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Chapter 393 I am, the English Spider!

Chapter 393 I am, the English Spider!

The next day, the itinerary was set for the students to continue sightseeing in Lisbon in the morning, and then take a bus to Madrid, Spain in the afternoon, arriving in the evening. Thanks to Spain's highway network, which has the second longest in Europe (the first being Russia), the students were able to arrive in Madrid that evening and check into their hotel.

"That's how it is, so we didn't have time to develop the photos in Lisbon at all, we had to get them to Madrid, Lightning."

Seeing Flash lean over to ask if the photos could be developed, Peter readily agreed. Flash scratched his head, then sat down behind Peter and started chattering about what he'd seen yesterday: "Did you guys know that Spider-Man is in Europe? I'm pretty sure I saw Spider-Man yesterday!"

Peter finally understood the significance of Nick Fury's new suit. While he couldn't fool Hydra, and everyone at S.H.I.E.L.D. knew, he could fool his classmates! Making everyone believe Spider-Man wasn't Peter Parker was extremely important.

Fortunately, because the Sandman caused a sandstorm, virtually no one saw Peter's actions, so he still had a chance to salvage the situation.

What chance do you have to salvage the situation? Do you possess any extraordinary wisdom?

Of course I have it, Venom, and it's much simpler than you think. You'll see when the time comes.

As Peter yawned, Harry countered, showing Flash a social media video from New York: "Pay attention to New York, Thompson, Spider-Man is out there doing his job."

"Oh, what?"

Thompson was quite disappointed after seeing the reports of Spider-Man appearing in New York. He had thought his idol had come to Lisbon, but it turned out he had just been mistaken.

But if it wasn't Spider-Man, then who was the person who saved everyone from that humanoid sandstorm yesterday?

"Speaking of yesterday's events, someone in Lisbon filmed armored soldiers falling from the sky. It seems these soldiers took care of the enemy." Peter promptly intervened, giving Thompson an explanation. The latter watched the video and couldn't believe these people weren't the ones who saved him yesterday. He was quite certain that the character who rescued him looked very much like Spider-Man.

But Spider-Man isn't in Madrid, so where is he?

Just as Lightning was confused, the bus braked suddenly and came to a stop, causing the students who weren't seated properly to sway violently. Peter looked out of the window and saw swirling gusts of sand rushing towards the bus from the front.

Another Sandman?

Patting Harry on the shoulder, Peter tossed a holographic device onto the seat and then stealthily climbed out the window to escape. Harry quickly shouted, "Everyone, close the windows!" and shut them down, while Peter climbed onto the bus and heard Venom's confused question.

So, what are you planning to do? Change into a different new uniform? But your fighting style can't be changed, right? Even if you change into a completely unrecognizable suit, it won't make any difference.

"Who said I was going to get a completely unrecognizable new suit?"

venom:???

As the Sandman gradually surrounded the entire convoy, he finally materialized into a humanoid form, only enormous enough to lift an entire vehicle with one hand. The giant Sandman materialized an upper body and stared at the convoy. Suddenly, a masked hero appeared on the roof of a bus!

Eugene Thompson spotted the hero and shouted his name: "Is it Spider-Man?"

It's Spider-Man! But it isn't!

This Spider-Man suit is almost identical to the Spider-Man that Thompson knows. The red suit has a fine spider web structure, but from the waist down, the entire lower body is almost entirely blue. At the junction of the two colors, the shape of the British flag is outlined in white lines.

"Sandman, I've had you captured for a long time. Prepare for judgment from the spider of England!"

Thompson felt his cerebellum shrinking.

"Is that Spider-Man?"

"Judging from his shouting, it sounds like he's calling himself the British Spider." Amadeus suppressed a laugh and said very seriously, "These days there are quite a few fake or similar heroes. For example, Russia's Winter Guardians have fake Captain America and Iron Man's Red Guardians and Crimson Armor. Britain also has Captain Britain. Maybe there's a bootleg version of the British Spider too."

Does this work too?

"The Avengers don't charge them royalties?"

Meanwhile, Sandman didn't care about Spider-Man's hobbies or interests; what Spider-Man dressed up as he pleased or what he wanted to be called was none of his business. As a former mercenary of the French Foreign Legion, Sandman knew exactly what his purpose was.

There was absolutely no other purpose than to kill Spider-Man.

Before the Wild Crew arrives, let's take care of Spider-Man as soon as possible.

"Are you sure? I have quite a few hostages here. If you make any rash moves, they might lose their lives."

Peter squinted.

"Yes, this sandman is so huge, I might not be able to take you down in a short time if I'm unarmed."

Sandman smiled, but then he heard Spider-Man's next words.

"But who said I came empty-handed!"

Spider-Man, from who-knows-where on his back, pulled out a modified PP19 Bison assault rifle from the Wild Legion, and unleashed a barrage of fire equipped with special bullets designed to weaken Sandman's condensation effect.

Times have changed, adults!

The sandman, subjected to continuous gunfire, let out a mournful howl. The massive sandman instantly collapsed into a pile of sand, scattering across the ground. Peter immediately jumped to the first vehicle, knocked on the driver's door, and reminded the driver, "Now, move out of here immediately and shake it off!"

The driver, who was trapped by the Sandman, suddenly started the engine as if waking from a dream. Peter quickly followed, picked up two specially made grenades provided by the Wild Warband, and threw them at the large pool of sand where the Sandman was. He breathed a sigh of relief after the grenades exploded.

This guy isn't too difficult to deal with if you have special equipment, but ultimately he's impossible to kill or eliminate, which makes him a real nuisance.

The thought that there was more than one, but four, opponent like this gave Peter a headache.

So is there any way to completely get rid of these guys?

On the last bus, Jessica, sitting in the last row, looked at the huge pile of sand receding into the distance and felt puzzled.

Why would the sand people attack these students?

(End of this chapter)