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

"Who the hell are you?"

The leader of the thugs looked at Gwen, who suddenly jumped down from above, and asked in surprise.

"You can call me Spider-Woman, or Ghost Spider, whichever you prefer."

Gwen spread her hands and said.

"Spider-Woman?"

The three thugs exchanged glances, then asked Gwen, "What do you want?"

“I think you should be in prison, not here.”

Gwen took a step closer to the three thugs. "So why don't you put down your gun and walk away?"

"You're looking for death!"

The three thugs immediately raised their pistols and pointed them at Gwen.

"Alright, it seems you don't want to."

Gwen suddenly shot out a spider web from her wrist, which wrapped around a thug's pistol.

The sticky spider silk immediately entangled the opponent's pistol, and then Gwen pulled it forward sharply.

With a "whoosh," Gwen pulled the opponent's pistol back and flicked her wrist to shoot out spider silk again.

Two strands of spider silk struck the faces of the other two men with pinpoint accuracy.

The two thugs, their faces covered in spider silk, groaned in pain. Forgetting about firing their guns, they desperately tore the spider silk off their faces with their hands.

Gwen naturally wouldn't give her opponent a chance, jumping in front of him and throwing two punches, slamming him heavily against the wall.

Then it shoots out spider silk to stick the two unfortunate guys to the wall.

The guy whose gun was taken by Gwen using spider silk, seeing Gwen's amazing performance, immediately forgot about his two companions and ran away.

"Okay, I hope you enjoy being chased for brandishing a gun."

After shouting at the other person, Gwen turned around to look at the woman who had been robbed.

Before she could say anything, the woman excitedly rushed to her and hugged her tightly.

"Thank you, you saved me, Lady Spider."

"Uh, it's Spider-Woman, but it doesn't matter anymore."

Gwen scratched her head. Are all the people in this world this enthusiastic?

"Can you call the police? I need to buy a bottle of soda, though I don't know which flavor to get now."

Gwen asked the excited woman.

A few minutes later.

Gwen shook off the agitated woman and went out into the street.

Feeling pretty good, she walked up to the beverage vending machine, put in a coin, and then chose the sugar soda that looked really cool.

While waiting for my drink, I suddenly felt a gust of wind blow past my eyes.

Gwen looked up.

What is this ghost?

Gwen's eyes widened when she saw what suddenly appeared in the sky.

It was similar to the vulture she had seen before, the one Peter had defeated on the train.

But the vultures before me are completely different from the vultures in my own world.

Flying vultures possess massive exoskeletons, making their beaks and claws appear even more exaggerated and prominent.

And from the side, you can see that this vulture-like creature has a mechanical backpack and a huge vulture beak.

During the flight, puffs of smoke were emitted from the rear of the mechanical flight device.

"Okay, although there's no Gwen and Peter in this world, there are vultures."

Gwen put down her drink, put on her hood, and used her webs to pull herself to the rooftop of a high-rise building.

The helicopter's massive rotors roared as it chased after the vulture.

The sound of police sirens rang out as several police cars sped down the road in pursuit of the vulture.

Despite being surrounded by police, the vultures seemed utterly unafraid.

With a shrill laugh, the vulture raised the mechanical device in its hand and fired a burst of energy with a "boom".

The police car that was chasing in the road was hit in the rear and crashed into the roadside railing with a "bang".

Upon seeing this, Gwen immediately shot out a web and jumped down from the air, rushing towards the burning police car.

Midtown High School.

Patton was enjoying the aftertaste of lunch, savoring the flavors of the flag.

"Boom!"

The door was pushed open, and Sarah appeared in front of Barton.

"Barton, you haven't been to school for several days. Is something wrong?"

Sarah called Barton into an empty corridor and asked him with a frown.

"It's okay, just a little uncomfortable."

As he gazed at Sarah, a barely perceptible glint flashed in Barton's eyes.

"That's good. Have you seen Gini? He's been missing for a long time, and he hasn't answered my calls."

Upon hearing that Sarah was going to find Ginny, Barton's face instantly turned sinister.

How am I supposed to know where that bastard went?

Barton, who had already eaten Gini and left him to keep his good friend Flag company, asked Sarah with displeasure, "I don't understand why you would hang out with a bastard like Gini. He's a complete bastard."

Hearing Barton say that, Sarah felt as if she were seeing her neighbor in a completely new light.

Is this still the same Barton Parnell who doesn't like to talk and is even a bit timid and cowardly?

"Who I know and who I'm with are not things you can decide, and you have no right to interfere in my life."

Sarah said in a slightly cold tone.

"I can, because you are mine!"

"what?!"

Sarah stared at Barton in shock, wondering why he would say something so crazy.

Barton exhaled and said to Sarah, "You know what? Every night, I've been watching you from my window, observing your every move."

"Are you crazy, Barton?"

“Yes, I still remember our childhood stories. We went into the dark woods together, found a place to sit amidst the chirping of crickets, and talked about our own stories. We also made fun of each of our classmates at school. We were so happy back then. But you changed after you went to high school, Sarah.”

Sarah found the other person completely baffling.

"what are you saying?"

“You’ve been hanging out with those bastards, Ginny and Flagg, and now you don’t want to talk to me anymore, Sarah.”

Sarah frowned and said, "That's my job. I have to deal with them. Besides, most of the time, they're the ones bothering me."

“I know you fear their power, but now—I do too.”

As he spoke, he reached for Sarah's head, attempting to force a kiss on her.

Chapter 198 Sarah Jane's Collapse and Fear!

Barton reached out and grabbed Sarah's hair.

Sarah immediately dodged backward.

She took a step back and reached out to slap Barton in the face.

She looked at him with disbelief. "Are you crazy, Barton?"

"Yes, I'm insane. You have no idea how Gini and Flagg's gang treated me."

Barton did not dodge Sarah's slap; he covered his burning face, his eyes blazing with hatred.

“They would say things to me that you can’t even imagine how vicious they were. It’s no exaggeration to say that it was like they poured sulfuric acid in my eyes and pissed in my ears. They called me an idiot and a moron, even though I have absolutely nothing to do with those words.”

He released his hand from his grasp and took a step closer to Sarah, who was backing away.

"This world is full of injustice and evil."

Barton was getting closer and closer to Sarah.

“I’m no less obtuse than anyone else, I just don’t bother arguing with these people, which is why they bully me with impunity. But now they’ve chosen the wrong target.”

Sarah looked at the deranged Barton and asked him, "What did you do to Gini and Flagg?"

"Now they have the honor of becoming food in my stomach, and this is the end they deserve."

As he spoke, Barton took off his sunglasses, revealing red-glowing eyes.

Startled, Sarah backed away.

But Patton quickly shot out a spider web from his hand, blocking her retreat.

"Don't be afraid, Sarah, I won't hurt you. I just want to reproduce with you."

Barton uttered a low growl as he slowly walked toward Sarah, who had become his prey.

He enjoys the feeling of having control over other people's destinies.

All the bullying he had endured before was now released, and he felt incredibly comfortable.

With a loud bang, Sarah, who was backing away, crashed open the door of an art studio and fell heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Sarah tried to stand up, but her body became limp and she had no strength left.

Barton slowly walked into the art studio and reached out to close the door.