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

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The woman seemed to finally come to her senses and reached for the car door, wanting to get out.

Kingpin, who still retained a sliver of reason, tried to stand up, but then saw a figure suddenly standing in front of him.

Peter looked at Kingpin, who had been hit by two cars in succession, and didn't know whether to say he was lucky or unlucky.

He might have been saved after being hit by a truck, but after being struck by a speeding car, he's now beyond saving.

Seeing the former underworld boss with blood gushing from the corner of his mouth, Peter checked on him and then turned to leave.

Watching Peter leave, blood trickled from Kingpin's lips as a void of black consciousness assaulted his mind, until finally he was completely engulfed by darkness.

The next day, early in the morning.

Peter flipped through the Daily Bugle.

The newspaper's headline reported Kingpin's death in a traffic accident.

This kingpin of the New York underworld wielded considerable influence in New York.

Many people in the political and business circles expressed their condolences for his unexpected death.

Gwen also noticed the news.

She originally planned to hand over the evidence she found about Kingpin's crimes to reporters or the police so that Kingpin could be brought to justice.

She was shocked to hear the news of Kingpin's death.

"What, are you surprised, Gwen?"

The two were in Peter's room, and Gwen was trying to calm herself down after waking up.

She was stunned when she suddenly saw the news of Kingpin's death in a traffic accident.

I had no intention of killing him last night, so why did he suddenly get into a traffic accident?

What exactly happened after I left last night?

"No, no, I just didn't expect it, it was so sudden."

Gwen didn't know how to tell Peter.

Did he say he fought Kingpin last night?

But it was something I did in secret, and I originally intended to keep it from Peter.

"He should be punished by law."

Gwen suddenly realized that this might be the other party's way of evading legal punishment.

She looked at Kingpin's criminal records last night; they were enough to put him in jail for life.

Perhaps this is a way for the other party to escape.

Gwen thought that perhaps King hadn't really died, and that this might be a way for him to fake his death.

“The law will not punish a villain like him.”

Peter put down the newspaper. "After all, he has a lot of people in the courts and the police station. If you want to bring him down, it's best to bypass them and let public opinion judge him."

He looked at Gwen's somewhat dejected face and said, "But none of that is needed anymore. God will judge him."

And I was responsible for sending him to meet God.

Peter added in his mind.

Gwen sat down, looked at the sunlight outside the window, and felt a little better.

Whether Kingpin faked his death or actually died, it indicates that his influence in New York is about to disappear.

This is a good thing.

noon.

Peter invited his neighbor Helen out.

Gwen was unaware that Ms. Helen was her neighbor; she was currently busy with her English thesis.

I even forgot about the paper assignment my English teacher gave me because of my participation in the Black Cat concert.

"Long... Long Beach Island?"

Peter looked at Helen, who was dressed in a mature woman's style, with surprise and asked her, "Why did you choose to meet here?"

"Where would you like to go, and how long would it take? If time allows, I don't mind."

Helen wore a sun hat and sunglasses, and her long, slender legs were visible beneath her shorts.

Peter looked out at the distant beach outside the café and said to Helen, “From Forest Hills in Queens, go east all the way to Garden Expressway, then north all the way to Highway 72, and then east along Highway 72 to reach Boracay.”

Peter paused for a moment before continuing, "It's at least a 45-minute drive, and you don't mind wasting time on the road."

Helen smiled and pulled a pack of Regina Miracle cigarettes from her pocket.

"Believe me, time is the cheapest thing when you live long enough."

"You smoke?"

Peter frowned and asked her.

Helen lit a cigarette and said to Peter, "Cigarettes mean a lot to me. Do you know how I fantasize about my own death?"

Before Peter could answer, she said:

"When I'm old, I'll be skin and bones, shivering as I walk down the porch and onto the driveway, with light snow falling and the cold wind swirling up clumps of snowflakes."

She spoke calmly.

"I went to the mailbox, took the letter, but when I turned around, I stepped on a patch of ice about the size of my foot. My foot slipped, I lost my balance, and my head hit the mailbox. Several hours passed, it got dark, and snowflakes covered my face, but I was still alive."

"After fumbling in his robe for a while, he pulled out a slender women's cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it. This was the last thing he would do before succumbing to the cold and then facing death."

She then shook her head. "Snow and smoke, doesn't it sound romantic? But unfortunately, aging and death seem to be incredibly distant things to me."

She stubbed out her cigarette and asked Peter, "You killed Kingpin last night, didn't you?"

Seeing that she got to the point so quickly, Peter turned his attention to her.

"No, he was killed by his own fear."

“That was the fear you unleashed upon him. I know Kingpin; he’s a cruel but determined man.”

Helen knew that Peter had many methods she was unaware of.

For example, the last time I was in a coffee shop, I sent myself to hell.

If you don't discover the other party's flaws, you may also fall into their trap.

Peter said to her seriously, "Kingpin is dead. I want to take over his forces, but it's not convenient for me to do so directly. Can you help me?"

Although Kingpin is dead, his Fisker Group has not disappeared.

Money, connections, and especially those with superpowers—these resources and powers, if they could be put to his use.

Therefore, when confronting the so-called heir families in parallel universes, one will have more leverage.

"I?"

Helen looked at Peter in surprise, "Are you sure you didn't say something wrong?"

Even if she sees her future self seemingly having a close relationship with Peter, it doesn't mean she's already on his ship now.

"Shouldn't you go talk to your Gwen about this? She's even living in your house."

Helen feigned surprise, "I thought you two would be very close, but it seems you don't trust her."

Peter picked up his juice. "This isn't about trust, it's about positioning. Can you imagine Gwen becoming a mob boss?"

As he spoke, he handed her a bank card.

“There are five million here. I think you should be able to integrate his resources, after all, you used to be a high-ranking member of the Hand.”

Helen was slightly taken aback when she saw Peter give her such a large sum of money.

She looked up at Peter and asked, "Do you trust me that much?"

"Do I still have a choice?"

Peter stated that the relationship between the two had become so intertwined, especially after the Queen's birth, that they were now in the same boat.

“You’re right, our relationship is very complicated. I am the Queen’s mother, and you are her father. That cannot be denied.”

Helen put away the bank card and said to Peter, "I will get the Fisker Group for you. Although this money is just a drop in the bucket, consider it a gift from me to you and the Queen."

It suddenly occurred to her.

It seems the money in this credit card was earned by this guy from buying lottery tickets.

Moreover, I was the one who helped him operate it at the time.

Suddenly, the emotion I felt lessened.

"correct."

Peter took out a piece of paper and handed it to Helen.

"I need to buy some things, some of which are contraband. Can you get them?"

He handed Reed the list of materials he needed to buy.

There were some things he couldn't buy on the black market, so he had to ask Helen for help.

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Looking at the items on the list, Helen suddenly realized that she had been moved for nothing.

That's all.