New York, Horn Daily.

"No, no, nothing, nothing!"

As always, the voice of James, the owner of the Horn Daily, was almost heard on the streets at the bottom of the building. When he started to make a sound, he wanted to buzz inside and outside the office, and he was worthy of being this famous big mouth.

The person he scolded this time was the unfortunate Mr. Forbes, an old reporter at the newspaper. He also won the Pulitzer Prize for Journalism, but he still couldn't escape the end of being scolded by his boss.

Forbes blushed and still tried to defend himself: "But boss, you don't understand, this is the exclusive news that can make a sensation in New York! Think about it, the most powerful forces in this city are gathering together to auction a lost high-tech product by the government!"

"Forbes, you're always all over your head." James slapped the table impatiently, "But it's enough, I don't want to fake reporting on these wild things anymore. Unless you can come up with solid evidence, I can't leave you the headlines for the next issue - now, go out! Don't waste my time!"

Forbes walked out of the boss's office dejectedly. The moment he pushed open the door, his colleagues looking outside hurriedly lowered their heads and pretended to be working seriously.

Just as he was about to walk to the elevator and prepare to leave, someone stopped him.

"Wait! Mr. Forbes!"

When he turned around, he saw Peter Parker, the young photographer at the newspaper, waving at him and running quickly.

"Sorry, Mr. Forbes, I had no intention of eavesdropping, but Jonathan's voice was too loud," Peter said. "Do I need to take a few photos of the gangster fight for you?"

Forbes scratched his head: "But I'm not sure if I can write it well."

"It's okay." Peter showed his digital camera and swayed in front of Forbes. "I bet if there were great photos, Jonathan would change his mind."

Peter offered to do this, not just to help Forbes or to take exciting photos to make money, but also because he heard Forbes tell his boss that the auction would involve all the current bigwigs in New York. Since that time, the crime situation in the city has not improved at all, but has become chaotic after losing the balance, and the crime has become darker and more diverse.

Although he knew that he did not deliberately cause this situation, he always felt that he was responsible for the current situation and always felt that as Spider-Man, he should stand up and do something.

And now, that's the opportunity.

That night, the bosses had a hidden auction venue.

The old reporter Forbes put on a disguised beard and eye mask in Peter's face in surprise, and then held a cigar in his mouth. Then he became a follower next to a gangster. Peter was stunned.

"If you want to dig out heavy materials when doing the job of journalists, sometimes you have to be like a spy. Only by going deep into places where others cannot enter can you dig out material that others cannot dig out!"

When Forbes talked about working in the journalism industry, the old reporter looked red and full of pride like an old soldier.

When the big guys participating in the auction entered the venue one after another, Forbes, who had disguised himself, also entered the magnificent venue. But today, he was stopped by two black-clothed bodyguards holding long-barrels at the door.

"What are you doing?" Forbes shouted, "I want to place a sign for my boss!"

"I'm afraid it won't work, sir." said the auctioneer in the central Taiwan auctioneer. "Your mysterious boss just removed all the money in your account, and we have to ask you to leave."

Forbes showed a helpless expression and had to turn around and leave the venue. After he came out, he went straight to the alley opposite the street, where Peter was waiting in the alley.

"How is it, Mr. Forbes?"

"Successful - so far." He said, taking out a small instrument, and the sound of auctions in the venue was clearly heard inside.

"I put the wiretape on the bodyguard at the gate," Forbes explained.

"That's so cool, Mr. Forbes."

Just as he came out, the auction in the venue had already begun. The auctioneer said loudly: "Last night, the representative from Hydra gave the highest price of 50 million. Has anyone offered a higher price?"

"Five thousand one million." The tombstone opened its mouth deep.

"Five million." Wesley, who represents Jin Bing, said calmly.

The tombstone glanced at him and snorted: "Be careful, Wilson has collapsed, his strength is not as good as before. It costs a lot of money to escape and cover up his identity, right? It's better not to have such a big appetite."

"Thank you for your concern." Wesley smiled politely, "but Mr. Wilson is very good and will soon make a comeback, and is now preparing for it."

The tombstone snorted and raised the price again: "Sixty million."

When Peter outside heard this, he couldn't help but ask: "What are they bidding for? Why are they worth so much money?"

"A high-tech product, I heard it seems to be a single-soldier armor for combat." Forbes said, "I don't know the specifics, I just heard them say it is called Yamozhu or something..."

Peter instantly petrified, his mouth almost opened into an "o" shape.

Is it better to notify Eric? He couldn't help thinking.

"One hundred million!"

During the moment Peter and Forbes talked, Wesley had raised the price by 100 million, and there was still no trend of stopping. The atmosphere in the field continued to heat up, and a war of firefighting with money was going on fiercely.

"One to 120 million." The tombstone increased the price again, but in terms of expression, it looked far less relaxed than before.

"150 million." Wesley competed against each other and frowned slightly, as if he was also calculating how much budget was left.

Just when the two were at their most anxious moment, the Hydra representative who had been silent suddenly spoke. He said simply in a low and powerful voice: "500 million."

Both the tombstone and Wesley lost their calmness and looked at the guy in shock.

Just kidding, 500 million US dollars, even a boss like them has to consider whether he can bear it. Could it be that the energy of this Hydra is so deep that it is unpredictable?

"500 million once, 500 million twice..."

The auctioneer paused here, and the tombstone and Wesley's face looked quite ugly, but he didn't speak anymore.

The auction hammer finally fell.

"The deal is completed, and the winner is the representative of the Hydra organization." The auctioneer said, "You can pick up the goods in an hour in the warehouse in the Choi Lik area."

Almost the moment the auctioneer's voice fell in the eavesdropping device, Peter couldn't wait: "I...I think I have to leave, you know, go and fight for the prime time of taking pictures..."

He had already run out along the street by the time he finished speaking, Forbes waved behind him and shouted, "Be careful, kid!"

At the same time, somewhere on the other side of the building, Ruth also smiled and said to the gangsters of the rampage tribe under her: "Okay, boys, it's time for you to appear."

It was also at this same moment, in a temporary stronghold in a truck compartment.

"Come on them and go to the warehouse in Choi Lick." Agent Colson ordered the agents in the driver's seat and turned to Eric who was standing behind him. "Have you heard it just now?"

"Ah, clearly." Eric clenched his fists, "As long as I get close enough, I can sense the beta armor's reaction. Now drive."
Chapter completed!