I'm not Spider-Man, even though I'm parasitized by an alien!

“Call that trash producer on Channel 5 and tell him I don’t want to hear any words like ‘Wilson Fisk,’ ‘Kingpin,’ ‘Kingpin’s crimes’ on it.”

After hanging up with his subordinate, he thought for a moment and dialed another number.

"The guy who helped me contact the Russian mafia, Alexei, you call him Rhino, right?"

The "rhinoceros man" he mentioned, whose real name is Alexei Mikhailovich, is a henchman for the Russian mob in New York.

The other party had participated in an experiment in which radiation and genetically modified chemicals were used to attach a hard polymer to his skin, along with a rhinoceros horn.

The experiment granted him superhuman strength, speed, stamina, and endurance. His rhinoceros-hide-like shell could withstand any high or low temperatures and could resist any attack, making him virtually invulnerable.

Although he felt some disdain for such a character, he still chose to hire the guy.

"The goal is..."

He hesitated for a moment, then looked at the sunlight outside the window.

“George Stacy!”

"Alright, let's discuss the Watergate scandal. Has anyone read this chapter?"

The history teacher asked the students in the audience.

At this point, most of the students in the classroom had been through the ordeal of the previous lessons, and their enthusiasm had been completely destroyed. Few people raised their hands.

“You kids are lucky because most of these recordings were only recently released; before that, only a small portion of the information was disclosed.”

The history teacher looked at the students in the classroom and continued, "You know, our president could have destroyed these tapes, but he didn't. Now, turn to page 361."

As the rustling sound of books filled the air, Peter focused his attention on the textbook in front of him.

If he continues to skip classes, his homeroom teacher will definitely tell Aunt Mei.

So even though he didn't want to come to school, he still sat here.

Last night he saw the legendary Wendigo ghost in the swamp.

Ghosts and spirits, things that cannot be harmed physically, did indeed cause him some trouble.

Moreover, it seems that Helen saw something before she left last night.

The only thing he was certain of was that it wasn't a ghost or anything like that.

What could make someone lose their composure more than a ghost?

and also

The other party sent me information about tunnels in the underground world. How can I enter without alerting anyone?

"What I just played for you was a recorded conversation of our president. What did you notice? Or do you have any insights of your own?"

"King Kong" muttered, "That guy really likes to swear."

The students around him chuckled quietly.

The history teacher pretended not to hear and asked Gwen, "Gwen, what are your thoughts on that recording from earlier?"

Gwen hadn't been listening to the lecture either; she'd been thinking about the band. When the teacher asked her a question, she hesitated for a moment before saying, "I think he seemed a little helpless and sad."

Gwen glanced at Peter, then looked down at her book.

Oh no, I didn't hear what was in the recording.

“Very good, your perspective is unique, Gwen.”

The history teacher seemed quite satisfied with Gwen's answer, "But there was also indignation!"

The teacher then added, "He believed that he was in a high position of power, that he could control the entire city and even the United States, and that all officials were connected to him, so he would not allow himself to be challenged."

The history teacher, holding the chalk, continued, "Although he had many enemies, he still recorded his own words verbatim. Does anyone know why?"

"Because he believed that no one could defeat him."

Peter suddenly spoke up and replied to the history teacher.

“Excellent, Peter, a perfect answer!”

The history teacher was taken aback for a moment, then praised Peter.

Peter gave a casual reply, and then his phone vibrated slightly in his pocket.

"Peter, you saved the day perfectly, you eased my embarrassment."

The text message was sent to him by Gwen.

He glanced at Gwen, who was standing not far away with her head down, and replied, "Have you been practicing with the band a lot lately?"

"Although I would say I enjoy it, it is indeed very boring, I mean, if I'm alone."

Peter really wanted to ask her, "Aren't Gloria and Betty in the band too?"

Gwen asked him, "I'm going to Hardy's concert this Sunday. It's not a big one, but it's his first time performing. Will you be there?"

"Of course, barring any unforeseen circumstances."

Gwen quickly replied, "If you put it that way, I'm starting to worry that something might go wrong."

