I'm working on Marvel's Spider-Man in American comics.

Chapter 33 Chameleon's Defeat

"Hey, Peter."

The morning sun streamed into the kitchen through the gaps in the curtains. Aunt May and Uncle Ben, unusually early, sat at the dining table, with fried eggs, bacon, and golden toast in front of them. Peter rubbed his sleepy eyes, instinctively sensing a subtle atmosphere—Uncle Ben was looking at him with a look that seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Uncle Ben cleared his throat and said solemnly: "Peter, listen, we have something to tell you..."

"What? What happened?" Peter's sleepiness disappeared instantly, and his fingers unconsciously clasped the edge of the table.

"Don't listen to your Uncle Ben's constant panic." Aunt May couldn't help but interrupt, patting the back of Peter's hand with a smile, "An old friend of ours invited us to stay with him for a few days. Considering your studies, we decided not to bring you along... You'll have to stay home alone for a few days."

"I just wanted to tease the kid!" Uncle Ben laughed and ruffled Peter's hair. "A fifteen-year-old boy should be able to change a light bulb by himself, right?"

"Of course, I can take care of myself." Peter grinned and glanced at the sumptuous breakfast on the table. "So... can we start now?"

There was a burst of laughter at the table.

After dinner, Aunt May hugged Peter tightly, and Uncle Ben lowered his voice in a serious tone: "I'm sorry I can't take you to school on Homecoming Day... I wonder which girl you'll ask to dance?"

"You'll know next year." Peter winked.

"Be careful." Uncle Ben pressed his thumb on his shoulder - this reminder contained a secret code that only they understood.

After watching the car drive off the street, Peter immediately rushed back to his room, pulled out the Spider Disk from under the bed and started it, put on his new uniform, then climbed out of the second-floor window, climbed onto the roof, and ran towards the school with his schoolbag on his back.

"It was a strange day, maybe several days, without the Avengers, without Uncle Ben and Aunt May. It was as if the only people left in New York were Spider-Man and Peter Parker - and of course no one cared about Peter Parker."

"Spider-Man loves this hot dog! This is the hot dog Spider-Man loves! The only official Spider-Man hot dog in New York City!"

Peter once again landed in front of Spider-Man's only designated hot dog stand. This time, he had changed into a new uniform and planned to show off in front of his old friends, but he unexpectedly discovered that there were a lot fewer customers at the hot dog stand than before.

"Hey, Miller, business's slow today?"

"Your hot dogs are in the usual place, Spider-Man." Miller pointed his spoon at the top of his umbrella without looking up. "You don't go online much, do you? There's a video circulating online of you beating up some thugs and robbing them. A lot of people think it's real."

The eyepieces of Spider-Man's new suit vividly changed from large to small, expressing his current confusion.

"Yesterday afternoon? I spent the entire afternoon working on my new suit."

"I see, so your eyes can move now?"

Peter found he couldn't talk to him about the upgrades to his suit, so he used the spider silk to hook his hot dog down. "It sounds like someone is impersonating me to do something bad. That's weird. Where was the video shot?"

"Hell's Kitchen."

"How strange! It's a place I hardly ever go to. I'm going to go check it out. Maybe I can catch this guy."

"Hey, Spider-Man? Is that Spider-Man!"

A voice interrupted the conversation between him and his boss. Spider-Man turned around and saw a young student who was much taller than him, but not as exaggerated as Carl King's 1.9 meters, but definitely over 1.85 meters. He was wearing a Spider-Man cosplay uniform under his coat.

"Oh my god, it's really you! I really met you." The guy was extremely excited and his words were incoherent. "You...you changed your uniform. Oh my god, the color of your uniform is brighter, it looks more textured, the grid is enlarged, and your spider icon has changed..."

"Uh..." Seeing that this fan he met for the first time was more attentive than many of his old friends, Spider-Man felt for the first time that talking too much was not a good thing, so he simply interrupted the other party: "Hey, calm down, man?"

"What, oh, okay."

The big man took a deep breath and seemed to calm down.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, Spider-Man knew he was wrong.

