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

Before leaving the room, she looked at herself in the reflective hallway wall—her face resembled a pillowcase stuffed with softballs, and her already pale skin contrasted sharply with the dried, bright red bloodstains.

This made me look like I was at a murder scene.

But she was still alive, standing alive in front of this bald man's body.

The bald man lay on the ground, unconscious, blood flowing from his face and soaking into the ground.

The little rascal looked down at the gloves the bald man was wearing.

"Sorry, it's not my fault. Who told you to be such a jerk?"

The little rascal said to him.

Her voice was muffled, as if her mouth was stuffed with stones and syrup.

She wants to laugh out loud, but she can't bear the pain that comes with it.

The little rascal coughed a few times, his chest buzzing as if his entire lungs were about to burst out of his throat.

There wasn't a single spot on my body that didn't hurt.

She gently nudged the bald man, and after making sure he wouldn't suddenly sit up and bite her heel, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Now, I must escape from here immediately.

Or tell Peter.

The woman named Cindy had previously told me that Spider-Man was in the vicinity.

If I could inform Peter, I might be saved.

After the underground copper mine incident, her trust in Peter had become boundless.

After all, he could handle those alien monsters.

As he looked towards the bald man, the mischievous boy bent down in pain and pulled out his phone from the man's black pants pocket.

4:30 in the afternoon.

The little rascal, holding his phone, toddled through a room filled with instruments and walked out through a half-open door.

Hiding in her room, she struggled to take out her phone and tried to dial Peter's number.

After they parted ways at the copper mine, she and Peter exchanged phone numbers, so she knew how to contact Peter.

On the other side, a forest.

Peter was about to interrogate Agent Jesse when his phone suddenly vibrated.

Peter paused his interrogation of the other party and answered the phone.

“Peter, it’s me, Anna. I’m in the Spider Organization.”

Peter frowned immediately when he heard the little rascal's faint voice coming from the phone.

He never expected that this group of people would actually capture the little rascal!

However, considering that Rogue's rare mutant abilities meant this wasn't the first time she'd been captured.

The "Days of Future Past" event that I knew about in my past life was caused by Little Rascal being kidnapped.

After kidnapping Little Rascal, those guys used her abilities to develop Sentinel robots.

I wonder what the "Spider Silk" gang plans to do after kidnapping Little Rascal.

Could they be researching some kind of "sentinel" robot?!

Peter's gaze turned serious as he stared at the woods ahead.

Meanwhile, at the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters.

After capturing Dr. Kurt Connors, the Lizard Man, Captain America made new discoveries during his interrogation.

He said the headquarters of the "Spider Silk" base was located nearby, and that's where he escaped.

Captain America looked at the monitor screen and spoke to Agent Carter, who was wearing sunglasses.

In the scene, a gray sky shrouds the boundless pine forest, and each pine tree looks like a rusty iron needle piercing the sky.

“Each of these trees looks like a Charlie Brown Christmas tree.”

Carter rubbed his forehead and looked at the serious-looking female captain. "Are you sure he's not lying? I mean, maybe we need to confirm."

Carter, concerned for his friend, spoke to Captain America.

"Let me investigate; that would be the best way to confirm."

The captain grabbed the shield with a "thud" and placed it behind his back.

Without lingering, she set off directly towards her destination.

"Okay, I'll arrange for a helicopter to take you there. Just be careful."

Seeing that he couldn't stop it, Carter could only give instructions to the captain.

"thanks, I will."

The captain waved to her and left the meeting room.

Half an hour later, after jumping out of the helicopter, Captain America looked at the gravel road in front of him.

The road circled the dilapidated abandoned hut before leading straight into the pine forest.

Although there was no fence, there was still a fence post nearby, and a crow perched on the post, staring at her curiously.

She looked at the crow, and soon it flapped its greasy wings and flew away.

"A crow is a very good omen."

Captain America shook his head and said to himself.

The voice of Agent Carter came through the communication device in his ear.

“Crows are not a good omen, Captain. Your location should be the pine forest peatland in the suburbs.”

Captain America looked at the mist-shrouded forest and asked Carter, "Just how big is it?"

"At most, it's only about 300 acres of pine forest and sandy loam."

Carter told her, "Finding your target here won't be easy."

Captain America spoke to her as he walked forward.

“Run through this 300-acre area before dark? I’ll do my best, but first I need to get out of here. That should be just a matter of turning a corner, maybe a few miles, but that shouldn’t be a big problem.”

Carter continued talking to Captain America, "Maybe I can find someone to help you, Captain. If you encounter danger, it's not good to go it alone."

"That's not true. As a soldier, I don't have the habit of calling for backup before a battle even starts. Besides, calling for support is something I only do when I encounter a dangerous situation that I can't handle, but I rarely encounter that situation."

As she replied to Carter, she looked around for signs.

But soon she heard the sounds of fighting coming from ahead.

It seemed to be appearing not far ahead.

Captain America's gaze immediately turned serious.

"Something's happened, Carter. We'll talk later."

She hung up the communication device and hurried forward.

Inside the "Spider Silk" base.

The little rascal who was trying to contact Peter by phone is in a rather unfortunate situation.

She looked at the bald man's phone.

Someone is calling now.

She resisted the urge to throw her phone away.

I glanced at my phone screen—"Boss."

She felt a surge of excitement, but after calming down, she hesitantly answered the phone.

"What is it?" she asked, trying to mimic the bald man's stiff, masculine tone.

Her sore throat and swollen lips seemed to help a lot.

“How is the girl?” Cindy asked her.

The cell phone signal seems to be weak here, but it doesn't affect calls.

"Nothing much," the little rascal said.

She then added, "That injection was quite powerful."

But the little rascal quickly stopped.

Damn it! Enough with the nonsense, getting straight to the point is what I should be doing right now.

"Are you alright?" Cindy asked suspiciously.

"I am fine."

"You sound a little strange."

"I told you it's nothing."

There was another pause. "But it doesn't sound like it. Are you sure?"

"I'm just feeling a little unwell, but I'll be fine soon!"

Cindy's cold voice came out: "Is that so? You'd better not have any accidents at this critical juncture."

The little rascal gritted her teeth; perhaps this was her only chance.

"Where are you now?" she asked the other person.

Chapter 222 The Mischievous Boy Determined to Die!

The little rascal quickly found out the location of the spider silk.

After composing herself, she dragged her injured body toward the other person's location.

There are quite a few people in this secret base, and if I try to escape, I will be easily discovered.