Marvel: Embark on a demon-hunting journey with Spider-Man!

Chapter 82 Spider-Man is surrounded by villains!

But between dignity and power, he chose power.

Immediately, Sitwell turned around and forced a fawning smile.

"Master, let's go."

Mark patted Bruce's bald head. "Bruce, let's go."

"The plot is a bit boring this time. I should have skipped it," he muttered.

Sitwell pretended not to hear.

He gestured for his men to make way, allowing Spider-Man to walk at the front.

He's the real boss!

He also wanted to know what Spider-Man was going to do next.

Mark, who was walking ahead, glanced at the mission prompt in front of him.

[You have chosen to support the guild leader's faction; please integrate with them as soon as possible.]

"So he was one of the president's men. No wonder Vice President Fak fainted from fright."

Mark suddenly realized that everything made sense.

Thinking it over, he stopped and waved for Bruce to come forward.

"Bruce, we need to work on our relationship with them."

Sitwell frowned. "Making things right?"

It refers to...

"Bruce, use your social skills to win them over!" Mark patted the bald man's head again.

Sitwell:

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He touched his bald head and felt a chill run down his spine.

That's really powerful.

"Yes, Master, I will try to get along with them."

Sitwell agreed.

After all, he was originally one of "them".

Seeing that Spider-Man was still acting normally, he then took out his phone.

"It's me. I succeeded. Spider-Man has fallen for my seduction spell. I can bring them to you now."

After half an hour.

Brooklyn, an ordinary psychological counseling room.

"Hey, ma'am, how have you been lately?"

Sitwell brought Mark here and greeted the receptionist like an old friend.

The receptionist rolled her eyes and said impatiently, "Doctor Faustus is inside."

She glanced at Mark with some surprise, but didn't scream with excitement because Mark was Spider-Man.

This piqued Mark's curiosity.

"As expected of church members, they are unmoved even by a handsome witcher like me. It seems there are quite a few excellent witchers here."

He made up his mind to keep a low profile later.

After all, he was just a mid-level Witcher.

Before long, he followed Bruce into the church, where he saw a group of witchers dressed in holy armor praying before the statue of the chairman.

"Boom boom boom~"

The so-called psychological counseling room was just a disguise; a wild and passionate dance party was being held inside.

"Hey, Sitwell, let's party!"

The red-bearded old man, well past fifty, raised his glass to greet Sitwell.

He was surrounded by a group of scantily clad women.

Sitters had no choice but to accept the waiter's glass.

"Dr. Faust, did you hear me? I've brought Spider-Man."

"I know."

Faust didn't seem to care at all; his old face was flushed, and his bloated, overweight body swayed wildly along with the women's bodies.

Seeing this, Sitwell could only turn and walk towards the alluring figure on the dance floor.

"Hey, Ophelia, I brought Spider-Man."

A sexy woman in a tight green leather outfit glanced sideways at Sitwell and said, "We'll talk later, I'm almost done dancing."

Sitwell:

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He looked around and finally spotted a familiar figure.

"Brock, when will this end?"

Brock drank his beer, looking quite drunk.

"I don't know, but our commander has already fallen, so we can just enjoy ourselves now."

He is the captain of a S.H.I.E.L.D. combat team and also Crossbones of Hydra.

Having been undercover for so many years, he had long wanted to return to the organization.

After all, he's allowed to drink here anytime.

Finally, as the dance floor lights suddenly turned bright, the group of women wisely left.

At the entrance, Pierce, dressed in a sharp suit, walked towards the crowd.

"Sitwell, I heard you brought Spider-Man," he asked excitedly.

Only then did Sitwell feel respected.

"certainly."

He pointed to the corner, where the invincible Spider-Man was sitting quietly in a chair.

He placed his hands on his lap, his back straight, like a well-behaved student at school.

"I beg the Holy Light to illuminate my bleak future..." he murmured to himself.

Pierce:

"Are you sure he's Spider-Man?" he asked Sitwell.

Sitwell was quite certain. "Of course."

A drunken Faust scrutinizes Mark.

"Are you sure he's the Spider-Man who shattered the Green Goblin's armor with one punch?" he asked Sitwell.

Sitwell was quite certain. "Of course."

Ophelia played with her fingers, her eyes filled with greed as she stared at Mark.

"Are you sure he's the Spider-Man who's strong enough to resist Wanda's magic?" she asked Sitwell.

Sitwell sighed helplessly, "Of course, he is Spider-Man."

Are you sure...?

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"Brock, you know he's Spider-Man, don't ask me anymore." He warned the restless Brock with his eyes.

Brock looked disappointed and shrugged, saying, "Sorry, I just wanted to fit in."

"I want to fit in with you all!"

Mark obediently raised his hand, his self-scanning light sweeping over the group of high-ranking demon hunters who exuded a powerful aura.

"Although I'm only an intermediate-level Witcher, I believe my strength is comparable to that of an advanced-level Witcher, because I also have Bruce, who is very powerful." He pointed at Sitwell.

Everyone instinctively looked at Sitwell.

Sitwell, on the other hand, straightened his back.

"Sorry, everyone, I'm Bruce now."

He used to be a complete weakling with no fighting ability, and his status among the crowd was low.

Now that he possesses Bruce's power, these guys pose no threat to him anymore.

As if he had seen through Sitwell's thoughts, Brock's lips curled into a slight smile.

"Sitwell, I admire your confidence."

He stood up, clenching his fists, and walked toward his opponent.

In the past, Sitwell would have been terrified.

But now, Sitwell's smile was full of disdain.

