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Chapter 152 Self-Denial (For Subscription)

In the spacious special training room of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Peter hung up his stubble, but he still couldn't let go of not putting on his Spider suit.

Wearing a plain gray pin-collar blazer and black sweatpants, Peter tries out his Ability, launches cobweb, Adsorbent ability, Spider Telepathy, and more.

But to Peter's disappointment, these Abilities seemed to disappear.

When he was training with an agent with very powerful fighting skills, he was like a child who was at a loss and could not fight at all. Facing the agent's killing moves one after another, the Spider Telepathy 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 embarrassment, and even his strength, coordination, jumping, speed, and explosive power that surpassed ordinary people all degenerated.

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 original basic Ability should still be 14, but why..."

Hill said suspiciously.

Fury's one-eyed flashed, and he said in a low voice: "The moment he started to doubt himself, when his belief began to waver, he was no longer the original Spider-man.

Faith, spirit and body are one, and when the spirit is strong enough, extraordinary physical potential can be unleashed.

But when he began to doubt and deny himself, his body was like a rusty old car, slow and unable to start.

That was undoubtedly the case with Peter Parker.

He denies and doubts himself, and his powerful bodily functions will not be mobilized or even retreated.

Definitely his body is still strong, even if it has rusted.

"He needs to fill this car up 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.

"yer~~"

As the door opened, Typhoid Mary walked in, wearing a gray vest and skinny jeans.

Her face was full of murderous intent, she looked at Peter Parker who was looking at herself, facing the emotion in Peter's pupils, she raised her lips.

"Hey baby, miss me?"

A tavern in Texas, the tavern is built in the style of the American West in the 1990s, full of summer tongue.

There is a desert around the tavern, and there is only a road in the distance.

At night, only here is bright.

Parked near the tavern are some motorcycles and muscle sports cars and even many large trucks, and the people inside are either wearing gold chains, black jackets, tattoos or vests and cowboy hats.

The classic music of the 90s resounds here.

The people here, white Eastern Europeans, dance while holding the accordion.

The blacks are beating the tambourine cheerfully, white men and black women are drinking and flirting, and prostitutes are boldly selling services to single men who are drunk.

Around the bar, denim-clad workers drank bad whiskey and talked about politics, democracy and some famously pretty woman in the neighborhood.

In this cramped, smoky space, music, alcohol, cheers, screams, exaggerated laughter, and dirty swearing are accompanied by the clink of wine glasses

Very normal.

Until, there was an explosive engine roar outside the tavern, and then a figure walked in from it.

This is a very young and handsome young man. He is wearing a red jacket with a white lining, jeans and white sneakers that are out of place here.

Rubbing the crowd, he exchanged glances with the prostitutes who were blowing kisses and invitations with affection in their eyes, nodded with a gentle smile, and walked straight to Zhatai.

Various noises echoed in my 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 the young man he had never seen before, the old 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 the glass, and placed it in front of the young man.

"Boy, it's a nice car, I hope you brought a gun, otherwise your precious car will easily choose another owner.

"Can you hear that too?"

The young man picked up the wine glass in front of him, said something, and took 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. Few people drink this wine without changing their faces."

"Maybe I'm just pretending nothing happened."

"Ha~~" The old bartender smiled disdainfully: "Generally, people who can say that must have some skills.

"But I would like to advise you, it is best to leave here before eleven o'clock, because this place will become a hell on earth."

"Wow, that sounds cool, and I'm looking forward to this show." The young man seemed unimpressed.

Seemingly remembering something, he said to the old bartender: "By the way, can you give me 700 thousand glasses again? 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, which was a huge glass, and raised his eyebrows: "So you brought a girl?"

"Don't tell me she went to the toilet, I really hate when people defecate anywhere near the tavern, it's very troublesome to clean up like that."

The young man smiled, not paying attention to the joke.

Seeing this, the old bar also laughed, and stretched out his fist at the young man. After the two touched each other, the old bartender poured another glass from a large glass.

Put it in front of the bar: "Two cups are free, Mike."

"Li Ang~"

"OK, then Li Ang, if your car needs refueling, the price here is not cheap."

"It seems that your place is simply a house of everything, with everything."

"Definitely, I sell everything here." Old Mike said proudly, this is the middle of two urban roads, the Hesitation Road is very long, and there is no gas station for a long distance around it, so he opened a tavern here.

For passing tourists, pedestrians, or truck drivers to settle down, the annual income is very considerable, and I have made many friends.

(Ask for a monthly ticket for flowers, thank you for your support, thank you!).