I Became Spider-Man's Cousin in Anime Crossover

Chapter 417 A cornered dog will jump over the wall

As he spoke, Sitwell pointed at the Iron Monger, deliberately revealing a hint of grievance and fear in his tone.

"But I never expected that it would define visitors as enemies! And Stark, while publicly claiming to have shut down the weapons department, was secretly developing this dangerous weapon behind the backs of the government! If he doesn't give me a reasonable explanation, I will definitely settle this score with him! My team members will not have sacrificed in vain! The order and peace of this country must not be allowed to be destroyed by dangerous elements like him!"

As Sitwell spoke, his emotions grew increasingly agitated. Spittle flew from his lips as he presented himself as someone who cared for the people and was utterly selfless!

Unfortunately, this hypocritical facade might have fooled Peter when he first became Spider-Man...

But after experiencing so much, with Riley by his side to guide him, Peter, who was destined not to be as stubborn and unyielding as Tom Holland, was also growing rapidly in both mind and body.

"Out of consideration for human compassion? That sounds reasonable, but..."

That is why, faced with Sitwell's accusations, Peter not only showed no sway or sympathy, but also deliberately repeated what Sitwell had said in front of him, his voice carrying a veiled meaning.

He suddenly took a step forward.

This step was very slight, shortening the distance by less than half a meter.

But Sitwell's body instinctively leaned back slightly.

That's an instinctive self-defense action when facing a threat from an enemy.

Peter saw this reaction.

At that moment, his spider-sense also sent a sharper, more intense pain through him.

"However, Mr. Sitwell," Peter's voice remained friendly, but the look in his eyes, hidden behind the mask, had subtly changed.

"You just said you were there to 'collect data,' right? May I ask what kind of data?"

"I've already told you, this operation is highly classified, and I have no further comment," Sitwell replied immediately, his voice hardening.

"Ah, another classified information, what a convenient excuse..."

Peter nodded.

"Let me put it another way... Was the data collection successful? Did you get what you wanted?"

"This is none of your business."

A genuine sense of anxiety began to emerge in Sitwell's voice.

Time was ticking away, Tony could arrive at any moment, and the kid in the tight suit kept asking questions endlessly.

the most important is……

Now that this little brat has appeared...

That means that the black monster could appear at any moment!

After Riley's massacre of drug dens around the world, Sitwell was certain that the black monster wouldn't waste time playing "friendly interactions" with him like Peter did!

After all, heroes like Peter, who uphold law and order and stand on the side of justice, need to consider whether the evidence is sufficient before making arrests, so as not to wrongly accuse innocent people...

But now, in the eyes of all the villains, Riley, whose righteousness has turned evil, is now synonymous with the words "demon," "monster," and "devils," and he doesn't care about any of that!

"But I think it's quite relevant."

Peter noticed the anxiety in Sitwell's eyes, but he still didn't intend to let him off the hook. Instead, he deliberately tilted his head and put on an innocent look.

"Because if you really succeeded in collecting the data and then safely evacuated, why would Iron Monger activate? Its defense protocol wouldn't be triggered just because 'someone came to visit,' would it? Unless…"

He paused.

"Unless you've touched something you shouldn't have, like, in retaliation for Tony's previous offense, you've hacked into Stark Industries' core servers without permission? Or... have you set your sights on something else, something unique that only Tony possesses so far?"

Sitwell's pupils suddenly contracted.

In such a short time, they had already guessed their objective with remarkable accuracy...

Just how much does this Spider-Man actually know?!

I have no obligation to answer your question.

Sitwell's voice turned completely cold, and his hand moved back to his waist—this time, the movement was more obvious and more threatening.

"Spider-Man, as a Level 7 Security Council agent, I order you to immediately step back and assist me in controlling that out-of-control armor. Otherwise, I will consider you obstructing official business."

This is an ultimatum.

It was also a desperate gamble.

If Spider-Man continues to obstruct him, he will have to take action—even if it means complete exposure.

But Peter did not back down.

He even took another small step forward.

"Obstructing official business..."

Peter repeated the word softly, then suddenly laughed.

Although the mask concealed his expression, Sitwell could at least detect a chilling smile in his tone.

"Mr. Sitwell, do you know? My spider-sense—that ability that lets me sense danger in advance—is now frantically alerting me."

He pointed to the back of his neck.

"And the target of the reminder wasn't Rail Monger."

He pointed to Sitwell.

"It's you."

As Peter finished speaking, the air seemed to freeze in that instant.

The next second, Sitwell's body moved without warning.

Press down with your palm, curl your fingers inward, and use your thumb to flick open the holster safety catch...

The movements were incredibly smooth, as fluid as breathing.

Sitwell's pupils contracted to pinpoints in that instant. With no way to retreat, he deliberately tore away his disguise, revealing his fangs to Peter!

It only takes him 0.3 seconds.

For the average person, 0.3 seconds is not even enough time to blink once.

But for a highly trained agent like Sitwell, 0.3 seconds is enough to complete a precise and deadly shot!