"Buzz~"

With a wave of his hand, the illusory holy light condensed into the shape of sharp claws.

On his way here, he had already asked Spider-Man about Bruce's skills.

He believed that he could defeat Brock even without using the Holy Light Darts.

As expected, the sharp aura of the Holy Light Claws was truly intimidating, and Brock's expression turned serious.

"Then let me see your strength!"

He roared and charged at the other person.

However, in the face of absolute power, Brock's actions were far too slow in Sitwell's eyes.

"boom!"

Sitwell dodged, and Brock's fist smashed the table in the process.

Before he could use his extensive combat experience to turn and kick, Sitwell had already grabbed his ankle.

"Get out!"

Sitwell sneered and forcefully flung Brock into the corner.

The battle ended in a split second.

Brock stood up, rubbed his shoulders, and his eyes became fiery.

Although he was not injured, he was deeply shocked.

"As expected of Bruce, who interests even adults, he's truly impressive."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mark screamed and rushed forward.

"Mr. Abu, you weren't hurt by Bruce, were you?" He groped around Brock's body haphazardly.

Brock quickly stepped back. "No, go away, don't come any closer."

"Oh, Mr. Abu, you really can't accept defeat."

Mark shook his head, then went to Bruce's side.

"You've seen it, my Bruce is very strong."

"Hehehe, indeed very strong."

Ophelia walked gracefully toward Spider-Man with cat-like steps.

She lightly touched Mark's chest with her long, slender, fair fingers, and her exquisite, alluring, and seductive face slowly approached Mark's face.

"Little guy, let me play the blues, how about it?"

Her figure was extremely alluring.

But Mark was horrified.

"What?"

Mark looked at him incredulously. "You want to have puppies with Bruce? Absolutely not, you have reproductive restrictions."

Ophelia:

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"Did I hear that right?" She turned to look at the crowd.

Pierce calmly said, "Spider-Man is a patient. Don't upset him."

"That's right."

Sitwell added, "If he suddenly loses control, none of us here can control him."

"I love treating patients the most."

Dr. Faustus suddenly burst into laughter, "Let me heal him!"

He reached out his evil hand to Mark.

But Ophelia slapped him away, saying, "He's mine."

She glanced at the crowd, her tone mocking.

"Now that Spider-Man is here, let's begin the real game!"

Upon hearing this, Sitwell seemed to understand something.

His face turned pale.

"We agreed that whoever controls Spider-Man first has the final say. Do you want to back out?"

Brock rubbed his hands together, teasingly saying, "It was agreed, but you've only become Bruce temporarily; the ending isn't certain yet."

That's right.

Faust slowly removed his gold-rimmed glasses, and his smile turned ferocious.

"The game has only just begun."

Seeing this, Sitwell quickly looked at Pierce.

"Pierce, say something!"

Pierce shrugged and was the first to kneel down and crawl toward Spider-Man.

"Hahaha, Master, I'm Bruce~~~"

One second he's a human, the next he's a dog.

Sitwell cursed under his breath for looking like a hypocrite, then noticed that the light emanating from his body had vanished.

"No!!"

His eyes were filled with terror, and he grabbed Mark's leg.

"Master, I am your Bruce!!"

"Wodefa!"

Mark kicked the disgusting guy away without hesitation.

With a single blow, the high-ranking witcher's disguise was completely torn apart.

[Abyss Ball Demon]

[Level: Terror]

"What?"

Mark's face turned deathly pale as he stared at the spherical demon that had emerged from human skin.

How could this be...?

These high-ranking demon hunters are actually puppets of the demons!

He finally understood.

The Church of Holy Light has been taken over by demons.

Vice President Fak is on the side of justice!

He chose the wrong side.

Thinking of this, Mark felt a chill run down his spine and subconsciously glanced at the crowd.

All the high-ranking witchers tore off their disguises.

Viper Troll

[Level: Terror]

[Undead Bone Demon]

[Level: Terror]

Pierre the Hellfire

[Level: Terror]

In an instant, the sacred church transformed into hell, and several terrifying demons unleashed boundless demonic power, instantly engulfing him.

"ah!!"

Mark struggled, clutching his head.

"No! Don't do this, I surrender, I surrender!!"

Spider-Man is screaming.

He fell into the devil's trap.

But nobody cares about Spider-Man's illness.

Their target is Bruce.

"Get out of here!"

Ophelia kicked the disgusting Sitwell away and then pounced on Spider-Man.

"Hehehe... Spider-Man, if you'll let me become Bruce, I'm willing to give up my body."

"Ophelia, Bruce is mine."

Brock showed absolutely no mercy; he grabbed the woman's hair and cursed her viciously.

"You filthy bitch, nobody wants a viper like you as a pet!"

Ophelia, despite her disheveled state, was not angry.

She just smiled, but there was an endless chill in her smile.

It resembles a venomous snake.

Because she is a viper.

Lady Hydra!

"Brock, a dead man can't become Bruce."

"What?"

Brock was startled to find green poisonous spots inexplicably appearing on the back of his hand, rapidly spreading towards his arm.

"No!!"

He gasped and backed away, his eyes filled with terror.

"Impossible! We've already received the serum, why would we still be poisoned by you?"

Ophelia slowly rose to her feet and sneered, "This is my new creation; the old serums are obviously useless now."

As a fellow Hydra member, she was required by custom to provide her companions with serum.

But she knew very well what kind of people were in Hydra.

Therefore, she cannot trust these guys.

It's also impossible to provide the other party with real serum, putting oneself in a passive position.