Rather than saying that the height was too high, it was better to say that the time it took to fall from this height saved Stark's life. A piece of spider silk swung over, and Spider-Man directly caught the falling Stark.

Soon, the exploded mecha wreckage fell to the ground together with the lizard man.

While the dust was flying, Spider-Man put Stark down. It was really a critical moment just now. He fell from such a high height. If he really fell to the ground, God would not be able to save him.

Soon, the dust and smoke from the explosion dispersed, and the huge monster fell into a pit. All his limbs seemed to be broken, and his internal organs should have turned into a ball of paste.

But his superhuman recovery ability is still at work. In a few breaths, the twisted bones are gradually returning to their normal positions. Spider-Man said: "God! He can recover from this! This is completely medical."

Is it a miracle??”

Stark narrowed his eyes and said: "This is indeed a medical miracle..."

"We have to subdue him quickly. It would be terrible if we wait for him to recover."

As Spider-Man was about to move forward, another mecha flew in mid-air. After Stark was armed, he stopped him. He said: "This self-healing ability consumes energy. His energy should have been

It’s almost gone, let’s see his true face.”

Stark seemed to mean something, and Spider-Man was a little confused. What is the true face of the Lizard? A big lizard?

Peter said: "A few days ago, I discovered someone doing experiments in the sewer. This monster must be the product of his experiments. We catch him, and then we have to find the real culprit behind it."

Peter was explaining to Stark how he found those traces from the sewer and then met the monster. He glanced at the pit and found that the monster seemed to be shrinking. After a while, the size of the monster that had shrunk was the same as that of a normal person.

about there.

Then the green color on his body and the unique lizard characteristics began to fade, and Peter gradually opened his eyes wide. He saw that lying in the big pit was a middle-aged man with gray hair.

"Dr. Connors!"

Peter was so shocked that he even stuttered: "How could it be...how could he? What happened to him? How could this monster be Dr. Connors????"

"I just said that this ability of super-speed recovery looks familiar." Stark raised his visor and walked into the pit, with Peter following behind him.

Peter said incoherently: "There may be some misunderstanding... Has he been framed? How could he be a monster? Dr. Connors is a very good teacher, he helped me a lot, I..."

Stark seemed a little silent, and his face looked very haggard, as if he had just woken up from a hangover.

The man lying on the ground moved, and Peter couldn't care less. He quickly stepped forward to help him.

Fortunately, although the lizard man fell from such a high floor, his super-speed recovery ability allowed him to almost recover from the wounds on his body before he returned to his human form.

Dr. Connors turned over under his own power. His head was covered with blood, and his entire clothes were almost soaked with blood. He turned around and looked like Stark, and said in a low voice: "I'm only one step away."

A little bit...just a little bit, ahem, I can judge you, the devil..."

Stark did not taunt his enemies like he used to. He looked at Connors silently.

Peter couldn't accept the situation at all. He collapsed and said: "What is going on? What is going on with you two? Dr. Connors, why are you... There must be some misunderstanding here, right?

?”

"Peter, Peter Parker." Dr. Connors closed his eyes, his tone full of exhaustion, "Spider-Man, you ruined..."

He stopped, either because he didn't have the energy to continue or because he didn't want to continue.

"Yes, I am Peter...Doctor, can you tell me what is going on?"

Connors's physical strength seemed to be completely exhausted. A weak researcher, he no longer had the strength to even sit up.

He lay in the middle of the big pit and said in a dry voice: "I told you this story before, but you didn't seem to listen carefully..."

"I am a captain. I once participated in the war with the combat troops. Although I was only a medic with the team, I persisted in the area with the most intense artillery fire for a full sixty-three hours..."

"For this reason, I lost an arm and almost all my comrades..."

"We obeyed their orders and stood firm. Of the 32-person team, only 6 survived. I lost an arm, and someone else lost both legs, but we all came back alive..."

"Compensation...oh, yes...of course there is compensation. They checked our health, let us stay in the hospital for a period of time, and then gave us a sum of money, and then, nothing happened again..."

"No one cares about the difficulty you have in continuing to live as a disabled person. No one cares about the dilemma that you can't even unscrew a can after paying the price with an arm..."

"No one will care about the sympathetic looks they look at you, or the impatience they show when you can't pick up something..."

"I just want to change everything, just want to change everything..."

Peter felt a little suffocated, and complex emotions surged in his chest. He took off his hood and began to breathe heavily.

His eyes were red, and he said: "You have changed everything! We almost succeeded at that time, and the recovery serum was indeed effective..."

"Yes, it's just a little bit close... I thought it was just a bit close, but then I discovered that this point may be a high wall that can never be overcome..."

Dr. Connors's throat moved slower and slower, and he said: "We are being expelled like mice. No one cares about how much change this research can bring to these scum at the bottom of society..."

"Even if I missed success by just one minute, I would still be kicked out."

He turned his head and looked at Stark with some dull eyes. He said: "Be driven out by these devils who only care about self-interest and profit..."

"It's not like that, it's not like that!" Peter knelt down beside him and said, "There is a misunderstanding here. I think I can..."

Peter's voice stopped suddenly. He took a deep breath and then covered his face. His breathing began to tremble uncontrollably. When he found that Dr. Connors was gradually losing consciousness, he really collapsed.

"No, wait... Dr. Connors! Dr. Connors! If you hold on just a little longer, we will save you..."

Peter didn't even know how he said such words. It was clear that ten minutes ago, he wanted to destroy this monster immediately.

It is now clear that Stark was under pressure from the military. He terminated the medical technology research and development in cooperation with the military, making it impossible to complete the super-speed recovery serum project carried out by Dr. Connors.

So it turned into a giant lizard monster and wanted to take revenge on Stark.

Peter suddenly thought that since this lizard monster was Dr. Connors, was the stronghold he destroyed then the place where Dr. Connors conducted his final research?

Was it because he destroyed that stronghold that the serum failed? That made Dr. Connors such a monster?

A suffocating feeling engulfed Peter, why is this happening? Why is this happening? He obviously just wants to do good things!

This feeling of extreme helplessness was a pain that Peter had never experienced before.

Obviously Dr. Connors is a good man. He and his comrades sacrificed their lives for the country. After being unfairly treated, he still actively participated in scientific research and wanted to improve the lives of these people through his intelligence.

But Mr. Stark is also a good person. He was not entirely at fault for suspending the cooperation in the medical project. He defeated the lizard monster and saved other people in New York.

Peter felt that he was also a good person. He obviously took action immediately when he saw some possible dangerous situations.

But now, Dr. Connors is lying in the pit, covered in blood, his life and death unknown, and Stark stands there silently. He seems to regard all this as a punishment for facing his crime, and is suffering for it.

Peter felt great pain, even more painful than when the sharp blade sliced ​​his chest.

The teacher who taught him carefully during his academic journey, and the senior who provided him with a suit and protection, and taught him all kinds of knowledge, were at odds with each other.

Peter didn't know who to help, it was like a double-edged sword that he was holding and stabbing at their chests at the same time. Tears had almost soaked the collar of his spider suit.

Peter stood up. He was facing another sunset. In a daze, he remembered what Schiller told him. There was no black or white here, only a hazy and unclear gray fog.

This is the true face of this world, and he cannot always stand on the side of justice as he thinks.

Now he finally understands that the saddest thing in the world is not that good people are defeated by bad people, but that good people are defeated by good people.
Chapter completed!