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

My appearance wasn't very good. I don't know why, maybe I did something wrong at the table, like I spilled ketchup or maybe I broke a plate of jam, because my clothes were covered in red stains.

Okay, I can't lie to myself, it's blood.

Opposite him, behind a pile of dead wood, stood a huge monster with grayish-yellow skin, large yellowish-green eyes, and ears that didn't look like ears at all, but rather like a large lizard that had just been born.

The monster pointed its thick-scaled, nail-covered fingers in their direction, while everyone craned their necks to look up at it...

In the monster's hand, he held a Spider-Man's head.

Is that Spider-Man?

I think he's more like a mutated spider monster, like Frank from the Midtown High School incident.

Chapter 144 Will Spider-Man form a group to debut?

"Forget it."

Gwen whispered something, and when she heard her own voice, she trembled.

She decided to go into the kitchen and make breakfast, as usual, a breakfast for a single girl, high in cholesterol, two sandwiches with fried eggs and a slice of onion in each.

She had a faint smell about her, perhaps from sweat sticking to her clothes.

However, she wants to take a shower later.

Looking out, Gwen saw the blue car parked in the driveway, covered in dew, which meant it had been there for some time.

She went into the kitchen, took out a frying pan, put it on the stove, and took a few eggs from the refrigerator. The kitchen was well-lit and the air was fresh, creating a very comfortable feeling.

"You're very proactive today, Gwen."

George came downstairs and was surprised to see his daughter cooking.

“I’ve always been good at cooking, Dad, but I feel that time shouldn’t be wasted on cooking. I always feel that I have more important things to do.”

"for example?"

George raised an eyebrow and asked her.

"For example, maintaining world peace, well, that's too far-fetched, or rather, the security of cities."

Gwen put down the kitchen utensils and said to her father, "If it's still far away, then it's something with a bit of responsibility."

"Whether it's protecting the city's safety or something that carries a sense of responsibility, it's something the police should do."

George made himself a cup of coffee and glanced at the blue car outside.

Two people climbed into the unfamiliar car.

Gwen noticed what was happening outside, and her brows furrowed.

But she still pretended to be nonchalant and asked her father, "Dad, what's the progress of your crime squad's investigation into Spider-Man and Spider-Woman? How far are we from catching them?"

"I don't know. Right now, the police are focusing their efforts on Hell's Kitchen, which is not a peaceful place."

After thinking for a moment, Gwen said, "I remember that guy's name was Kingpin, right?"

"Yes, the other party was also involved in a recent murder case."

George took a sip of the slightly bitter coffee, which cheered him up a bit. He said to Gwen, "Ever since I put Matt Murdoch in jail, he's been looking for revenge."

Gwen asked her father, "Is he a mutant?"

"No, he's just an ordinary person, but we can't treat him like one. Kingpin has specially made armor to protect himself. He's not a mutant and doesn't have a body of steel, but that doesn't mean he'll let himself become vulnerable. Underneath his usual suit, he always wears a Kevlar suit, so ordinary attacks and bullets can't hurt him."

George briefly explained to his daughter how difficult this gangster was.

"He is the biggest cancer in Hell's Kitchen!"

Gwen listened quietly to her father without saying a word.

But in her heart, she had already memorized this guy's name.

Since he wants to harm my father, then I will find out his crimes and put him in jail.

Even if he were wearing invulnerable armor, I could definitely take him down.

Her serious gaze fell upon the little blue car outside.

"The weekend is the date of your first public performance, right?"

George suddenly asked Gwen about the band's performance.

Gwen paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes, Miss Hardy invited our band. I've been busy with rehearsals."

“I will make time to watch it. You have always been the daughter I am so proud of, Gwen.”

George patted Gwen's hair with satisfaction. "I hope I can see a great performance from you this time."

"Thanks, Dad."

Gwen's terrible mood caused by the nightmare eased a lot.

"You might become an outstanding musician someday."

George talked about the careers his daughter might pursue in the future.

"Well, that's hard to say. Actually, I've found that I don't have many thoughts about becoming a musician."

Gwen placed the already prepared fried eggs on a plate and brought it to her father.

Have a pleasant breakfast!

"Oh!"

Gwen shoots out spider silk, skimming over the skyscrapers of the city.

The wind howled through the city, brushing past her ears.

Gwen, transformed into Spider Woman, landed on a lamppost by the roadside, watching the blue car speeding down the highway.

They continued to follow George Stacy's car at their own pace, slowly keeping up.

The two of them didn't seem worried at all about being discovered.

After Gwen identified her target, she shot out a web with a "whoosh" and swung herself away from the lamppost.

Its lithe body, like a white spider leaping into the air, precisely pounces on its prey.

With a dull thud, a sound came from the top of the blue car that startled the two people inside.

"what sound?"

The white man driving the car immediately looked up.

He thought something heavy had fallen on top of the car.

Before he could even think about what it was, Gwen appeared outside the car door on his left.

Gwen, who was stuck to the car, waved to him and said, "Hey, good morning!"

"Walter fucking f**k!"

Startled, the driver swore and immediately slammed on the brakes.

Meanwhile, the guy in the passenger seat reacted quickly and pulled out a pistol from his waist.

Gwen naturally wouldn't give him that chance.

The spider silk wrapped around the man's hand as he was about to draw his gun, and then, the instant the car stopped, it pulled the guy out of the driver's seat and punched him in the face without hesitation.

"Whose people are you?"

After making the other party behave, Gwen questioned their identities.

Once it was confirmed that these two men were sent by Kingpin to spy on her father, Gwen's anger flared up instantly.

at the same time.

Peter is testing Reed's "thought projector" at home.

In his room, the Wendigo ghost he had seen the night before occupied most of the room, blinking and panting as it looked at him.

As his thoughts shifted, the Wendigo ghost instantly transformed into a spaceship.

His room was transformed from an ordinary study into the interior of a sci-fi spaceship.

Outside the deep room, there was no longer bright sunlight, but the pitch-black, deserted depths of space.

This projection technology might even surpass Mysterio's, right?!

Peter sensed the atmosphere around him and thought to himself.

I now have the potential to become a mystery shopper.

"Peter?"

Aunt Mei's voice came from downstairs.

Peter's mind changed, and the image of the spaceship in front of him vanished instantly.

After going downstairs, Aunt Mei put the breakfast on the table.

"I'm attending a funeral today."

Uncle Ben said to Peter, “You might know him, your Uncle Steve.”

"I don't remember. I only know one named Steve, Captain America."

Peter said to Uncle Ben.

"Okay, you may have forgotten, although I don't believe in these things, I have some premonitions. The first funeral I attended seems to have set the tone for this year, which is not going to be a good year at all."

Uncle Ben said to the two men, “Steve’s two relatives back home have been imprisoned for political reasons. I was struck by the tears that flowed from this kind Indian man’s eyes.”

The guy Uncle Ben is talking about seems to be Indian.

"His mother underwent Rx atrial resection surgery, and this strong man was not very optimistic about the control of his mother's condition. He said his mother might not be able to hold on to the club's celebration for the next five years. Unexpectedly, he was the one who couldn't hold on first."

Aunt May brought out the pancakes and said to Uncle Ben, “I’ve attended four funerals since Pascoe died: my sister’s husband’s funeral, who died in a car accident; a cousin’s funeral, who was electrocuted while betting on climbing a telephone pole; my neighbor Claire’s funeral; and of course, the funeral of my neighbor’s youngest son who died in a car accident.”

Peter expressed his regret over Aunt May's bad luck this year.

He turned on the TV and saw that it was reporting on Gwen.

Peter frowned when he saw Gwen chasing a car on TV.