Of course, he wasn't aiming for Peter's vitals at that moment.

As a Hydra agent, Sitwell had often used Spider-Man as a hypothetical enemy for observation and simulation. He knew that even at such close range, successfully hitting the agile Spider-Man, who possessed the ability to foresee danger, was still a pipe dream.

Therefore, he was targeting the young people who, after seeing Peter's appearance, trusted "Spider-Man" and believed that the crisis was over, and gradually grew bolder and curiously gathered around to watch the excitement.

Based on his understanding of Spider-Man, Peter would inevitably distract these ignorant fools in order to protect them, thus giving Sitwell, who was currently in deep danger, a chance to escape!

Unfortunately, despite all his careful planning, Sitwell overlooked one crucial detail...

As Spider-Man, Peter's movements and reaction speed are only faster than his.

Furthermore, after spending time with Riley and gradually realizing how heavy the responsibility he carried was, Peter had already changed his arrogant thoughts, which most protagonists in American TV series have, such as deliberately showing off in front of the enemy and needlessly causing trouble for himself.

That's why, almost the instant Sitwell's fingers touched the holster...

Although Peter was unaware of Sitwell's sinister intentions, his spider webs had already struck first, precisely sticking to Sitwell's wrist, holster, and his left hand as he tried to reach into his suit pocket!

This caused Sitwell's expression to change drastically.

No, that's not right!

Normally, a superhero like you should relax your guard, wait for me to finish shooting, and then belatedly run over to save people with a look of regret and self-blame, giving me a chance to escape, right?

Corner dry... ugh... when you were causing trouble for that black monster, you weren't this smart, were you?

Are you acting as him, or me?!

Of course, no matter how much Sitwell complained in his mind, he couldn't make Peter hesitate or stop in the slightest.

Taking advantage of Sitwell's momentary stiffness due to the thwart of his plan, Peter merely twitched his wrist slightly, and more spider silk poured out like a torrential rain.

They don't spray randomly; they spray with precision.

Each strand of spider silk was precisely wrapped around Sitwell's joints, ensuring that Sitwell was completely rendered harmless.

This is followed by the contraction of the spider silk.

Sitwell's body was pulled by a tremendous force, and he lost his balance and fell backward.

But before he fell to the ground, more spider silk had already enveloped him—starting from his ankles, spiraling upwards, over his calves, thighs, waist, and chest, until only his head was left exposed.

The entire process took 1.7 seconds.

A highly trained special agent, despite having the initial advantage, was easily subdued by a fifteen-year-old boy and turned into a "mummy" whose only ability is to move its eyes!

Of course, Sitwell did try to struggle.

But every muscle strain only makes the spider silk entangle tighter.

The feeling was like being cast into rapidly solidifying cement. Far from making Sitwell feel any better, the shrinking space inside the spider cocoon increased the pressure on his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Sitwell."

Peter's voice rang out, maintaining that reassuring and relaxing polite tone. But to Sitwell, it only served to accentuate Peter's image as a "smiling tiger" exuding both danger and sarcasm.

He walked up to Sitwell, squatted down, and the large white eye mask blinked a few times in a rather human-like manner under Justis's control.

"I think you'd better not move around before Tony arrives. The contraction coefficient of this special spider silk is dynamically adjusted—the harder you exert yourself, the faster it contracts. If you don't want to die within five minutes from broken ribs piercing your lungs, I suggest you keep calm and take deep breaths."

As he spoke, Peter tilted his head.

In the most innocent tone, he uttered a threat that sent chills down Sitwell's spine.

What made Sitwell even more dazed was that he saw a black shadowy figure standing with its arms crossed behind Peter!

"asshole!"

At that moment, knowing that he had completely lost hope of escaping, Sitwell's eyes quickly became bloodshot and turned extremely ferocious as anger and fear surged up.

Then, following Peter's instructions, he obediently stopped his meaningless writhing and struggling, spitting as he furiously accused Peter, attempting to intimidate the underage boy with the most vehement words, hoping to make him waver and fear, and thus change his decision to oppose Sitwell.

"Do you know what you're doing?! You're attacking a Level 7 S.H.I.E.L.D. agent! You're obstructing the proper execution of a classified national mission! What's worse, you're protecting that runaway killing machine!"

"Look at it! Look at the Iron Monger! It not only killed my team members, but also murdered several innocent civilians in public! What's worse, in the short time you've been in my way, it could have restarted at any moment! Ramming into downtown New York City and causing thousands of casualties! And you, Spider-Man, who prides yourself on being a good neighbor to the citizens of New York, are now choosing to stand on the side of this killing machine? What are you thinking! Do you want to become a traitor to humanity and help this machine slaughter humans?!"

Peter listened quietly, his expression hidden behind the mask, unknown to Sitwell.

But the gaze behind those white eye patches sent a chill down Sitwell's spine.

It wasn't a hesitant or wavering gaze, but rather a kind of pity and scrutiny that was seven or eight parts similar to Riley's when looking at a self-deceiving fool.