American comic book: Absolute Spider-Man

Chapter 98 Let's go sign the treaty!

Peter spent the entire day in his office handling company affairs.

The establishment of the "Superhero Image and Portrait Rights Management and Commercial Licensing Act" has been put on the agenda, and this is a major undertaking.

Within the superhero community comprised of the Avengers and the Fantastic Four, this act is known as the "New York Accord," in commemoration of the profound impact of the Battle of New York on the global superhero landscape.

Peter's strong push for the New York Agreement stemmed not only from the reasons already mentioned, but also from a point that couldn't be directly stated.

Because he was afraid.

He feared that one day while he was busy with other trials, some superhero back home might turn evil due to government persecution, media attacks, or even harm to his family, and then give him a huge disaster.

The weaker ones might only cause some economic losses, but if superheroes like Wanda or Phoenix Jean Grey, who possess conceptual-level power and whose mental state is already somewhat unstable, go out of control, then we can expect a fight against the M Royal Family or the Dark Phoenix Saga.

Peter felt that he was sometimes forced to be a scumbag. In order to stabilize the hearts of those powerful but emotionally fragile girls, he had no choice but to sell his body to protect the universe.

Sigh, Mr. Parker is still too great; no one has come to give him an award.

In short, it's necessary to fight for the rights and interests that those superheroes who risk their lives to protect the world deserve.

In the evening, the glow of the setting sun shines through the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows of the office, bathing the entire interior in a warm orange light.

Peter put down his work and turned to look at the New York sky, which had been burned red.

Peter wished he could sit in his office every day and only have to think about how to run his company well.

As he was about to leave work, he leaned back in his custom-made swivel chair, gazing at the sunset outside. Then, he used his phone to send a date request to his beloved girl. After receiving her acceptance, he rushed to the parking lot without hesitation.

Unfortunately, there are only 13 years left until the day when all things perish. He must accumulate enough power before then so that he can intervene in or even dominate the day when the world is transformed.

When the building's smart home system detected that the indoor lighting was unsuitable for office work, it reduced the transparency of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Peter smoothed his handsome middle-parted hair, admiring his melancholy profile in the reflection of the floor-to-ceiling window, thinking that Leon might not be as melancholy as him, and Claude might not be as handsome as him.

Mary Jane realized it was time to leave work, but seeing that her boss showed no sign of leaving, she wondered whether she, as his secretary, should speak up.

She sat in her own office chair on the outer edge of the office, watching Peter's back, waiting for him to notice her and then assign her work or let her go home.

The venom within Peter saw Mary Jane sitting in her seat, lost in thought, and its wild, gruff voice echoed in Peter's mind.

"It's time to go home."

Peter stopped his wandering thoughts, turned his chair around, and said to Mary Jane, "From now on, when you're not working, you can leave after work. Don't worry about me."

Upon hearing Peter's words, Mary Jane began packing her things, preparing to go home.

Peter stood up from his chair: "I'll take you home."

After saying that, he walked towards the office door, pushed it open, and headed towards the parking lot.

Peter drove an ordinary Camry on the streets of New York; he wasn't driving a particularly luxurious car.

Since Mary Jane currently lives in Brooklyn, even an enemy wouldn't do something like driving her home in a luxury car.

Peter drove through the congested traffic, saying, "Go to finance tomorrow and get an advance on your salary for this month, then move out of Brooklyn."

Mary Jane sat in the passenger seat, asking no further questions, and simply said, "Okay."

"There are employee dormitories next to the company. Your position entitles you to an 80-square-meter single suite, rent-free. Both the commuting efficiency and the safety environment are much better than the apartment you rent in Brooklyn."

Mary Jane gripped the seatbelt, her fingers digging into it, her red hair falling across her forehead and obscuring her eyes.

Everything before her eyes still felt so unreal, so absurdly unreal.

Liz recommended her to Peter simply because she had achieved self-sufficiency through scholarships and part-time jobs without relying on family support, completing her studies, and breaking through the invisible barriers of the American education system for the poor.

This certainly requires someone with exceptional ability and perseverance, one in ten thousand or even one in a hundred thousand, but that shouldn't be the reason she was hired.

So was it because of Liz's favor, or—

Mary Jane thought of the look Tony Stark, that infamous playboy, had given Peter yesterday.

So, besides her duties as a secretary, do she have to do anything else? Mary Jane bit her lip.

A six-figure monthly salary is really high, so high that she couldn't earn that much even if she sold noodles or other products.

Besides the money, this job also brought her a social status that was dizzyingly high.

She was present at yesterday's meeting and banquet.

From the conversations between her boss and those superheroes, it's not hard to deduce what kind of power and status he possesses.

As the job closest to his, the contacts in her phone will change from her original model agent, casting director,

Photographers, magazine editors, and fellow actors transform into Fantastic Four members, Avengers, White House secretaries, New York City mayors, and members of Congress.

so good.

Countless girls younger and prettier than her would give their bodies for her and still not be able to get her.

Mary Jane gripped the seatbelt even tighter.

She had countless opportunities to take shortcuts while she was in school, to earn money faster, without having to waste all her free time for a wage of less than $10 an hour.

So, is it time to take a shortcut?

"I think I should just give up," Mary Jane thought. "I'll observe for a few more days. If the boss has any bad feelings towards me, I'll just quit."

The Camry stopped in front of an old apartment building, and Mary Jane was about to unbuckle her seatbelt and get out of the car when Peter interrupted her.

"Can you drive?"

Mary Jane replied, "Yes, what's wrong?"

Peter pointed to the car keys and unbuckled his seatbelt: "You can keep the car. You can drive it to work tomorrow. I'm leaving now."

After Peter finished speaking, he disappeared from the driver's seat, leaving Mary Jane in disbelief, covering her mouth and stunned in the passenger seat.

Inside the library at the New York Holy See.

Peter suddenly appeared beside the king, startling him so much that he jumped up from his seat as the king was leaning his face close to Sarah's.

Sarah rose and gave Peter a mage's salute: "Your Excellency."

Wang glared at Peter resentfully, his face showing an expression that said, "You ruined my plans."

"What is it?" Wang asked irritably.

Peter cast a spell, and countless papers flew out from a hidden corner of the library, swirling around him before finally being collected into his hand.

Peter dusted off the magic contract in his hand and said, "Get ready, I'll take you to sign the contract."