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

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The bespectacled reporter paused for two seconds before finally realizing that Tony was insulting him.

Reporters who feel insulted should stand up and "battle" this shameless bastard.

The reporters below immediately started jeering, and the whole scene became chaotic.

Tony wanted to say something more, but Obadiah took the microphone from him.

Obadiah said into the microphone, "Sorry, that's all for now. We will release the information on our official website later."

A few minutes later, backstage.

After dealing with the reporters, Obama walked over to Tony's side.

"You should calm down, Tony."

"I remained calm throughout. How to respond to reporters' provocations is my forte. This is by no means anything like being irrational or excessive."

Tony operated the tablet with his hands and spoke to Obadiah.

"Okay, let's get back to our main business. Why are you insisting on forming a new expedition team, and why do you want superheroes?"

Tony didn't speak; he looked at a photograph on the mural.

The spine of the vampire-like creature in the photo is six feet long, three and a half feet wide at its widest point in the middle, and one foot narrow at its narrowest points at both ends.

Between the ridges are membranous wings of the same color, which are in a closed state. The wing bones are tubular or glandular, light gray, and have small holes at the wingtips.

This vampire looks different from the ones in the legends.

Could they be vampires from ancient times?!

Perhaps I can ask the Vampire Princess again.

He's currently trying to recruit the vampire princess into his team.

Entering that treacherous tunnel requires extraordinary protection.

So he came up with this idea.

Tony was about to say something to Obadiah when his phone suddenly rang.

His men reported to him that something had happened on the other side of the tunnel.

Chapter 148 The Radiant Black Cat

When Tony Stark arrived at the State Park Mining Tunnel, he was met with a scene of utter devastation.

The security personnel who were originally assigned to guard the tunnel entrance have all disappeared.

There was a lot of blood on the ground, and the place was severely damaged.

"So, can someone tell me what exactly happened here?"

Tony asked the people from Warren Mining Company.

Danfoss, president of Warren Mining, stood next to Tony and hung up his cell phone, which was on a call.

"Our people are missing."

Danfoss was calmer than Tony had imagined.

He told Tony, "Now let's assume the worst: that these security personnel met with misfortune."

As he spoke, he glanced at the sealed-off tunnel entrance.

"I don't know."

Tony took off his sunglasses and asked him in a dissatisfied tone, "You've deployed a lot of security personnel here, even mercenaries, and after something like this happens, you're telling me you don't know what happened here?"

"It's regrettable to say this, but that's the truth."

Danfoss shrugged and said to Tony, "All the surveillance systems we've set up here are malfunctioning. Our ears and eyes are shut down, so naturally we can't get any useful information."

"Is the surveillance system malfunctioning?"

Upon hearing this, Tony's expression turned serious.

"Does this mean that another force has its eyes on this place?"

He looked around at his surroundings, and doubts rose in his heart.

Who else noticed this place?

"Of course not me."

When questioned by Peter, Helen vehemently denied that she had killed the people at the tunnel entrance.

Peter immediately realized something was wrong after discovering that his gem wasp monitor had malfunctioned near the entrance to the copper mine tunnel.

When he arrived at the scene, he found that he was too late.

The area around the tunnel entrance reeked of blood; clearly, the people there had gone to meet their maker prematurely.

So he called Helen to confirm if she was the one who killed these people.

"It wasn't me. After all, we're a team now. Although I disagree with many of your actions, I'll let you know before I take any action."

Helen said to Peter, "The only people associated with vampires are those few: the vampire princesses, or the mysterious group of vampires who have already ruled the New York underworld. Perhaps you could ask them."

After ending the call with Helen, he put down his phone.

Peter's phone vibrated again soon. He looked down and saw that it was Gwen calling him.

"Hi, Gwen."

"Hi, Peter."

Gwen sounded to be in a good mood, and she asked Peter, "Where are you?"

"I'm at home, what's wrong?"

"I want to go out for a coffee or a root drink. Tomorrow is the day the band is performing, and I want to relax."

Gwen invited him out to relax.

Peter thought for a moment and then nodded in agreement, "Of course, where are you?"

The next day.

The Metropolitan Theatre in New York.

Gwen stood backstage and glanced at the audience.

"To be honest, I felt a little dizzy, as if I had come to a street full of people and all the cars around me were blocking me in the middle."

Gwen exhaled and said to Gloria.

As the audience gradually entered the theater, it began to get noisy.

Glory is currently staring at a poster.

In the poster, Felicia Hardy is wearing a rock-style yellow mini-skirt and sunglasses, sitting sideways on a chair, revealing half of her image.

Several black pet cats, dressed in punk-style clothes, sat around her next to the chair.

At the top of the poster is the text, “Felicea Hardy and her secret.”

"This poster is good. Could it be that Felicia has revealed her true colors? Is her secret that she is actually a glutton and wants to devour the entire art world?"

Glory complained to Gwen, "Wait a minute. What did you just say, Gwen?"

"I said I was a little nervous just now."

Gwen said to her best friend, speechless, "Aren't you nervous?"

"Maybe I'm just born for big occasions."

"Also, Gwen, don't be nervous. We're just there for decoration. Everyone here is here to see Felicia."

Gwen took a deep breath and looked down at her white stage costume.

She asked Glory, "You don't like Felicia Hardy, do you?"

"No, of course not."

Glory immediately denied the claim.

Betty, standing next to him, added, "Gloria used to say that Felicia was always a brainless, terrible singer whose voice sounded like the devil farting to himself."

Gloria looked defeated. "Okay, I did say that, but she's also one of those people we can't deny—a winner."

As she spoke, she glanced up at Betty's head.

Betty wore a cartoon-style hat, which she felt didn't quite fit the rock theme of the night.

Turning his attention away from Betty's hat, Glory coughed and said, "I don't care why we're here tonight. All I know is that Felicia has given us an opportunity, and we're going to make the most of it."

the other side.

Black Cat stood in his VIP box, looking towards the audience.

A black cat wearing a pale purple wig twirled the binoculars in its hand.

She tried to find Peter inside, but couldn't find him after searching around.

"Well, now might not be a good time to get in."

The black cat uttered a string of French words and then put away its binoculars.

She had assumed Peter would show up, but when she didn't see him, she felt a little disappointed.

"I even prepared an encore segment, but I don't know if it will be needed."

Composing herself, she walked towards Gwen and the others backstage.

Gwen, who was getting ready to go on stage, kept glancing at her phone.

She just called Peter.

She was getting anxious because Peter hadn't arrived at the audience seats yet.