Let's restart, Spider-Man!

Old Steve raised an eyebrow. "No, it seems you don't intend to hold us back; you just want us to disappear completely."

Kingpin nodded helplessly. "Yes, compared to the original mission, I think making you disappear completely would better demonstrate my abilities."

“You’re not the only one who thinks this way, are you?” Charlotte pulled up a chair and continued to ask.

Seeing this, Kingpin said, "I'd like to sit down comfortably too, preferably with a bottle of beer, ice cold."

"You need to be prepared to be a prisoner," Charlotte said, maintaining her smile.

Kingpin sighed. "Well, you guys are very different from the superheroes I imagined. At least you don't mistreat prisoners."

Seeing that Charlotte had no reaction, he swallowed and continued.

"You guessed right, that Steve isn't content with just stalling you; he wants to kill Spider-Man completely."

He looked at Charlotte and said, "I bet the Spider-Man he wants to kill is you, not that girl."

"Yes, he's petty. I only killed him a few times, but he still holds a grudge against me. He's so narrow-minded," Charlotte muttered.

Kingpin: "."

In his mind, Spider-Man shouldn't be such a bitch.

But for some reason, he found the Spider-Man in front of him more pleasing to the eye than the girl who wore a Spider-Man suit and fought criminals everywhere and was called a hero by everyone.

Spider-Man is also human, and human nature is ugly.

The Spider-Man before him showed him what a "human" should be like.

The Spider Girl was a product of popular deification, and Kim despised such things from the bottom of his heart.

His tone softened slightly, and a smile appeared on his face.

"You must be wondering who ordered me to deal with you, but unfortunately I don't know either. That guy is too mysterious. Maybe Steve would know, but he's dead."

Hearing this, Charlotte showed no disappointment.

"One last question: Where is Felicia? She's the girl the chameleon was disguised as."

“She’s dead,” Kingpin answered bluntly.

"died?"

Carter frowned. "You're not planning to keep her around to threaten us?"

Kingpin looked at Carter. "I've heard Steve mention you. He likes you a lot, so he had Mysterio create a hologram of you. That way, he can't see your face clearly and won't go easy on you, making the same mistake again."

“Self-deception.” Old Steve shook his head.

Carter remained unmoved. "You haven't answered my question yet," she said to Kingpin.

Kingpin smiled. "I bet you really enjoy watching movies."

Before Carter could speak, he continued, "Times have changed. Hostages are the most unstable factor; they can interfere with my judgment. Besides, I think this plan is quite good and doesn't require the use of hostages."

So I had the chameleon kill her directly, and her body is still there.”

“Don’t tell us, it’s been sitting for ages and it’s already stinking,” Charlotte interrupted Kingpin.

He felt no sadness or distress over Felicia's death.

We're not familiar with each other anyway.

Besides, it's just a person dying, it's not a big deal.

He didn't want to see Felicia's body rotting.

After all, it's hard to forget such a scene once you see it.

He couldn't even look at the sexy and hot Felicia the next time he saw her.

Kingpin also grew to appreciate Charlotte's cold and ruthless demeanor more and more.

"Fine, I admit defeat. If I had been like you back then, things wouldn't have turned out this way."

As he said this, a hint of sadness appeared in his eyes.

"My children, my wife, it's a pity they can't come back."

He stared at Charlotte's face, momentarily lost in thought.

“If only you weren’t Spider-Man.” He laughed.

Older Steve asked curiously, "If he weren't Spider-Man, what would you want to do?"

"I want him to be my son."

"Shut up, you!"

Charlotte's face darkened as he used his spider silk to seal the other person's mouth.

He vowed that he would never let Kingpin say such disgusting things again.

Old Steve wore a strange smile, remaining silent, his thoughts unknown.

“What should we do with this guy?” Lizard Parker asked.

Charlotte waved her hand, "Take him back to his room."

"I?"

Lizard Parker looked at Kingpin's mountain-like body and said, "I can't move him."

"You can transform."

"I can only change once a day."

How long each time?

"I don't know, I haven't tried it."

"Then you're really lame."

Kingpin got up and stretched, then shook his head and said, "I know my current situation. I won't seek death."

“Very good, Peter, take him back to his room.”

"Oh, big guy, come with me."

As Parker the Lizard led Kingpin into the room, Kingpin couldn't help but feel curious when they passed Peter Parker playing with the cat.

"Are you twins?" he asked.

Lizard Parker shrugs, "I guess so!"

“No, they’re triplets.” Peter Parker looked up at Kingpin, his face serious.

Kingpin asked in confusion, "Triplets? Where are they?"

“He’s the older brother.” Peter Parker pointed at Charlotte.

Kingpin thought for a moment, "Alright, get a paternity test done when you have time. Men need to be strong. This isn't your fault." He said earnestly to Lizard Parker.

Lizard Parker: "."

What is this mess?

"Hey~"

Just then, a petite figure swung into the room through the window.

"Kingpin, you're not dead?" Gwen was shocked to see Kingpin when she returned home.

Lizard Parker quickly explained, "Don't be nervous, that was an illusion I created using Mysterio's holographic projection device. I didn't actually intend to kill him."

"What about those strange guys? Did they not die either?" Gwen's expression shifted.

"Dead, completely dead."

"But their bodies have disappeared."

"If it's eliminated, of course it will disappear."

"That's what they said last time too."

"This time he's really dead."

-

After the battle, the exhausted group quickly returned to their rooms to rest.

Meanwhile, older Steve and Charlotte stayed in the living room watching TV.

Thor's hammer trembled intermittently, as if trying to determine its location.

Old Steve gripped Thor's hammer tightly, his face expressionless, and said, "Why hasn't Thor arrived yet? My hands are sweating."

Charlotte leaned back on the sofa and casually handed the other person a glass of hot milk.

"Drinking milk at night makes it less likely to have insomnia."

Did you hear what I said?

"What exactly is this global crisis? We still have no clue. Could we be being played?"

"I don't drink milk."

"Kingpin's snoring is so loud, I can hear it clearly. Can you lend me your earplugs?"

"I want coffee."

"By the way, old man, I feel like something's off about this revival tournament. It seems like we've been misled, but I can't figure it out."

"I want coffee!"

"The doorbell rang; I guess it's Saul."

"Sol won't use the front door."

"Maybe you secretly ordered takeout."

Charlotte gave an irrelevant answer; he went behind the door and peered through the peephole.

“Nobody’s here.” He turned to look at elderly Steve, a hint of fear on his face.

"You idiot, I'm not going to play this childish game with you."

The doorbell rang again, and old Steve, looking disdainful, got up and went to Charlotte's side.