I am not Spider-Man because I am parasitized by an alien!

Peter didn't know that SHIELD had already noticed himself, Gwen, and the existence of the alien.

At this time, he was preparing a place for the "Queen" to live.

There was no possibility of accommodating the "Queen" where he lived now.

Although it could be placed in the basement, he immediately stopped this dangerous idea when he thought of the serious consequences that might be caused by Aunt May and Uncle Ben finding out.

Using the money in his hand, he rented an abandoned villa in a nearby park, and Peter temporarily placed the alien there.

After high school, he could rent a house in the name of college, so it wouldn't be so troublesome.

Sitting on a chair in a nearby park, Peter fell into deep thought.

Just now, the "Queen" wanted to leave with him.

It took him a long time to calm it down.

Peter could feel its thoughts.

Probably wanting to protect himself and fulfill the duties of a guardian.

What is this?

He became the queen, and the "Queen" became a worker bee to protect himself?

When he turned on his phone, all the push notifications on it were news of the murder of the hunter Kraven.

He even saw a piece of news about Tony Stark.

This guy accepted a media visit and claimed that he would establish a "supernatural creature research fund" and said that he would study ways to deal with these creatures.

Although he was deeply involved in the scandal with a beautiful reporter, he still had the energy to express his opinions.

While browsing the news, Helen suddenly sent him a text message.

"Is the Queen okay now?"

"You can come and see for yourself. Our status is not divorced, and you have not been deprived of the custody of the 'Queen'. Naturally, I can't stop you from visiting it."

Helen quickly sent a text message back: "Bad metaphor, but it's a good idea. It seems that I have to change my identity."

"What identity?"

"You will know when the time comes."

"Okay, I'm looking forward to it."

Putting down the phone, Peter prepared to go back.

As soon as he stood up, he found a white child standing in front of him.

"Sir, can I lend you two dollars?"

A boy of seven or eight years old, with long light brown hair and a cunning look in his eyes that did not match his age.

"Today is Wednesday."

Peter checked the time on his phone. "It's 10 a.m., and you should be in school at your age, not in the park, so, are you skipping classes?"

Peter, who never mentioned his own skipping, began to condemn the children for skipping classes.

"I didn't skip classes."

The boy who borrowed money from Peter said confidently, "I'm studying, and this is also a way of learning. After all, I can't waste all my time in school."

Peter's interest was aroused when he heard the other party's arrogant words.

"What grade are you in now? Fifth grade or fourth grade?"

"It has nothing to do with age."

The boy put his hands in his pockets and said to Peter: "In school, many students have basically zero cultural knowledge after more than ten years of education. Although I think the science knowledge taught by school teachers is very simple, many students are still learning basic algebra after graduating from high school."

Peter looked at this pretending to be mature child, raised his eyebrows, and asked him: "Then are you still learning basic algebra?"

"Before I was in the first grade, I used calculus to solve problems."

Peter looked at this pretending child and wanted to slap him and ask who you learned from at such a young age.

"Then what are you going to do with the money?"

He finally decided to talk to the child properly.

"Buy lottery tickets."

The boy said righteously.

"What?"

You Timo borrowed my money to buy lottery tickets?

Faced with such an American kid, Peter slowly stretched out his hand.

Slapping him may be the best choice.

"Also, I'm not borrowing money, I'm looking for your investment, I can give you half of the bonus."

The boy didn't notice Peter's dangerous hand, but wanted to get two dollars from Peter by using the method of empty-handed tricks.

"How much money can you give me?"

"At least five hundred dollars, with a return on investment of 250%, which is definitely a return worth the money."

The boy seemed determined to win his lottery plan.

"Really? Why don't you buy it?"

"Because they won't sell lottery tickets to minors, and there are risks involved."

Peter took out two dollars from his pocket and asked him: "What risk? The risk of losing all the money?"

"Of course not."

The boy said to Peter confidently: "I have collected the winning information of 45,000 people in total, and found a pattern from these numbers, that is, all the winning times are November 23, November 29 and May 27 in different years, and today is November 23."

Peter nodded. "Is that all?"

"Of course it's more than that. If these three days every year happen to be Wednesdays or Saturdays, the winning numbers will be limited to a formula."

The boy talked eloquently, "I have calculated this formula. This formula will generate some numbers, which will limit the winning numbers to the numbers I calculated. The probability of winning the first prize will change from one in ten million to one in two hundred. So as long as you buy 200 sets of numbers, one of the numbers will definitely win the first prize."

