American Comics: The Matrix.

Chapter 541 Peter: Is your name Jameson?

Kant Planet.

Inside a newspaper office called Byte Daily.

The newspaper owner, holding a large stack of Spider-Man photos, burst into laughter.

"Wow, that's amazing! Where did you get so many hot, first-hand photos?"

Peter looked at the middle-aged boss and felt a sense of familiarity, but at that moment he was unaware of what he was about to face.

"I just happened to meet him, and coincidentally, I'm a professional photographer."

“This guy,” the newspaper owner pointed to the Spider-Man photo, then said, “he dared to attack the Windagher Knights’ base, and just as the warrant for his arrest was issued, you got me so many photos. Our newspaper is going to be a huge hit this time!”

"Then congratulations, my money..."

When it came to wages and compensation, the newspaper owner's enthusiastic expression vanished instantly, replaced by shrewdness.

He casually pulled out a few banknotes and impatiently poked them at Peter.

"Take it! Then get out of my office!"

"What?" Peter looked at the pitiful few bills in surprise and said in disbelief, "Your bounty of 500,000 requires Spider-Man's money, but this doesn't even have 5,000."

What vampire Grandet?

This guy in front of him was even more like Jameson than Jameson himself, and Peter suddenly felt a sense of familiarity return.

It was as if he had returned to Earth in an instant.

'I should have called John over and told him he didn't need to go back to Earth; I've found him his real family here.'

“We all know that’s just a smokescreen,” the newspaper owner said matter-of-factly. “Nobody would spend 500,000 for a picture of an insect; only Madame Forman’s nude photos are worth that price!”

That Madame de Furmin is far too worthless.

Peter thought to himself, and quickly pulled all the photos back: "Then I'm sorry, our cooperation has to be terminated before it even started. I'm sure there are plenty of newspapers that would want these photos."

He turned to leave, but the other person decisively called him back.

"Wait!"

"Ten thousand dollars!"

"No more!"

"You should know that since you're unwilling to provide proof of identity, only I will generously pay for your photo of unknown origin."

The other party said this in a half-joking manner.

Fortunately, Peter really didn't want to argue any further, and they eventually settled on a price of 10,000 yuan per ticket.

The other party immediately became critical, criticizing his photos and belittling them. They then painstakingly selected four photos from different angles and demanded that Peter not sell the unselected photos to other newspapers before he agreed.

"At least we have enough for living expenses."

He sighed.

He looked down at the broken watch, which was hidden by his sleeve.

Copytrix.

That's what he calls a copy table.

The number of alien heroes in the table is limited, and they only have basic functions, not even a capture mode.

But it was his secret weapon, and now it's damaged.

It can transform, but the transformation state and duration are unstable, and it might accidentally backfire.

To make matters worse, he didn't have the ability to fix it.

"And that black box."

"It kept my spider senses constantly active, and even though I was far away from that tower, I still felt a sense of impending death."

Peter was very worried.

This means that if that thing explodes, it could blow the entire city to smithereens.

The watch can only be repaired after he sees Bant again, but he has to find a way to get the box back.

Peter returned to the clinic with a heavy heart. John and Naoko were unaware of his worries, but they knew that Spider-Man had caused trouble at the Windagher Knight's place, and they were both very surprised by his actions. Thane, in particular, regarded him as a hero.

“No one has ever done what you did. The rebels must know about your feat. With you joining them, their chances of winning are much greater,” Naoko said.

“For me, being able to pay the rent is already a blessing,” Peter said helplessly.

Having witnessed the power of the Supreme Evolution, he no longer held much hope for the resistance.

There was little hope until Tian Gong Hui's support arrived.

"Here, this should be enough for our rent." He took out 20,000 yuan and handed it to Naoko.

Naoko originally wanted to waive their rent, but she and Sain were also struggling financially. Their clinic mainly served poor people from several blocks away, and she often treated them for free. Now that they had some income, it would certainly help them a lot.

"Thank you, Peter."

She said gently.

Peter Parker, supposedly another person's name.

Mr. Spider-Man was unwilling to reveal his real name to John, so he "borrowed" the name of his friend Peter.

“I can use the remaining money to buy another mattress, so I won’t have to sleep on the sofa anymore,” Peter said, trying to find humor in his predicament.

He's now sharing a room with John.

“By the way, Peter…” John began, pausing for a moment as if he were a little uncomfortable, “It’s really strange to call Peter by his name in front of your face.”

He had met Peter in person.

Peter was taking pictures of Solaris 1 before its launch.

He was also a handsome young man, but compared to the guy in front of him, the other person looked thinner and quieter, and was obviously the kind of bookworm who didn't have much strength.

Moreover, Spider-Man's blond hair is too eye-catching.

"The rebels have already replied to Naoko. We'll meet with them tonight, what do you say?"

John was somewhat agitated.

He was just a young man, and at that moment he hadn't realized that war was a cruel thing; all he could think about was the great revolution.

Perhaps I will become famous and renowned?

"no problem."

It's evening again.

"It's curfew now. The beastmen don't allow humans to wander around outside this late. You'd better be careful," Naoko warned.

“No problem, as long as we don’t look human,” Peter laughed.

John immediately changed his appearance, transforming into a tall, humanoid lion.

"A lion beast? That's a bit ominous."

Peter shook his head, didn't put on the bionic mask, but instead put on the battle suit and activated stealth mode.

"Incredible. No matter how many times I watch it, this technology still amazes me."

"You must be careful."

Peter and John went out the door.

Above, towering buildings pierced through the clouds, their dazzling neon lights swirling in the mist, creating a scene resembling a fairyland; but below the clouds, however, lay a lifeless and stagnant landscape.

“There’s a clear class divide here, at least not in our New York,” John exclaimed.

“That’s because Price controlled the entire economy of New York; otherwise, there probably wouldn’t be much difference,” Peter said.

The two walked quietly through several streets and turned into a dark alley.

"This is it."

John took out a map, compared it to the map, then counted the bricks on the ground and lifted a manhole cover.

"Great, it's the sewers again."

Peter complained, "Why do I still have to crawl through sewers even on another planet? I'm Spider-Man, not Rat-Man!"

(End of this chapter)