Gwen quickly composed herself and asked Peter again, "What were you busy with yesterday, Peter?"

"It's a bit complicated."

"what?"

"I saw a ghost, would you believe me?"

Chapter 142 I'll Call Myself Ghost Spider

Gwen was still agonizing over this matter when school ended.

She said to Peter, "Actually, I've been thinking about something."

"what?"

Peter looked at Gwen, who seemed rather excited, wondering what distant edge of the universe she had wandered off to this time.

"I want to change my name to distinguish myself from you. Of course, I'm not saying that Spider Woman is a bad name. Maybe I can choose a cooler one."

Gwen, with her hands in her pockets and a hood over her head, walked into the subway with Peter.

Although the weather was a bit cold due to the approaching Christmas, Gwen was clearly not the type to be affected by the cold.

She simply liked the outfit.

She also has many autographed shoes from rock stars at home, and she will wear them in turn when she goes out if she is in a good mood.

"For example, Ghost Spider, how about that name? It distinguishes it from your Spider-Man name."

Gwen, holding onto the subway handrail, asked Peter in a good mood.

Peter said seriously, "Hmm, I think it's good. Maybe Spider Gwen would be better, but that would reveal your identity. Perhaps one day when everyone knows your identity, you can use this name."

Gwen said somewhat dejectedly, "Spider Gwen, this is not a good idea. If I reveal my identity, I will be arrested and imprisoned."

Peter asked Gwen, puzzled, "Why do you want to go to jail?"

"Because my dad wants to catch the Spider Woman, and he's the leader of the crime squad. Even if he knows who the Spider Woman is now, he should be called the Ghost Spider. I mean, even if he knows my identity, he might still choose to catch me."

Gwen seemed troubled by her relationship with her father, telling Peter, "He's a cop, he'll do that."

Peter disagreed with Gwen's view, saying, "He is also a father."

Gwen reached out her hand, which was gripping the handrail, toward Peter's arm. "I don't know, so I'm afraid of the moment he finds out the truth. If possible, I hope that day never comes."

There was a hint of helplessness in Gwen's eyes.

“Peter, you are the only one who knows who I am. If one day I am misunderstood by the world, even by my father, you will be the one to help me.”

She looked up, her deep blue eyes fixed on Peter.

Will you come with me to escape this world?

"get away?"

Peter hadn't expected Gwen to use that word.

He looked directly into Gwen's eyes and slowly nodded. "Yes."

Gwen suddenly felt a surge of strength within her. She exhaled softly and took Peter's arm.

Very good, now I have the last barrier.

Gwen said to herself.

into the night.

Peter visited the home of the mischievous Reed.

Besides sending him research funds, the other thing was to see how far his research on the time machine had progressed.

"I call it an ultra-long-range monitoring system."

Reed boasted to Peter about a surveillance system he had just invented.

"High-precision recording technology, using a remote camera as a monitoring device, is not only motion-sensitive but also sound-sensitive, and it is convenient and compact, suitable for placement in high-rise buildings or basements, and can also be set with a combination lock."

As Reed spoke, he held a gem wasp in his hand.

Upon seeing this, Peter asked him with slight surprise, "Aren't you allergic to bees?"

Reed held the bee in his palm. "This is an idea I got after I was stung last time. By installing a remote monitoring system on the wasps, I can monitor them without being detected."

Looking at the gem wasp surveillance device the other party had invented, Peter couldn't help but ask, "Whose house are you planning to break into? Is it some girl's house to spy on her?"

Reed blushed slightly when Peter suspected him of being a voyeur.

He then tried his best to defend himself, saying, "I didn't intend to spy. I just wanted to make things convenient for myself. For example, I could send them to listen to lectures by theoretical physics professors and then send the videos back, so I could learn while playing."

"Ah."

Peter nodded; the explanation seemed reasonable, but he didn't believe it.

If I had such a thing when I was a child, my first instinct would definitely be to satisfy my curiosity.

Watching the gem wasp in Reed's hand slowly fly up and circle in the air, Peter thought it would be quite useful for surveillance.

He said to Reed, "Send me a few of these gem hornets."