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

Peter ended his meeting with Helen and returned home.

Gwen was cooking with Aunt May.

Her cooking skills are actually quite good, especially her Chinese dishes, which she has learned from recipes to be quite proficient.

In order to make herself like the lady of the house.

Or rather, the future mistress of the house.

She wanted to learn from Aunt May how to make Peter's favorite foods.

After Aunt May had been busy in the kitchen for a while, Gwen came out with a long face and said to Peter:

"I'm craving a sip of Cure Soda now, so that the chemically-laden juice can soothe my dry tongue."

Peter looked outside: "There are vending machines in the supermarket not far away."

"But there was a MeloYeLe vending machine there, which was a very expensive Mountain Dew soda, not Genzhi soda."

Gwen said somewhat dejectedly, "I always have a hard time getting the heat right. Chinese food is better. Cold dishes only need to be stirred or boiled in water. I always make mistakes when baking cookies."

Just as Peter was about to explain to her the greatness of Chinese cuisine, Aunt May finished her phone call and went into the kitchen.

Gwen had no choice but to go inside and continue learning how to make cookies from Aunt May.

Meanwhile, news came from the gem wasps that Peter was monitoring.

One of the wasps monitoring Tony Stark transmitted images to him.

Tony Stark is currently planning to recruit superhumans into the mine tunnels.

Therefore, he was one of the people he kept under close surveillance.

In the pitch-black night, a car, matte black, blends seamlessly into the darkness.

Then, with a whoosh, the headlights turned on, shining directly on Tony's face.

Tony, who was just coming out of the hotel, frowned as he looked at the car.

He shielded his eyes from the glaring light, unable to see who was sitting in the driver's and passenger's seats, but he suddenly felt that they were there, waiting for him.

He seemed to have made a big mistake by not having his bodyguards come with him.

The car's engine was still running when the front door was opened.

Two burly men climbed out of the car, unhurried, each holding a pistol.

Tony cursed under his breath, knowing that the other party was coming for him.

He was planning his escape route—to the parking lot behind the street, or the block to his right.

Alternatively, you can run into the hotel, where there are hotel security personnel, and your bodyguards will arrive quickly.

But as he turned to carry out his plan... a stranger blocked his way.

The other person was standing at the door carrying a suitcase.

The two looked at each other.

He suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Then he seemed to hear a crack in his own mind.

Sure enough, the other person shoved him hard and then slammed the hotel door shut.

He was left alone outside the door, facing two assassins with pistols.

"Damn it! You damn bastard!"

He cursed the stranger, every drop of his blood seeming to roar in fury.

He pounded on the door, while two gunmen calmly approached him from behind.

An unstoppable and inescapable force approached him.

"asshole!"

Tony Stark saw the gunman approaching and turned to run.

But the other party had already caught up with him.

With nowhere left to retreat, Tony thought to himself: I can handle him. Look at him, he looks like an anal plug, I can definitely deal with him.

He gave a low shout and swung his fist at the other man, but the gunman leaned back and he missed.

Then, with a loud bang, Tony saw a flash before his eyes as the other man raised his gun and swung it at him. The barrel slammed into Tony's face, and the sights grazed his cheek.

Tony Stark accidentally stepped into a small hole in the ground with his heel. He stumbled, lost his balance, and fell backward, his tailbone slamming hard against the asphalt.

Before he could figure out what was happening, the gun barrel was already pressed against his face, right where the front sight had just grazed his skin.

The muzzle was ice-cold, and when the other person pressed it hard, it would sting.

"do not move!"

Chapter 161 Tony's Arrogance!

"Shhh."

The gunman stopped Tony Stark from speaking.

"What do you want? Money? Maybe I can give you some, enough to guarantee you'll never have to worry about anything for the rest of your life."

Tony continued, unwilling to give up.

The gunman who had subdued Tony shook his head. "Don't even think about begging me for mercy. I can assure you, I don't have that thing. Now, slowly stand up."

He reached into his pocket with his other hand and pulled out a metal wire: a cable tie.

"You'd better come with me to the car and get in, then we—"

"Bang! Bang!"

Two gunshots rang out from behind the hotel.

Startled, Tony realized he was still alive because he could still hear his own thunderous heartbeat.

When the gunshot rang out, the tall and strong gunman also felt a chill, but it was not so much that he flinched.

He first frowned slightly, then turned his head to look to the side, his eyes like those of an eagle that had spotted a mouse.

It seems his bodyguard was exchanging fire with another gunman.

The timing is perfect!

Tony quickly reached into his bag and pulled out a dagger.

He has been carrying a weapon ever since the attack at the airport.

I wanted to carry a handgun, but that thing is really inconvenient.

So I had to settle for carrying a dagger instead.

With a deft flick of his wrist, the blade extended.

Then Thomas Stark plunged a knife into the man's thigh.

A gunshot rang out, but Tony's head was no longer under the gun barrel.

Using his extensive experience as an amateur boxer, he forcefully struck the hand holding the gun.

The gun fired again.

He heard bullets whizzing past his ears and hitting the ground not far from his head.

But that was irrelevant, because the pistol had also been thrown from the other man's hand and landed ten feet away in the parking lot.

Tony didn't dare to delay for a moment, he got up and ran.

His survival instinct drove him to fight with all his might.

Fuck!

As he ran, he felt a surge of anxiety, thinking, "I should have gotten that envisioned suit of armor ready in time."

Otherwise, all my possessions and the rest of my life would be lost here.

Turn around and go back—two more gunshots rang out.

The gunman had already picked up the pistol.

Tony Stark felt a bullet graz his scalp.

"boom!"

Another shot!

As he bent down and ran behind a car, a bullet struck an oak tree next to him, sending up a spray of debris.

"Phone! Phone!"

Tony Stark muttered to himself, reaching for his phone to call for help.

But then he discovered that his phone had been lost during the escape.

"Shet!"

He cursed under his breath and could only hide behind the car.

In the distance, shadows were everywhere, and the dense foliage blocked the moonlight.

As darkness fell, Tony sprinted across the other side of the street.

The crowded and chaotic neighborhood was a good place for him to hide his figure.

As he fled into the alley, he was struck hard on the face.

Suddenly, the world spun around him, and he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

The surroundings were plunged into complete darkness.

Tony Stark suddenly opened his eyes.

It was still pitch black around him. He touched his head, and his hands were immediately covered in blood.

With the help of the dim moonlight, he saw a blurry outline above his head.