"My name is Eugene Thompson. I'm a student at Midtown High School. I'm a huge fan of yours. Look at this outfit. It's your cosplay suit. Today is our school's theme day and we're asked to dress up as superheroes, so I ordered this outfit right away..."

"Okay, Eugene, stop. Is it okay for me to call you that?" Peter quickly trotted over, ready to swoop away from this troubled place. "Thank you very much, but I have something else to do. I need to go to Hell's Kitchen to catch the guy pretending to be me. Bye."

Looking at Spider-Man flying away, Thompson simply shouted out, "I believe you definitely didn't do those things, Spider-Man. Go beat the shit out of those fakes!"

Spider-Man, finally free of Thompson, couldn't help but sigh at the Flash's enthusiasm, but he quickly gathered his attention and headed towards Hell's Kitchen. That place has one of the highest crime rates in New York, but it also has one of the lowest police reports. There are almost no cameras, and the new system he designed yesterday is actually the most useless here.

But sometimes, you don't need any sophisticated methods to find the guy you need. After all, the guy flying high in the sky above Manhattan can be seen at a glance from the same height.

"Another Spider, or Mysterio?"

Spider-Man, who landed on the wall, watched the imposters wearing his old uniform fall into the street, and then started beating others. He turned on the infrared function of the tactical eyepiece and found that there was only a thermal reaction at the scene. Those who were beaten were fake, so he skillfully flipped and landed on the battlefield, but his figure was wiped out by light particles.

"With light particle manipulation technology, the light reflections from my body were completely replaced by pre-made scenes. In other words, I am invisible to him?"

The Chameleon, who was acting at this moment, heard a noise, but couldn't see anything, so he could only ask his backup: "What happened?"

"What happened is that you didn't pay me the copyright fee!"

In a place completely invisible to the chameleon, he was hit in the chest with a punch and flew out. Because he was out of the preset "scene", his own figure was obscured by the light particles.

But this does not affect Spider-Man's ability to see him through the eyepiece.

"what happened?!"

"I don't know…it seems like Spider-Man has arrived and he's entered the reflective field?"

Chameleon was almost going crazy, looking at the illusion area where there was no one at all: "How did he see me?!"

"I have no idea!"

"Shouldn't you have done some research on someone else's image before impersonating them? It really makes me sad that you are such an unprofessional impersonator."

The chameleon was caught in a spider silk that came from nowhere and was pulled over. Then he was punched and sent flying, hitting the wall. He heard Spider-Man still chattering there: "Quentin Beck? Right, can you tell me who hired you?"

"He knows me?!" Quentin's horrified voice came from the headset, and Chameleon cursed inwardly and roared, "Turn off the projection!"

"But he knows..."

"Turn it off for me!"

Looking at the streets that had returned to normal after being shut down, and Spider-Man with his hands on his hips, Chameleon saw his new suit and his old suit at a glance, and cursed angrily. Spider-Man on the opposite side finally realized that he was not fighting Mysterio, but a guy who was actually wearing his old uniform, the only difference being in height.

"So you're not Quentin? He's just providing you with technical support?"

Spider-Man noticed the ball on the ground, grabbed it and put it in his pocket, while the imposter on the opposite side took out a knife from somewhere and said, "Don't talk about Quentin Beck!"

"So, introduce yourself, you mean? Master of Spy? Master of Mimicry? Small-time Hollywood actor?"

"Shut up, you damn bug." Chameleon rushed forward with a tactical dagger and stabbed directly. After being dodged, he immediately let go, changed his hand to hold the knife and elbowed at the same time.

"I was trained in the KGB! I'm an ace agent of the Foreign Intelligence Service! I've killed countless people, I..."

The chameleon was kicked in the abdomen by Spider-Man and flew out, hit the wall directly and fell to the ground, and was then entangled in spider silk like a dumpling.

"And then you're facing a guy who can carry a viaduct for two minutes. Sorry mate, this one's a little personal, but you'll be fine."

Peter picked up the chameleon, who was tied up like a dumpling, and planned to take him directly to a NYPD branch. After all, this was Hell's Kitchen, and the police he called might not be reliable.

"Well, Mr. Impersonator, if you'd like, we can chat about your boss on the way, how about that?"

(End of this chapter)