Peter hadn't known before.
But now… he knew.
This was way, way, way, way too congested!
Probably because Midtown Tech was celebrating its anniversary—and with Iron Man personally attending and drawing a massive crowd—the nearby streets had become a sea of traffic.
They had been stuck on the road for over half an hour. By the time a chicken could finish pecking its rice, a dog could finish licking up its noodles, and a candle could burn through a bronze lock… they still hadn't managed to squeeze out of the street.
Oh—that strangely poetic description was something Peter saw posted by a Chinese friend on the Little Blue Bird app. He thought it was interesting, so he remembered it.
Thirty minutes wasn't much for normal people.
But for Peter, thirty minutes was enough time to run an experiment, analyze at least one set of experimental data, learn a new fighting technique…Such precious thirty minutes—why did he have to waste them inside a car so small he could punch the roof just by raising his hand?
Peter was starting to regret leaving his laptop at home.
If he'd brought it, he could've worked on designing his new suit, studied something new, anything.
He had been trying to add more features to his nano-spider suit.
For example, the artificial intelligence system he'd been eyeing for ages.
Even if it couldn't be as advanced as Karen, it should at least handle combat assistance, tracking, positioning—things like that.
But that was a long-term project. There were still so many areas of knowledge he needed to study.
So whenever he had free time, he was either studying, running experiments, or—of course—patrolling the streets as the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.
No matter what, he could never forget: he was Spider-Man!And all this research was meant to help him be a better Spider-Man!
After waiting a few more minutes, Peter finally lost patience.
He turned to Happy. "Happy, can you take my stuff to the lab for me? I'll go ahead first."
Happy exploded. "Get back here! If it weren't for picking you up, I would've driven out while I still had the chance! Now I'm stuck in this mess because of you!"
Peter grinned. "Next time I'll treat you to one of my aunt's homemade meat pies!"
"You—your aunt—" Happy froze. The image of that impossibly charming Italian beauty flashed through his mind, and suddenly… he wasn't angry anymore.
Peter had no idea his Aunt May—the old cabbage—was apparently being eyed by a pig.
He darted into a secluded, empty alleyway. After pressing the button on his transformation watch, swarms of nano-particles surged outward.
Within seconds, they covered his entire body.
Nano Spider Suit, deploy!
"Woohoo!" Peter pushed off lightly with both legs, leaping more than ten meters straight up and landing on the rooftop beside the alley.
Then he sprinted across the rooftops.
His jumping ability had improved a lot too.
At a slow pace, he took one building at a time.At a fast pace, he could leap across three or four in a single jump.
Compared to the sluggish traffic below, he was practically lightning-fast.
"Yeah… wearing the suit really is the best." Peter sighed from the heart.
Without the suit, all kinds of noise flooded into his senses. Even when he tried to dull his heightened perception and block out external information, he still received far more input than any normal person.
In traffic like earlier—car horns everywhere, people complaining, engines rumbling—every second he stayed there felt like torture.
BOOM!
A loud blast erupted ahead.
Peter immediately turned toward the sound and spoke to his web-shooter: "Karen, help me check what happened over there."
He'd installed a communicator in the web-shooter that linked remotely to Karen inside the suit back in his room.
It was a bit inconvenient, but until he finished designing an AI system for the nano-suit, this was the best compromise.
Karen quickly connected to the police network and accessed the incident report.
"A chain collision involving several vehicles. Two of them were severely damaged. One car caught fire in the fuel tank area, and the fire is likely to spread. Due to traffic congestion, even if the fire engines arrive, they may not be able to reach the scene for some time," Karen reported.
"Anyone trapped?" Peter swung between buildings on webs as he rushed toward the site.
"Three individuals are trapped—two drivers from two of the vehicles, and one passenger from the rear seat of a heavily damaged car."
"Got it."
As he spoke, Peter had already reached the area above the accident and saw what was going on.
It was a chain-reaction rear-end collision. Seven cars total, all squeezed together with varying levels of damage.
But the two cars in the middle were in the worst shape.
Their front ends were badly crushed—likely the reason the drivers were stuck.
One of the vehicles had fire raging around the fuel tank. It was burning heavily, though thankfully it hadn't exploded outright.
The loud noise he heard earlier had just been a small fire flash from the tank when it ignited—more like a pop than a true explosion.
But if the fire continued spreading, it wouldn't just burn the nearby vehicles—it could ignite the shops along the street too.
And although they'd already called the fire department, with traffic like this, it could easily take over an hour before help arrived.
By then, the burning car would either be reduced to a metal frame—with the driver dying horribly inside—or it would ignite the surrounding cars and turn a small fire into a massive disaster.
After quickly assessing the scene, Peter went straight for the burning car.
A few people nearby were using some kind of metal rods—who knew where they found them—trying to pry the door open to rescue the driver.
But the car was too badly deformed. They didn't have the strength, and they were afraid of injuring the driver. After all that effort, they hadn't made any progress at all.
"It's Spider-Man!"
"Great! Spider-Man is here—we're saved!"
"Spider-Man, please help!"
The people around him called out.
Peter nodded, stepped forward, and first peered through the warped window to check the situation inside.
The driver was a white man, around forty, unconscious. His lower body was pinned by the crushed driver's seat—uncertain condition.
Peter tapped the car frame, gauged the deformation, and ran a quick calculation in his head.
Then he placed one hand on the frame, one hand inside near the driver's seat, and slowly applied force with precise control.
Under tens of tons of strength, the interior space around the seat gradually expanded—just enough so the man was no longer pinned.
Then Peter reached both hands under the seat and pulled—hard.
KRRRRAAACK!
He ripped out the entire driver's seat!
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