In desperation, Peter Parker broke the window with his fist and escaped, because these massacre-infected people did not have the ability to climb walls or fly over walls.
This also leads to why Jameson saw Spider-Man running out of his office.
Jameson instinctively wanted to take a picture of Spider-Man with a camera. This was a big scene that couldn't be missed. If he could take a picture and write a report, it would definitely sell well.
Unfortunately, he didn't have a camera on him, so he took out his mobile phone to take pictures.
Then he discovered that Spider-Man was actually looking at the camera. Looking at the getting closer and closer, he realized that Spider-Man was not looking for the camera, but was coming towards him.
Jameson thought in confusion, just because I secretly took photos of him? Probably not.
It wasn't until the steel plate on his head was smashed down that Jameson realized he was in danger.
At this time, he could clearly feel that the elevator's crawling speed was decreasing until it finally stopped completely.
A pair of hands wrapped in the carnage symbiote tried to open the secret door on the top floor of the elevator. Fortunately, the secret door was fixed with screws, so the monster could only hold it out as wide as the palm of his hand.
Jameson looked toward the hole, and what he saw was the structure of the elevator shaft and some equipment such as steel cables.
Suddenly, a spiral symbol appeared and looked at Jameson. The symbol gave people the feeling of eyes. No matter what kind of creature it is, it is very sensitive to eyes that can feel light.
But that symbol sucked into Jameson's soul like an abyss, making him tremble with fear.
At this time, the elevator was stuck in a relatively awkward position, between the 37th and 38th floors.
Jameson desperately tried to open the elevator door on the 37th floor and escape from below. Obviously taking the elevator was not the right choice when in danger.
What's even more terrifying is that even if the monster fails to rush into the elevator in a short time, you can hear the sound of him chewing through the steel cable that keeps the elevator stable.
And Jameson can also clearly feel the shaking of the elevator, and no one knows how long it can last.
After working hard for a while, he successfully opened the elevator door on the 37th floor at the cost of wearing out his fingers. When he leaned down, he could see the tiled floor and an empty office.
Before he could feel happy, he felt the elevator falling rapidly, and the feeling of weightlessness made him almost despair.
However, the entire elevator only dropped a few tens of centimeters and then suddenly paused. Jameson opened his eyes and said in surprise: "Spider-Man!"
Jameson, who was surviving the disaster, thought that the person who saved him in the end happened to be Spider-Man, whom he had always slandered.
Peter was holding the spider silk with one hand, and the other end of the spider silk was the top of the elevator. He was supporting it with one hand, and his veins popped out.
"Who else could it be besides me? God?" Peter was still in the mood to make an impromptu joke.
With his other hand, he fired spider silk to connect to the top of the elevator shaft, and then entangled the two spider silks together. The strength of these spider silks was much better than steel cables, completely fixing the elevator shaft.
The doppelgänger of Carnage who had just been knocked down by him launched a violent counterattack at this moment, holding Peter in his arms and about to bite off his head.
In the narrow elevator shaft, holding open the huge mouthparts with both hands, Peter jumped nimbly and used the wall as a support point to climb, and then used the spider web to hoist the Carnage Double high.
Jameson finally climbed out of the elevator, but after seeing many of the same red monsters appearing outside the 37th floor, he pulled his head back.
"Spider-Man, the Daily Bugle is full of these monsters. We are surrounded by these monsters, what should we do next?"
Spider-Man pulled him back: "Honestly, those are your employees who were just infected by the symbiote Carnage."
Jameson asked what to do with a worried look on his face, and Peter doubted whether he was asking the employees or himself.
"Come outside." Peter said with a smirk.
Two minutes later, in the sky outside the Horn Building, with a tragic scream, Spider-Man took one of Jameson's hands and quickly fell downwards.
Then, just as he was about to hit the ground and turn into a smashed meat pie, Peter shot out spider silk and slowed down.
Jameson didn't even dare to open his eyes. A strong wind swept through him and he landed smoothly, but when he felt the weight of the ground again, he was so excited that tears filled his eyes.
"Okay, I'll send you here. Find a place to hide, maybe you can live a few more days." Peter said casually and turned around to leave.
Jameson said with some concern: "Where is Peter? Peter Parker is still in there, he needs rescue."
Unexpectedly, he actually thought about his own safety. Peter's somewhat surprised expression was covered by the mask: "He is fine. I rescued him as soon as possible."
Jameson tried to calm down and said: "I will not hide. New Yorkers need to know that there is a crisis happening. The Daily Bugle doesn't know how many people can report the news now, but at least I will be the one."
Peter said coldly: "Do you really care about the truth? When did the Daily Bugle feel so missionary?"
Hearing that Spider-Man was mocking himself, Jameson said angrily: "I just don't care about you guy wearing a mask. There are many things in New York that are more important than a superhero in a uniform."
"The Daily Bugle is serious about news, and we as media are determined to be on the front line."
Peter smiled helplessly: "Very well, if you want to die, then go ahead. But don't forget that it was the superhero you said was unimportant who saved you just now."
Jameson yelled at Spider-Man's back as he swung away from the web: "I will, you must not underestimate the professionalism of media people. We are professional media, and we will ensure that the news that deserves to be known is not disclosed. Drowned in a deserted corner.”
Until Spider-Man completely disappeared from the end of the sky, Jameson cursed: "Damn, I should thank you. But I will not print the words thanking Spider-Man in the newspaper."
Then, he now needs to quickly get a professional camera and preferably a photographer.
Speaking of photographers, what about Peter Parker? Jameson now misses the days when he was still around.
