Vulture narrowed his eyes, and seeing that Spider-Man seemed to recognize him, he was puzzled.

Do you know me?

Spider-Man waved his hand and pointed to Dragon lying on the ground. "Uh... I don't know him, but I guess you must be a distant relative of his, after all, you're both birdmen."

"It's a vulture!" the vulture roared.

"No problem, no problem, a vulture it is!"

Spider-Man quickly waved his hand to show he meant no harm, while thinking to himself, "You can't call yourself a vulture just because you have a bald head and a hooked nose. That's hardly like one..."

Fortunately, the two birdmen present couldn't hear Spider-Man's thoughts like Oz could, otherwise it would have been another big battle.

Dragon examined the vulture closely and asked疑惑地问道, "Adrian Tooms?"

The vulture's hawk-like gaze swept over in an instant.

"You know me too?"

Dragon clicked his tongue slightly. Anyway, Spider-Man had already destroyed the current communication system, so he wasn't afraid of others overhearing their conversation.

He said, "So the rumor is true, you designed this flight suit device!"

Spider-Man was a little confused. He first looked at the Vulture's flight suit, and then at the Dragon flight suit that he had smashed.

While the two engines do share similarities in their power sources, the Vulture's appearance is clearly much more "low-grade."

If the flight suit was designed by vultures, there's no reason why it should look worse than Dragon's.

Upon hearing this, the vulture couldn't help but scoff, "Good eye."

"I have doubts."

Spider-Man raised his hand, like a primary school student asking a question to the teacher in class.

He pointed to the vulture's flight suit and asked curiously, "Since you invented this thing, why are you dressed... so shabbily?"

As if its sore spot had been touched, the vulture immediately went berserk:

"It was Norman Osborn! He stole my research! You think I didn't want to upgrade my flight suit?!"

"It was him! He took everything from me!"

"I should be enjoying the wealth and success that my inventions bring me, not making a living by setting up a street stall!"

Spider-Man felt ashamed; his good friend's father really did nothing but commit all sorts of bad deeds.

No wonder Oz went to pull out his breathing tube.

Perhaps because he was thinking about Oz, the guy reappeared on his shoulder the next moment.

Spider-Man turned his head and saw that Oz was wearing a pair of sunflower sunglasses, which looked quite ridiculous.

"What's with that outfit?" Spider-Man asked.

Oz glanced at him, took off his sunflower sunglasses, and his voice became extremely cold.

"Parker, let's go burn Osborn to ashes."

"I refuse!" Spider-Man said decisively.

Oz angrily smacked him on the head, "All you do is ruin the mood!"

Spider-Man scratched his head and said to Oz, "I'm planning to go to the Osborn Corporation."

"Voluntary blood donation?"

"Maybe so, but I feel there are some things I need to say."

"Good awareness, Uncle Ao has agreed."

As soon as Spider-Man and Oz finished their conversation, he heard Vulture say in his direction:

Spider-Man!

"ha?"

Spider-Man blinked, wondering what this guy was up to, and his spider-sense didn't tingle.

I owe you a favor!

The vulture raised its head high, its expression full of arrogance, as if expressing both dissatisfaction and genuine gratitude, looking quite haughty.

"Your intervention saved me the trouble of dealing with this guy. I'm so fed up with him flying around all day!"

It's hard to imagine that one birdman flying around is mocking another birdman flying around.

Spider-Man didn't know what use this guy's favor was, but he still replied.

"You're welcome?"

The vulture snorted and turned to leave.

Seeing this, Spider-Man quickly called out, "Wait!"

"what?!"

"Is this a flight to the Osborne Group? Could you give me a ride?"

"..."

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Osborne Group.

A laboratory used for monitoring.

After Spider-Man destroyed the cameras that Dragon used for observation, the entire laboratory lost its initial enthusiasm for desperately observing, since they couldn't observe anything anymore, and they didn't even know what was happening on the scene.

"Boss, what about us?"

