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

Could it be an equivalent of this world itself?

But I just did some research and found that there is no superhero named Spider Silk in this world.

Is it because the other person isn't a superhero?

Her eyes sparkled as she looked at the surrounding woods.

The next day, early in the morning.

Gwen plans to find Silk, Jessica, and Spider-Man Noir.

She wanted to be a guest and show Jessica and a few Spider-Men around New York City.

As for Peter, she invited him to join her, but Peter said he wasn't interested in any of that.

She had just stepped onto the road when she saw a white car speeding past her.

Sensing something was amiss, Gwen looked toward the car.

The car disappeared from her sight in the blink of an eye.

The car that Gwen noticed was, to be precise, an SUV.

The interior features cream-colored leather, and the seatbacks also include a car TV, USB ports, GPS (Global Positioning System), and a monitoring camera facing inwards on the center console.

The mischievous little boy, slowly waking up, looked around at everything in a daze.

She huddled in the last row of seats, her mouth sealed shut with something, but she soon discovered it was two black duct tapes crossed together, forming a large X.

Her hands and feet were bound with straps, rendering her unable to move.

After struggling for a bit, the little rascal felt weak all over and dizzy.

The whole world swayed like the surface of water in a gentle breeze.

A vague memory flashed through her mind—someone was holding her down, and a needle was being inserted into her skin.

She saw the syringe, and then her consciousness began to fade until she lost consciousness.

The pine trees rushed past the car window, their greenness appearing even more striking against the backdrop of the gloomy sky.

The car was going very fast, and the shadows of the trees in the little rascal's eyes were somewhat blurry.

Whatever medicine they gave her, its effects haven't worn off yet.

Little Rascal opened his eyes and looked ahead, only to find a bald guy sitting in the passenger seat, idly cleaning his handgun. The car was filled with a dizzying smell of gun oil.

She looked to the side and saw Max, a friend she had just met.

Max's mouth was also gagged, and the little rascal couldn't see his hands and feet, but the way he struggled told her that he was also tied up.

And like her, his hands were tied behind his back.

The little rascal tried hard to recall what had happened.

She remembered that Max, a reporter for the school newspaper, wanted to invite her for an interview to learn about her experiences in the underground world of the copper mine.

Although she had been keeping Peter's secret, she couldn't refuse him and had to agree to say something that didn't involve Peter.

But unexpectedly, the two agreed to meet at a coffee shop near the school, and before they could say anything, they were attacked.

The little rascal pouted and started whimpering.

The bald man turned his head toward her and held up a long finger in front of his mouth.

"Shh, it's your turn to speak. Let me talk to your friend first."

He turned his face toward Max, who was pale and drenched in sweat.

"How about this, Max? I have two questions for you. If you can answer them honestly, I promise I won't kill you."

The bald man fiddled with the dagger in his hand, and she heard the creaking sound of metal rubbing together, like a hinge.

It was a dagger that was a full foot long.

The bald man flicked the blade of his dagger lightly.

"To complete the task assigned by my superior, I have to be ruthless, so please forgive me for doing this. My first question is about the girl behind me."

He turned his head and glanced at the little rascal.

The little rascal couldn't understand the meaning in his eyes, but he was sure it was malicious.

"Do you know about her superpower?"

Max let out a few whimpers.

"Oh."

The bald man smiled slightly and tore off the tape from his mouth.

"it is true."

"She's a mutant," Max said impatiently, then opened her mouth wide and gasped for breath, "she can steal someone's abilities through skin contact."

"Little Rascal can absorb his opponent's memories and abilities through physical contact. Under normal circumstances, the absorbed abilities will disappear after a few minutes, during which time the opponent will be in a dazed state."

He said quickly, "In order to prevent her from absorbing her partners' abilities, she covers herself up completely and can also temporarily make superheroes lose their superpowers and become ordinary people. These are her abilities. She told me about them, and I remember them very clearly. These are her abilities. Is there anything else you want to know?"

The little rascal struggled in vain in his seat.

She wanted to kick the guy in the face, she wanted to bite through the gag and yell at him to shut up.

If she had even the slightest chance, she would definitely kick him out of the window.

In short, she was furious at the other party's disloyal behavior.

The bald man continued his questioning, "Okay, so do you know what she saw during that expedition at the copper mine, the one organized by Tony Stark?"

He paused, took a deep breath, and said, "You seem to be a reporter, so you should know more than I do, right?"

Max then spilled the beans, telling everyone he knew.

Unfortunately, he didn't know the truth, so the information he provided was useless.

“That’s all I know,” Max said urgently. “Please let me go. I have almost nothing to do with her.”

The bald man let out a long sigh of relief. "That makes things simpler," he said with a smile. "I was worried it would be tricky, but my fears usually come true. Thank you for your cooperation."

Max breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, and even smiled.

Chapter 217 Little Rascal Gets Kidnapped!

But the next second, he realized something was wrong.

His eyes darted up and down in terror, and he began to stammer, "No, no, don't do this, no, no!"

The bald man already had the dagger in his hand, and his movements were as swift and agile as a rabbit.

Taking Max by surprise, the bald man pressed his body against him, using his back to press firmly against Max's chest and his elbow to hold Max's chin, making him unable to open his mouth or resist, just like a chair pressing against a doorknob.

The bald man then suddenly lifted one of Max's legs with his other hand, placing his foot on the headrest of the driver's seat.

The driver didn't seem to mind.

Then he grabbed Max's clothes.

Max struggled and made incoherent noises, but the bald man was clearly a professional and made it impossible for Max to move.

"I told you, please let me go!"

Max shouted, his mouth full of blood.

As he spoke, a bunch of blood bubbles swelled up at the corners of his mouth, and even his bald, shiny head was splattered with blood.

"I've told you everything you want to know. Please, please let me go. I'm just an innocent person!"

"That's not up to you now, since you're already on the bus."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the bald man made his move.

He pressed the dagger down hard against the other man's chest and pulled him back.

Max let out a bloodcurdling scream, like the final wailing of a lamb being slaughtered.

Little Rascal never knew that people could make such chilling sounds.

Blood splattered onto the bald man's shoulder, but he remained unmoved.

The little rascal was not quite sure what happened next.

She could only vaguely see the bald man's movements and the splattering blood.

Think of something quick, Anna!

The little rascal urged himself on.

But her whole body was stiff, and her hands and feet wouldn't obey her commands, as if her various organs had lost their connection.

After that despicable bald guy dealt with Max, she was next.

What would that bastard do to himself?

Hot tears streamed down his face, but the little rascal was filled with anxiety.

Stop just standing there! Think of something!

With her feet bound, she rested her chin on the back of the seat in front of her, using it as leverage to twist her shoulders and flip her body over.

The little rascal almost rolled off her seat, but she managed to keep her back against the seat.

Then, she raised her legs.

The bald man didn't seem to care about her actions, but was just a little curious.

“A girl who can’t stand being alone,” he said, “I like.”

The little rascal gritted his teeth and aimed his feet at the bald man's head.

Although she couldn't be that precise for someone whose hands and feet were bound and who could only wriggle like a caterpillar.

But in the end, her foot successfully kicked the bald man's chest.

The dagger slipped from the bald man's hand, and without hesitation, the little rascal kicked the bald man in the chest again.

The rear door of the car opened.