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

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"No, no, no."

Andrew, incredulous, clenched his fist and slammed it heavily on the machine, as if he were knocking on a door he wanted to enter. "I need more money! Please, please!"

But the ATM kept beeping, refusing his request.

Just as he was about to lose his temper, he suddenly heard a voice behind him.

"Hey buddy, stay away from that box."

Upon hearing the sound, Andrew's blood instantly turned to melting snow, and his intestines to ice vinegar.

"Come on, come on, turn around, turn around."

Andrew held ten twenty-dollar bills in his left hand and slowly twirled them.

He could barely breathe and began to breathe rapidly.

Opposite him stood a tall, thin Black boy, about fifteen or sixteen years old.

A gun, far too big for him, was pressed against Andrew's chest, his oversized, effeminate eagle coat making him look like a parade balloon.

The other person's face was half hidden behind a purple paisley handkerchief.

"Give me this money quickly."

The tall, thin Black man reached out to grab it as he spoke.

Andrew instinctively pulled the money back.

"Boom!"

The tall, thin Black man struck him in the chin with the side of the gun.

His teeth bit his tongue, and he tasted blood.

His neck became damp, initially warm and moist, then gradually turning cold.

The other party snatched the money from Andrew's hand.

The black man looked at him triumphantly after succeeding, as if he was not afraid of anyone hearing it.

“You’re not a local, you bastard, damn it, damn it, look at you, even in this snow, your shoes are still so shiny. I bet rich white people wear a special kind of shoes.”

"My...socks are soaked."

"Your socks are soaking wet? You damn bastard and your damn wet socks."

The Black teenager started cursing and swearing at his face, his eyes wide open, the whites of his eyes bulging out.

"I don't fucking care about your wet socks, I care about what's in your damn bulging pockets!"

The other man pointed a gun at Andrew and said, "You have more stuff, I know that's for sure, rich kid, so bring it out and share your wealth. Tonight, let's end the wealth gap in America, between you and me, you bastard."

"I... okay, okay."

Andrew swallowed hard, opened his wallet, and handed it over.

These are things he can lose.

He could lose the two hundred dollars, but he couldn't lose what was in his pocket.

His hand instinctively pressed down on his pocket, as if protecting a piece of gold.

"Wow—wow—wow, what else do you have in your pocket, rich kid? What goodies are hidden in that pretty pocket of yours? A gift? For me?"

Andrew hurriedly explained, "Hey—hey—hey, no, nothing, really—"

"Oh!"

The skinny black man struck him again.

This time Andrew raised his arm, and the gun struck the side of his hand.

He pulled his arm back in horror to see the other man raise his pistol and point it at him, as if he was about to pull the trigger at any moment.

For a fleeting moment, he even considered his own fate.

After the child shot himself in the temple, the sidewalk jammed, a crowd gathered, and they stared at him—scars of bright red blood splattered on the wall, and then the world vanished with a mournful, pitiful cry.

“Hey, it’s nothing valuable, just a ring, an engagement ring I used to propose to my girlfriend. I need it, otherwise Sarah won’t marry me.”

Andrew is still trying to get them to let him go.

The skinny Black man pressed the gun barrel against his head and yelled, "Shut up! Give me that fucking ring now!"

Just when he thought his life was about to end, something shocking happened.

With a loud thud, the black boy's shoulder was struck hard, and he fell to the ground with a muffled groan.

Then, to his astonishment, the black cat slowly emerged from the darkness.

Wearing a sexy black uniform and a mask that covers half of her face, with a strange, dressed cat hanging on her shoulder, the black cat exudes an air of mystery.

“I saved you,” the black cat said to him.

Her voice sounded as if it came from a thousand miles away.

Andrew froze, "Wh-what?"

"I saved your life."

Andrew leaned against the wall to support himself as he tried to stand up, his chin and lips wet with blood.

He stared at the thin, unconscious black man lying on the ground, then glanced at the black cat.

"Um, thank you!"

Andrew, realizing what had happened, thanked the black cat.

The black cat coughed. "No need for thanks. May I borrow something from you?"

As she spoke, she stretched out one hand.

Andrew, stunned, handed her his hand.

The black cat almost went berserk.

Is that what I mean?

But she still helped him to his feet. "I mean, can I borrow some money from you?"

"a little……"

Andrew looked down at the cash in his hand, adorned with a few glistening red specks. "This is mine."

"Because of me, you were spared from death."

The black cat pointed at the black man lying on the ground and said, "I knocked him out. People give money to find lost cats because of you, so you should pay me for saving your stupid life."

When the topic of money came up, Andrew immediately put on a serious face and said, "I need this money."

"Can't I just consider it a loan from you?"

Andrew quickly took a step back. "This is...this is some form of blackmail. You planned all of this. This is a deception. Do you know him? You must know him!"

The black cat is on the verge of going berserk.

I did not blackmail you.

She said to him, “I just saved a complete bastard. Your death is imminent. Fate is a train speeding toward you, heading straight for Penelope Station. I’ve pulled you off the tracks.”

"Your whole new life is about to begin—a lavish country club wedding, some jam-serving yuppie brats, a large and precious private fence around the house in the suburbs, and I've chosen to save you."

Black Cat isn't the kind of person who helps others without expecting anything in return.

If it were up to my old habits, I would have stolen that stingy bastard's money long ago.

I will absolutely not waste my breath on him.

"Oh!"

Just as the black cat was contemplating whether or not to rob her, a figure suddenly appeared in front of her.

A black cat, dressed similarly but in a more traditional uniform, jumped to the ground.

Upon seeing someone approaching, Andrew immediately turned to the black cat of this world for help.

"Help! This woman is trying to steal my money and my wedding ring!"

The black cat from the main universe stared in astonishment at the black cat dressed similarly to her.

Although the two black cat uniforms are slightly different, and the 65-year-old black cat has a spider cat that looks rather depressed perched on its shoulder, the main universe black cat can tell that the other is another version of itself.

"you!"

She really wanted to know who the other person was.

But when she heard Andrew say that the other party had robbed her, especially that they had planned to steal the ring, her anger immediately surged.

She hates guys who steal her ring!

His most precious Queen Elizabeth ring was brazenly stolen by a scoundrel.

"Whoosh!"

The black cat from the main world launched an attack.

The black cat was still reeling from the shock of seeing another version of itself when it was suddenly attacked.

She had no choice but to back away.

"Hey, are you the kind of woman who likes to act without thinking?"

The black cat mocked her.

"I don't have a good interrogation tool for a robber like you."