An observer wearing a headset looked back at the boss, Norman Osborn, who was sitting in a wheelchair, and asked what to do next.

Perhaps because his breathing tube was pulled out by the crow yesterday, Norman was rather weak today. Someone was specifically assigned to guard the spot where the oxygen cylinder was placed, and the breathing tube was inserted even more tightly...

No, does that matter?

Norman said in a hoarse voice, "Send some more..."

"Boss!"

Norman glared displeased at the staff member who had spoken. He hated being interrupted and was usually the one to interrupt; he was rarely interrupted.

Seemingly afraid that his boss might say something harsh, the staff member spoke very quickly, explaining why he had interrupted.

"Three high-speed targets detected approaching the group!"

"Three?" Norman frowned.

The staff member's fingers flew across the keyboard, quickly bringing up an image on the computer screen.

In the scene, a figure in a green flight suit is leading a figure in red and blue. The figure in the two-tone outfit is clearly Spider-Man. Spider-Man is leading another figure, which, upon closer inspection, is revealed to be Dragon, except that his face is somewhat distorted by the strong wind, and his lips are slurring.

Norman narrowed his eyes, surprised by Spider-Man's appearance as well as by the appearance of another person.

"Toms?"

He snorted and ordered, "Tell Connors and Otto that Spider-Man is here, and tell them to get ready."

"clear."

After giving the order, Norman maneuvered his wheelchair away from the laboratory.

A major battle is about to take place, and he doesn't want to be caught in the crossfire.

At the very least, the breathing tube must not fall out again.

......

"I'm letting you know in advance that the tentacle device isn't fully functional yet. If anything goes wrong, that's your own problem!"

Hearing the conversation between the middle-aged man beside him and the person on the other end of the communication device, Connors couldn't help but rub his temples.

The child still came.

Peter, you really are...

That's so stupid.

"Damn Spider-Man, he knows he's being hunted down, yet he still comes knocking on our door!"

Otto hung up the communication, muttered something unpleasantly, then walked to his work station and gave orders to the personnel under his command:

"Be extremely careful, the chips behind your necks are absolutely critical. If anything goes wrong, report to me and I will immediately cut off control."

After saying that, he glanced at his old friend in the laboratory and, seeing his worried look, asked curiously.

"What's wrong?"

"fine."

Connors shook his head and pressed the button in front of him to transmit his signal to those below.

Seeing that his old friend was unwilling to even offer advice to his subordinates, Otto became even more confused.

Aren't you going to give them any advice?

"Their failure is their own fault, it has nothing to do with me," Connors said.

Seemingly not quite satisfied, Connors continued, "If Norman had put in a little effort to communicate with Spider-Man properly, the man might have been willing to cooperate. Instead, they just arrested him, and even planned to imprison him!"

Otto patted his old friend on the shoulder. "There's no need to be so angry, is there?"

"Angry?" Connors shook his head. "I just feel sorry for them."

He had already heard the rumor.

A crow pulled out Norman Osborn's breathing tube.

The crow he had seen recently was the same extremely intelligent crow that Peter kept.

Connors found it hard not to ponder the oddities involved.

The crow has a dual nature; perhaps for Peter, its appearance was a blessing.

By pulling out Norman's breathing tube, he was clearly telling them one thing.

You're dead.

It is death, it is an ominous sign!

"..."

Otto was about to say something when he was interrupted by a notification bell.

drip-

The other staff members in the laboratory immediately issued a reminder.

"Spider-Man is here! All units, take note!"

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... (Bonus scene)

"Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it..."

Peter saw Oz rummaging through his room and became curious.

"What are you looking for?"

"Monthly pass!"

Peter took a rolled-up piece of paper out of his pocket and asked, "Want a recommendation vote?"

"I want one too!"

Oz roared and lunged at Peter.

Peter was immediately tackled to the floor by Oz. When he turned his head, he saw that Oz had also put a book under his diaphragm.

"What book is this?"

"I'm the Amazing Spider-Man in American comics."