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

Peter pondered for a moment, then asked, "How many Spider-Men have they killed so far?"

Lady Spider seems to know a lot about the Heirs' family.

She said to the two of them, "What I know is that when the Heirs' family learned that the god of the spider totem existed in the 'Master Weaver,' the family leader, Soros, led the family and captured the spider god, the Master Weaver."

Lady Spider reveals the secrets of the Heirs' family.

"and after?"

Gwen continued to ask.

"Later, when the Heirs' family realized the power possessed by the Weaver, he decided to spare the creature's life so that it could serve the Heirs."

"Now they are using the abilities of the weaving masters to travel between different dimensions and search for and hunt all the spider totem incarnations in the multiverse."

Gwen felt a chill run down her spine upon hearing this.

No wonder I saw terrifying scenes in my dreams.

Countless Spider-Man corpses were piled up like a mountain and displayed in front of him.

Those Spider-Men who were hunted down were Spider-Men from different dimensions who were hunted down by their successors.

Will Peter and I also encounter these things?!

"Before they began hunting down Spider-Men in the main universe, the Heirs had already killed countless Spider-Men in the multiverse, and their goal is to kill all Spider-Man-related superheroes in the multiverse."

Upon hearing this, Peter suddenly remembered that in his dream, the other person had mentioned the name of the weaving master.

I wonder if Reed's time machine is finished yet. It seems that those people are about to find their own universe.

Just then, a "click" sound suddenly rang out from outside the room.

It seemed like someone was walking on the floor.

Chapter 188 Wolverine, the Encounter at the Bar!

Peter pushed open the door and stood in the hallway.

The strange noises coming from the stairwell immediately disappeared.

Peter frowned and looked around.

Gwen also heard the strange noises coming from outside. She walked over to Peter and asked, "Who was it, Peter?"

Before Peter could answer, suddenly a shadow appeared from the darkness and attacked him.

The other party seemed to have suddenly appeared from the deep darkness.

As if a shadow had been born from the darkness, it suddenly launched an attack on Peter.

With superhuman reflexes, Peter reacted instantly, turned around, twisted his waist, and his alien claws struck the shadowy figure.

Just as Peter was about to make contact with the other party, the dark figure suddenly disappeared into the air.

Peter's attack missed its mark.

Gwen, standing behind him, watched everything unfold and was utterly dumbfounded.

what is this? !!

Why did it suddenly disappear?

"He's a mutant. His ability is to hide his body in the shadows to launch surprise attacks or conceal himself."

The Spider Lady's voice came from inside the room, "He's the mutant sent to kill me."

She revealed that one of the reasons she sent the two men there was that she hoped Peter and Gwen could help her stop the mutant assassination attempt.

Sensing the subtle fluctuations in the air, Peter looked around with a serious expression.

He could vaguely sense that the other party had already escaped from here.

After telling Gwen to wait there, Peter chased after her outside.

Although she already knew that Lady Spider was using her and Gwen to protect her.

But now he's starting to take an interest in mutants who can hide themselves in the shadows.

Two minutes later, Peter stood in the alley, looking around.

Loud music was coming from the back door of the nightclub.

This is a dark alley, with only dark shadows and the hazy neon lights shining in from the street entrance.

Peter, covered in a black exoskeleton, emerged from the long shadows.

He was alone, without Gwen by his side.

"Crack!"

Peter stepped onto the metal steps leading to the back door of the nightclub.

His eyes shifted almost imperceptibly.

Behind him, a guy with skin as black as obsidian emerged from the shadows behind the dumpster.

The figure wore a black vest, and the dark shadows almost completely enveloped his body.

The door at the top of the steps opened a crack, but that was all.

The dark figure followed silently.

He had already stepped onto the steps, lifting one foot at a time, approaching Peter with extreme caution.

Peter pretended not to notice and continued walking forward.

Peter was already prepared when the mutants finally emerged from the shadows and made their move.

The shadowy figure pulled out a curved knife from somewhere and swung it at Peter's head.

However, his strike missed its mark, because Peter nimbly turned around and leaned against the railing beside him.

A flash of cold light appeared, and Peter's alien-like claws instantly materialized.

The shadowy figure moved even faster, wielding his scimitar with the unrestrained freedom of a painter wielding a paintbrush.

Peter moved with lightning speed, his elbow striking the shadowy figure's wrist in an instant. The scimitar landed on the metal steps and clattered off the steps.

The back door of the nightclub creaked open, and a deafening roar of music poured out.

With a blank expression, Peter grabbed the other man by the neck with one hand and slammed him against the wall with a "thud".

At the same time, his shoulder was slashed open by Peter's claws, and blood splattered all over the walls and steps.

The mutant screamed in agony.

"What's your name, mutant?"

Peter asked the other person with a cold face.

"Shadow Shadow!"

The dark-skinned mutant stammered, his expression filled with pain.

He never imagined that his mission to kill an immobile old woman would lead to an encounter with Spider-Man.

Meanwhile, a battle is taking place inside the bar.

One of the combatants was also a mutant.

A tall, white man with a full beard, wearing a T-shirt and a leather jacket, walked towards the restroom.

As I passed a group of bikers playing pool, my butt bumped into one of their cue sticks.

The fat biker who potted the cue ball into the bottom pocket turned and glared at him.

If he were outdoors, his body could probably block out the sun.

The bearded man seemed completely unconcerned and continued walking forward, while the fat man looked furious and was about to explode.

A fly, having just feasted on leftover cheese fries, was happily flying between the two men when the fat man's menacing aura terrified it, and it quickly flapped its wings and fled to the side.

“Damn it,” the fat man cursed at him, “you fucking made me break the rules.”

The bearded man turned around, his strong body facing the fat man, looking like he was not someone to be trifled with.

"Then let's play it again."

"Shall we play it again?"

The fat man roared, "Fuck me! Fuck me again!"

Just like the suggestion the bearded man just made wasn't to let him play ball, but to let him disrespect his mother.

"Don't you fucking know the rules?"

Another guy with dyed white hair silently moved behind the bearded man.

"I think your two friends would be happy to let you take another shot."

The bearded man continued.

The white-haired man shook his head and said, "My friends are all people who follow the rules."

Seeing that the other party was not giving in, the bearded man shrugged and said disdainfully, "Fine, then screw your rules."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bikers sped off.

The fat man moved much more nimbly than many onlookers in the bar had expected.

He threw a punch at the bearded man's body, hitting him in the chest with a "thud".

Then another white-haired biker seized the opportunity to swing his cue stick across his throat.

I'm going to beat you so badly you'll be crawling on the floor!

The fat man roared, preparing to attack the bearded man again.

As it turned out, the opponent's strength was unbelievable, and he broke free from the white-haired man's control in an instant.

He grabbed the white-haired man's clothes and threw him away.

With a loud thud, the white-haired man's body crashed heavily to the ground.

Then the bearded man broke the pool cue with one hand, grabbed the fat man by the neck, and slammed him onto the pool table.