Erick was temporarily dragged by the electric lighter. Seeing that the situation was not good, Richard Fisk and Chameleon took the opportunity to board the helicopter that had been prepared to escape.

The propeller blew up a hurricane, carried the helicopter into the air, and quickly left the building and headed towards the direction of the Fisk Building. Little Fisk even paniced and called his father to inform him of the incident.

"You said you could solve it yourself." Jin's dissatisfied voice came from the other end of the phone.

"But this is an accident. How could I calculate that a madman in armor would have to make a thrust into it?" Richard Fisk said in annoyance.

"You let Spider-Man get rid of the log data and let Parker go. Now you may face multiple charges, and even I can do nothing." Jin Bing said in a cold voice. "I have started preparing relevant procedures for you. You can arrange to go abroad immediately after you come back. But I will deny that you know any of your illegal acts, these are your personal acts, stealing confidential information, plagiarizing Peter Parker, and illegal kidnapping and intentional murder are all your own intentions, and they have nothing to do with me."

Speaking of this, Little Fisk also understood that the matter had really reached an irreversible point. He collapsed on the helicopter seat in a wilful manner and replied weakly: "Yes, father."

When the phone hung up, Little Fisk felt as if his soul had been pulled away, his eyes were empty and unsightly. Before tonight, he was the heir of the criminal empire, holding unimaginable powers for ordinary people. But suddenly, he had nothing and became a loser and a runaway person.

On the plus side, he still has the chance to escape and make a comeback.

But soon, the only option left no longer exists.

"Hey, buddy! Where are you going?"

Spider-Man, who was caught off guard, was startled by the helicopter windshield, shocked both of them. He grabbed the windshield with one hand and stuck five fingers on the door panel on the side of the helicopter. He pulled horizontally with a terrifying arm force, and even pulled open the helicopter's hatch door with a "bang".

Little Fisk hurriedly pulled out his gun, but Spider-Man kicked it out. Two spider silks that followed him tied him firmly to the seat of the passenger seat and could not move.

"Helicopter? Cool!" Spider-Man approached from the cabin, "Will you not bring me when you go out for a long trip?"

The chameleon in the driver's seat reacted quickly. He pulled the joystick suddenly and the helicopter suddenly turned over. Spider-Man's body fell over unexpectedly and was almost pulled out of the cabin door by gravity. Fortunately, he barely grabbed it on the floor with one hand.

"Hey, that's how you treat hitchhiking?"

As soon as Spider-Man tried to get up, the Chameleon had taken the opportunity to turn his seat suddenly, kicked Spider-Man in the chest with a sharp kick, and suddenly kicked him out of the cabin. Then the Chameleon quickly turned around, pinched the joystick and controlled the helicopter to restore balance.

“It’s really…unfriendly…”

Spider-Man muttered, and flipped backwards twice, swaying his hand and a spider silk stuck to the helicopter's tail, hanging from behind like a tail.

The Chameleon saw his figure from the rearview mirror and couldn't help but frown slightly. This guy's driving skills were really good. He operated the plane like a swallow and made various difficult moves in the air to try to shake off the annoying tail behind him, but he just couldn't do it.

Chameleon thought for a moment and saw a building under construction ahead from afar. He sprinted towards the huge steel frame at full speed, and turned sharply at the moment of approaching. The huge inertia threw Spider-Man over in an arc and a half.

There was no choice, Spider-Man finally let go. He walked in between the steel frames in a group, flexibly shuttled and jumped between the iron frames. The Chameleon took the opportunity to open the distance.

The helicopter just turned around. When the chameleon looked at the building again, Spider-Man was gone. He hurriedly looked into the rearview mirror, but saw a lonely spider silk hanging under the chassis of the plane, and Spider-Man was still missing.

"Where did you see him?" Chameleon asked the little Fisk who was tied into a ball in the passenger seat.

"How could I know!" Little Fisk said angrily.

"Knock on the door, express delivery!"

The annoying voice sounded from behind the two of them again. It turned out that Spider-Man had swung up from the hatch door on the other side of the helicopter at some point, jumped into the cabin with agility, and landed in a half-squat position.

The Chameleon quickly pulled out his gun, Spider-Man flew over, and the two quickly started a fight in front of the driver's seat. The Chameleon is not just a master who is good at disguise and transformation, but also was a world's top agent. In such a narrow and bumpy space, Spider-Man's pride of flexibility is difficult to exert, and the Chameleon's close combat skills are relatively more prominent.

But after all, the physical ability of the Chameleon is only mortal. No matter how strong the fighting skills are, it cannot make up for the huge gap between him and Spider-Man. After several moves, he finally couldn't resist it. He was punched in the cheek by Spider-Man, and he leaned back and threw his front teeth out.

He didn't make a fuss, but he accidentally hit the joystick. The helicopter suddenly rolled over again, and the engine's roar was like dissatisfaction. The huge object that had lost control struck the front side towards the building close at hand. The propeller that was hit by the blast easily cut the glass exterior wall like a sharp blade. The plane roared into the inside of the building, tearing the floor apart like a bulldozer.

Spider-Man was quick-witted and quick-witted. The moment the plane hit the front, he pulled the Chameleon and Little Fisk out with one hand, and jumped out of the cabin door with the two. The helicopter with no load rushed all the way, almost running through the entire building along the floor, and half of his head was knocked out from the other side of the building before he could barely stop.

When the plane finally stopped, Spider-Man had already squatted on the window ridge of a certain floor and breathed a sigh of relief. The Chameleon and Mr. Little Fisk were packed and tied into a ball by spider silk, hanging under the flagpole, looking quite miserable.

Little Fisk rolled his eyes upwards and stared at Spider-Man squatting above his head: "One day you will pay for these, wall-climbing bugs."
Chapter completed!