After listening to the other party's story, Peter felt that it was a bit too outrageous.

What kind of lottery company would have such outrageous loopholes?

Peter asked the boy: "Then why don't you buy 200 sets of numbers to win the first prize?"

The boy scratched his head, "I don't have that much money. Also, I suspect that the system of the lottery company is deliberately implanted with code. If I claim the jackpot and ruin their good deeds, they will definitely find me." My troubles won't attract their attention as long as I win a small prize."

"I don't want to get into trouble, I just want to buy a used separator."

He blinked and asked Peter: "So can you buy a lottery ticket for me? The lottery is about to be drawn."

As he said this, he handed a number to Peter and asked expectantly.

Seeing how confident the other party said it, Peter also decided to give it a try.

If you lose all your investment, it’s not bad to deal with the naughty kid again.

Ten minutes later.

Peter looked at the lottery ticket in his hand, then at the lottery information on the screen of his mobile phone, and fell into silence.

He did win!

And the bonus was exactly what the boy said, it was really a thousand dollars.

Is he really a genius? !

Instead of pocketing the $1,000, he kept his promise and handed the $500 to the excited boy. Peter asked him, "What's your name?"

"Reed Richards."

The boy said his name.

Peter was slightly startled when he heard the name.

Even if he doesn't know much about the Marvel world, he knows this name.

Mr. Fantastic in the Fantastic Four is Reed Richards.

The other party has a super high IQ and has been known as the smartest scientist in the Marvel universe for a long time.

At the same time, his superpower is quite special. His body can change its shape at will to meet the needs of different combat scenarios.

But Peter had a hard time connecting the boy in front of him with the guy who was known as the smartest guy on earth.

This is the genius scientist who is known as "from predicting reality to reversing life and death, there is no device that he cannot create."

Turning his attention to "Mr. Fantastic" who was as happy as if he had received a birthday gift, Peter asked him: "Do you know Susan Stone? (Invisible Woman)"

Reed thought for a moment and shook his head, "I don't know."

"Do you know Doom?"

"No, should I know?"

Reed tilted his head and looked at Peter, "Are they your friends?"

"No, it should be yours."

As Peter spoke, he reached out and pinched his face, pulling it outward hard, causing Reed to grimace in pain.

The feel is normal, not that rubber man "Mr. Fantastic" whose body is elastic and can reshape any part of the body.

"I don't have friends named Susan or Doom. My best friend is named Ben Grimm."

Reed said without warning.

Hearing the name, Peter thought about it for a moment.

Although I have seen the Fantastic Four movies in my previous life, my memory is not very clear.

This guy named Ben Graeme seems to be the Thing from the Fantastic Four.

Is the "Mr. Fantastic" in this world a child?

Being pinched by Peter, Shota Reed was a little angry.

"What you just did was rude. Maybe you should explain your behavior to me."

Reed said in a mature adult tone.

"Perhaps we can reach further cooperation, Reed."

Peter looked like a strange man who saw Mr. Shota, smiling "with evil intentions".

at the same time.

Stark Tower.

"Tony, our stock price fell over three percent yesterday."

Vice President Obadiah walked to Tony's office. Holding a newspaper in his hand, he said to Tony: "Did you say you wanted to acquire 24% of Lundin Mining's shares?"

"Although Lundin Mining is surrounded by scandals, this is also a good opportunity for us to acquire them."

Tony glanced at his phone, "By the way, I ordered a pie, do you want to try it?"

"We were talking about stocks, Tony. When did you fall in love with pie?"

"Just last night."

Tony coughed, "I discovered that banana pie tastes good and contains potassium, which homeopathic medicine can use to treat mental illness."

"Mental illness? What kind of mental illness do you have?"

"Hurt by a woman."

Tony said seriously.

"I told you, Tony, stay away from those women. Some women are not so easy to get rid of."

Obadiah knew about Tony being accused by a beautiful reporter.

"Thank you for the experience, Obadiah."

Tony picked up the newspaper as he spoke and leaned his back on the table, "But you don't have to worry about the stock price falling recently. Everyone has forgotten about us now."

As he spoke, he placed the newspaper on the table, and the headline on the front page appeared - "Kraven the Hunter was killed by werewolves and unknown creatures!"

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