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

Clutching his chest, he looked at Peter in astonishment.

Is this guy that fast?

He usually saw Spider-Man's speed in videos and thought he could do it too.

But now it seems the other party isn't that simple.

"So this is the failure you've given me, and it's not enough."

Peter shook his head and said to Agent Jesse.

Meanwhile, inside the secret base, the mischievous little one was looking at the bald man.

She blinked a few times, unaware of what kind of drug the other person had injected her with.

She noticed that the bald man was wearing black gloves.

Unfortunately, I can't touch his skin, otherwise I could use my superpowers.

The little rascal thought to himself.

It seemed they could tell that the little rascal's eyes were darting around, and he was up to some mischief.

So, as a warning, he punched the little rascal in the chest.

In a sense—

The bald man looked at the little rascal clutching his chest and said slowly.

The little rascal was hit and gasped for breath, trying to fill her lungs with air again.

"If you're going to hit someone, the chest is an excellent spot,"

The bald man explained smugly, "There are a lot of nerves here, and for untrained people, the chest is the most effective target."

The little rascal took a deep breath and finally felt his lungs expand.

"You bastard!"

“I wouldn’t have done this if you hadn’t tried to escape in the car. I don’t usually like hitting women.”

The little rascal, slightly out of breath, licked his chapped lips. "Only a coward would do that. Looks like you're one of those guys."

When the bald man heard what the little rascal said, he stretched out his hand into a knife shape and slashed her neck.

She had just started to feel a little better when she began to pant again.

The little rascal's face turned bright red, and a feeling of pain washed over him.

"You should probably shut up."

The bald man looked at the little rascal, whose face was flushed, and said, "Otherwise, you won't have such a simple experience of being attacked by a 'mastoid' next time."

When the little rascal finally caught his breath and tried to suppress the acid reflux that was rising from his stomach.

She gasped for breath and said to him, "Do you think it's smug to deal with a woman who can't fight back?" She coughed violently.

“I just want you to know that I can easily deal with you, so that your instincts will kick in and you won’t spout nonsense.”

The bald man looked at him with a cold gaze and said.

The little rascal almost laughed out loud. "Trust me, you won't scare anyone like this."

Without making a sound, the bald man punched the little rascal three more times in the armpit.

The little rascal cried out in pain again.

"This is also where humanity is most vulnerable."

"What on earth do you want to do?"

The little rascal yelled at him, "What do you want to ask? Go ahead and ask, I'll tell you."

"Begging for mercy? That's not like you."

Xiao Tao, panting, said, "I'm a multi-talented person, like a shark. I either swim forward or I die, so ask me anything you want, and I'll tell you everything. As for how to cooperate, I'll do my best to cooperate with you."

"Now? I have nothing to ask."

"Then why did you hit me?"

"because I like it."

That bastard will kill me!

The little rascal was inwardly groaning.

Even with his best efforts to flatter him, this guy wouldn't fall for it.

Suddenly, something heavy pressed down on her chest.

She turned her head weakly and saw the smiling bald head.

A pistol was pressed against her chest.

With each heartbeat, the pistol trembled.

"I can kill you right now as revenge for those two kicks you gave me in the car."

The bald man's voice seemed to come from the fish tank on the other side of the room, "Just shoot you, and your suffering will end."

Your suffering is over.

These words kept echoing in the little rascal's ears.

The bald man smiled and left the room, then gently closed the door.

The pistol pressed down on her chest like a heavy anchor.

She flung her numb hand to her chest and groped for the pistol.

She tried to put her finger on the trigger, but even such a simple action was difficult for her.

Finally, her fingers rested on the trigger guard like a caterpillar; this was all she could do.

Although she couldn't see the time, her thunderous pulse constantly reminded her that time was approaching.

Even though Peter is outside now, he certainly doesn't know he's here.

He cannot find her unless she can send him a message.

Gasping for breath, the little rascal curled his fingers and hooked the trigger.

the other side.

The bald man pressed his ear against the door, listening intently.

She heard the silly girl moving slowly in the room.

He crawled laboriously on the floor, groaning with effort, his pistol occasionally tapping against the ground.

It seems the other person intends to use a pistol to kill him?

A smile spread across the bald man's face; at that moment, he felt unexpectedly refreshed.

He has done many heinous things, but this time is different.

He even felt a little sad, and he felt uneasy about it.

Yes, he did feel sorry for the girl.

But guilt?

Guilt is a new thing for him; how long has it been since he felt guilty?

Has he ever felt this way in his life?

A tiny sound in the room interrupted his compassionate thoughts: it was the sound of a wrench being pulled back to strike the hammer.

"Very good," the bald man thought with satisfaction.

The girl was badly beaten and probably didn't have the strength to pull the trigger.

Besides, there were no bullets in the pistol; he just wanted to tease the other person.

Thinking of this, he pushed open the door to see the other person's miserable state.

As soon as he pushed open the door, he saw a dark gun barrel pointed at him.

A mocking smile appeared on the bald man's lips as he looked at the mischievous boy, who was leaning against the wall, blood trickling from his mouth, and holding a gun.

"It seems you didn't know the gun was unloaded."

"I know!"

The little rascal gritted his teeth, reached out, and grabbed his face.

The bright smile vanished quickly from his bald face.

The bald man quickly felt a wave of weakness wash over him.

It was a feeling of utter exhaustion, as if all the energy in my body had been drained away.

He soon began to tremble all over.

Little Rascal can now control his abilities. Although it's difficult to deal with superpowered individuals, it works very well against ordinary people like Baldy.

She used all her strength to absorb the other person's power and memories.

Intense pain and discomfort overwhelmed her.

A sudden, sharp pain shot through her head.

But she endured it with all her might, and finally raised her pistol and smashed it hard against the bald man's head.

"Go to hell, you pervert!"

"Oh!"

Agent Jesse was slammed to the ground by Peter.

Peter easily dodged the spider silk he shot out, but instead, corrosive projectiles from behind Peter rained down on him like a storm.

He dodged the attack, shot out a spider web to pull himself up to a tree, only to be punched down by Peter who rushed over the next second.

Despite the pain, he rolled over and got up.

Countless spider silks immediately shot towards Peter!