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

As a result, he got punched in the face again!

Chapter 221 The Little Rascal's Dream!

"It seems you can't punish me anymore."

Peter threw a punch at the other person who had gotten up.

Agent Jesse immediately stepped back.

It shot out spider silk from its wrist, pulling its body toward nearby trees.

With his feet planted on the tree trunk, he crouched down, panting heavily.

He never imagined that this guy would be so capable.

Although both are spider-type abilities, this guy seems tireless, and his speed and agility far surpass mine.

Where did this guy come from?

He wasn't bitten by an alien spider like Spider-Woman, nor was he mutated like Dr. Kurt Connors the Lizard. So who exactly is this Black Spider-Man?

Agent Jesse frowned, looking at Peter with a suspicious gaze.

Peter had no idea that this guy was having so many thoughts running through his mind. He moved toward him again and threw a punch.

"Whoosh!"

Agent Jesse shot out a web, quickly increasing the distance between himself and Peter.

The spider silk stuck to a nearby boulder, and with all his might, Jesse roared and hurled the boulder at Peter.

Peter easily dodged the boulder's attack.

A torrential downpour of black projectiles shot out from Peter's back and wings in an instant.

Agent Jesse was immediately thrown into a panic.

He tried to dodge backward, but a drop still hit his arm.

A sharp, piercing pain instantly swept through his entire body.

"Boom!"

Immediately afterwards, he was punched hard in the chest and slammed straight backward.

With a loud thud, his body slammed heavily against the tree trunk.

Despite the pain, he looked up at Peter, only to see spiderwebs flying towards him from all directions.

This time he couldn't escape and was tightly bound by the non-corrosive spider silk.

After defeating his opponent, Peter walked up to the guy with spider-like abilities.

"Tell me, do you work for the Spiderweb underground organization?"

Peter asked him.

"You can forget about getting anything from me."

Agent Jesse, panting, said to Peter.

He hadn't expected Peter's strength to be so far beyond his own.

If Peter gets into the base, even Cindy probably won't be able to stop him.

"Very well, it seems we can no longer communicate with words."

Peter grabbed his head and slammed it hard against the tree trunk.

Agent Jesse immediately let out a muffled groan of pain.

"!"

Inside the "Spiderweb" main base, Cindy Moon frowned as she watched Peter easily defeat Agent Jesse.

Is this guy really that difficult to deal with?

She had been focusing her observations on Gwen, but it was clear that this Spider-Man was the most dangerous one.

Even his most trusted agent, Jesse, was no match for this guy.

I had underestimated him all along.

Standing up, Cindy grabbed the wristband device from the table.

It seems this base is no longer safe.

Not only has Spider-Man investigated this area, but after the Lizard Man incident, the S.H.I.E.L.D. team captured Kurt Connors and will likely find this place soon.

Cindy picked up the bracelet and strode outside.

At this moment, she was unaware that the mischievous boy had already killed her subordinates and escaped from the room where she was imprisoned.

a few minutes ago.

Little Mischief stood inside the room, looking at the two dark figures outside.

She knew those were the bald man's two feet.

The other party was eavesdropping outside the door, and the little rascal immediately understood.

This infuriated her.

This bastard has such a twisted sense of humor.

Now they're hiding outside the door, looking at themselves like they're watching a clown.

Looking at the gun in her hand, she suddenly thought of the dream she had after falling unconscious on this bed.

After being injected with the drug, she fell into a deep, hazy dream.

In my dream, I was walking on a beach with Peter.

The two walked together across a black sand beach, where every grain of sand glittered in the sun.

The little rascal felt the sand beneath his feet was warm and cozy, the tide was kissing the shore, and the air was damp and salty, but it wasn't as salty and bitter as the seawater, nor did it have an unpleasant fishy smell.

"Am I already dead? But thank God, this doesn't look like hell."

"You're not dead yet."

Peter said to her, "But I must remind you, you are not far from death."

“Excellent! So this is what people dream when they are dying. Where is the light? I can just run there.”

"You didn't understand what I meant."

"is it?"

"Yes, think carefully, what just happened?"

She really needs to think this through, because she doesn't want to go back.

She would rather stay here, stay in this moment, stay on this beach, and stay in this bright sunshine.

After becoming a mutant, her life became incredibly difficult.

That ability seemed like a curse, constantly harming those around her.

Whether it's parents or classmates, they have all been hurt by me, even if it wasn't intentional.

She could always see the strange look in the other person's eyes.

His eyes seemed to hold a complex mix of fear and pity.

But her time in the underground copper mine tunnels became the most relaxing period of her life.

Because Peter is not afraid of touching himself, and he will not be harmed by touching himself.

When she went on the adventure with Peter, she felt relaxed, as if she had become an ordinary person.

So she enjoyed the dream, but when Peter reminded her, she subconsciously remembered it.

“I feel like I’ve been kidnapped,” she said.

“Yes, that’s right,” Peter said.

But what should I do now?

"do not know."

So she gave a wry smile, "I really did try my best."

"No, not yet."

Then the little rascal woke up.

Although it was a dream, perhaps I really wasn't giving it my all, just as Peter said.

Now is a great opportunity; I must take this guy down completely!

She raised her gun.

But she never imagined a gun could be so heavy, pressing down on the bones and muscles in her arm so hard they almost broke.

But she used the broken mirror to point the gun at the door.

She didn't aim, nor did she think carefully about where the bald man would stand.

She wanted to fire a shot; whether she hit the target or not was up to fate.

But she soon realized something was wrong.

The other side is unlikely to leave a gun with bullets for themselves.

Maybe he was thinking that way, just to mess with me.

Thinking of this, she deliberately made a sound of falling on the ground.

The other party fell for the trick and pushed open the door to check.

As a result, she touched his skin immediately.

Little Rascal let out a sigh of relief as he watched the bald man collapse to the ground.

She then stepped over the other person's body.