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

The chandelier hanging in the hall suddenly turned on in an instant.

The pitch-black hall instantly became as bright as day.

The vulture seemed a little uncomfortable with the change from light to darkness and squinted its eyes slightly.

Before him, another vulture emerged, equipped with dark red flight gear, holding a spider-cat in its hand.

Spider-Cat, dressed in a spider costume, was completely covered except for his limbs and tail, and looked dejected as he was held in the hand of another vulture.

"This little thing really whets my appetite."

The dark red vulture, drooling, stared at the spider-cat it held in its hand.

The green vulture was annoyed that its prey had been stolen, and it said to the other animal, "This is mine."

"No! This isn't yours. The mistress said it belongs to whoever hunts it."

The dark red vulture opened its mouth, about to stuff the spider cat inside.

"I am so hungry!"

Just as he was about to stuff the spider-cat into his mouth and swallow it whole, another vulture emerged.

The vulture, with its pointed snout, monkey-like face, and black wings on its back that weren't mechanical, said, "We need to hurry. If we delay Mistress Furna's hunt, she'll make us suffer terribly."

The black vulture seemed to be terrified of its master, Furna, from the Heirs' family.

Although he was also starving, he was more afraid of the mistress's punishment.

"We have to leave quickly; there's nothing good in this world."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a voice rang out from high above the chemical plant.

"You're not going anywhere."

The three vultures looked up sharply and saw the black cat's figure on the high platform.

The crimson vulture stared at the black cat, baring its sharp, foul-smelling teeth.

"Great, another cat has appeared. Now I can fill my stomach."

Driven by his hunger, he spread his wings and flew towards the black cat.

Black Cat swiftly drew his hook gun and fired a shot at the opponent.

The hook gun did not shoot out a rope, but rather a sharp blade.

Faced with the black cat's attack, the crimson vulture immediately changed its flight direction to dodge.

Taking advantage of this fleeting opportunity, the black cat, hiding on high ground, fired another shot!

The bullet, with its extremely high initial velocity, cut through the air with a sharp whistling sound as it hurtled towards the Crimson Vulture.

She fired several bullets in succession, interspersed with a flashbang.

"Oh!"

A blinding white light exploded in front of the dark red vulture.

Once his eyes readjusted to the light, he realized that a sharp blade was rushing towards him.

"Fake!"

After uttering a curse, he was unsurprisingly struck.

His body had been enhanced, and his battle suit had the effect of resisting energy impact, which prevented the sharp blade from penetrating his body.

Even so, a sharp pain still came from the heart area due to the violent kinetic impact.

It was as if he had been hit by a truck, causing his vision to go black.

"Whoosh!"

Upon seeing the crimson vulture being attacked, the other two vultures quickly sprang into action.

The green vulture lifted a huge metal box and hurled it at her.

With its feet moving swiftly to the left, the black cat deftly dodged the impact of the giant object.

The black vulture, its momentum undiminished, flew towards her with a whooshing sound as it cut through the air.

Like lightning, the black cat whistled in, facing the charging black vulture. When it was still two meters away from its opponent, it spun around and leaped into the air, throwing its entire body like a javelin at the vulture.

He gathered all his strength in his feet and kicked hard at the opponent's head.

"Oh!"

The black vulture gritted its teeth, raised its arm, and blocked the black cat's kick.

When the attack failed, the black cat used its powerful core strength to strike a gymnast's pose, turning and twisting its waist in mid-air to adjust its posture.

He pulled his right fist back, then channeled his power into it, swinging it in an arc towards the black vulture's head.

A dull thud.

The black cat poured all its power into the opponent's chin, and the force of the attack combined with the momentum sent the opponent flying.

The black vulture's massive body fell backward like a small mountain.

"Dangdang!"

The ground trembled violently, and the floorboards creaked under the impact.

"I may want to be a crow or some other bird, but that doesn't mean I'm afraid of birds like you."

The black cat clapped its hands and said.

Seeing the other two vultures knocked down, the green vulture, filled with anger and fear, spread its wings to prepare for another attack.

But the sudden sound behind him startled him, and he immediately turned around to look.

However, as soon as he turned around, he felt a wave of dizziness.

It seemed as if something had entered his head through his nostrils.

My consciousness immediately began to dissipate, and I became completely confused.

He was punched hard in the head, and blood flowed into his nostrils.

Peter, having lowered his fist, casually pulled over a chair.

He grabbed the green vulture by the collar and threw him onto a chair.

"Tom!"

Peter put one foot on the chair, leaned forward, grabbed his tie with his left hand, and punched him in the face with his right.

He beat the opponent until his nose bled profusely and his face turned pale.

After giving him a taste he would never forget, Peter looked up at the black cat.

“You’ve taken a little too long, Black Cat.”

Black Cat glanced at Spider Cat on the ground, who seemed a little confused, and coughed. "Unexpected situation. I thought there was only one vulture, but it turned out to be a flock of vultures. 'A flock of vultures' sounds like the name of the worst new wave band in history."

On their way from the bar to the AE chemical plant, Black Cat volunteered to be the first to make a move, and Peter would step in if he was no match for him.

As a result, the car almost overturned, and they encountered a group of vultures.

"Are you the heir's hounds?"

Peter frowned and asked the green vulture, which he had beaten to the point of near death.

He had heard from Kahn that the heirs had a habit of keeping hunting dogs.

The hunting dogs kept by the other side are not real dogs, but various villains from the Spider-Man universe.

For example, vultures, hunter Craven

I never expected to encounter such a hunting dog on Earth 999.

"You have hindered Mistress Verna's hunting; she will tear you all to pieces!"

The green vulture opened its beak and spoke in an angry tone.

"Is that so? I'm looking forward to her revenge, but for now, you pack of hounds will be torn to shreds by me."

Peter threw a punch, and the green vulture's nose splattered with blood.

On the other side, the Spider-Cat, somewhat unaware of the situation, looked warily at Peter.

This human gave him a very frightening feeling.

It's even more terrifying than the pigeon venom it often sees in its dreams.

Spider-Cat was also infected by a virus released by Dr. Manhattan, and gained superpowers after being infected.

It often dreams of fighting a venomous pigeon on its balcony, and the pigeon's abilities cause it to suffer a great loss.

The Spider-Man standing before him now gave him a feeling even more terrifying than a pigeon.

His powerful, explosive abdominal muscles are perfectly outlined by the black exoskeleton suit.

The spider mask worn on the other's head was eerie and made it feel cold and austere.

The man before me exuded an aura of death, as if he were the Grim Reaper who had returned from hell.

Spider-Cat looked at him and couldn't help but feel a pang of fear.

Just as Spider-Cat was lost in thought, he suddenly felt a wave of weakness wash over him.

The black cat also sensed that something was wrong.

She suddenly felt weak all over.

Behind her, the black vulture and the crimson vulture stood up with a smile.

“Our wings have been coated with an anesthetic, so they won’t cause long-term damage. This was specially prepared for our mistress, Furna.”

The Crimson Vulture stuck out its tongue and licked its lips. "But we can nibble on something insignificant before she arrives."

The black vulture's dark eyes gleamed with greed. "Would you mind if we used your acid to soften your flesh?!"

As he spoke, he started to walk towards the black cat.

The next second, two strands of corrosive spider silk sprayed onto their faces.

The sound of acid corroding rang out, and the two vultures covered their faces and screamed in agony.