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

"I mean, it's incredible!"

Gwen looked at the coffee in her hand and said to Peter: "I thought the existence of magic was incredible. If magic really exists, then the magician should have at least a doctorate."

"PhD?"

"Reciting spells, throwing lightning, teleportation, energy transmission, telepathy, etc., are just like systematic disciplines. Isn't it extremely difficult to master these things? At least you have to be absolutely smart."

Gwen seems to have said something very reasonable.

"Maybe."

Peter put down the coffee cup and said to Gwen: "This is not difficult. It is indeed difficult to create magic out of thin air, but if you change the way and steal energy from a god or demon, magic will be born out of thin air. "

Peter thought of the ancient line of mages and the magical energy that Strange would control in the future.

Since Ancient One has not found a suitable successor, in order to protect the earth from being occupied by other magical dimensions, Ancient One has been absorbing energy through the dark dimension.

I wonder if there is an Ancient One in this universe?

If there is one, is the other person male or female?

Peter raised his head and said to Gwen: "But this may come at a high price. There is an equivalent formula for everything."

Gwen thought about it, "Just like humans used the fire stolen by Prometheus, but they will eventually be punished, right? Because the moment humans use fire, original sin was born, but there are still many people who are willing to risk it. Use fire at your own risk.”

Peter was slightly startled after hearing Gwen's words.

Did Gwen overhear what she said to Helen.

After thinking for a while, he looked up and said to Gwen: "Yes, this is the price."

"Then Teacher Helen is a little pitiful."

Gwen didn't know the background of Teacher Helen and thought that he was a traditional magician.

The witches who used to be burned at the stake.

Although magic is powerful, it is accompanied by a tragic fate that cannot be escaped.

After all, if they really follow what Peter said and stole the energy from the outer world, they would have been guilty of original sin from the beginning.

After thinking wildly for a while, she asked Peter: "Then she really agreed to the settlement? Also, is the black werewolf-killing creature that appeared in the live broadcast her pet?"

"As for reconciliation, we only signed a temporary truce agreement. Although she knows our identity, her biggest enemy is not us. As for that creature, you will see it again in the future."

Peter said to Gwen ambiguously.

"Well, I don't want to see that horrible creature."

Gwen muttered quietly.

But then she remembered something and asked Peter, "Why was she so hostile to you in the first place?"

"Maybe when we were fighting, she suffered a loss, so she was very angry."

Peter went on to explain to her, "Some women are just that big-hearted."

Gwen nodded. Although she felt that this sentence was a bit wrong, she could not find a reason to refute it for the time being.

She suddenly remembered a woman - black cat!

This woman who usually pretends to be a rock star is the kind of woman with a strange mind!

"Kacha!"

As soon as Gwen opened the door, she heard snoring coming from the room that was louder than her jazz drum.

She looked towards the sofa and found her father lying on the sofa to rest.

George Stacey, who had one arm on his pillow, fell asleep directly on the sofa, perhaps because he was too tired.

Gwen didn't wake her father up. She exhaled and sat on the chair next to her.

It was already seven o'clock in the evening.

After leaving the airport, she and Peter separated in the cafe and went straight back home.

I took out my phone and found that all the hot news was the JFK Airport terrorist attack.

If Peter had not subdued this group of terrorists in time, I am afraid more innocent passengers would have been harmed.

As soon as Gwen put down her phone, she saw her father getting up from the sofa.

"Gwen?"

George was stunned for a moment when he saw his daughter in the room, and looked at the clock hanging on the wall.

"I slept for two hours?"

Gwen said to her father: "Maybe you are too tired, Dad, and you need to rest."

"There have been a lot of things happening recently, and the police department is understaffed, so everyone is in my state."

George said as he walked to the coffee machine.

"There was also a terrorist attack at JFK Airport today. It was an eventful time."

As he spoke, he made himself a cup of hot coffee, then took milk from the refrigerator and added it.

Gwen looked at the milk coffee made by her father and felt a little guilty.

Because George told her that drinking coffee would affect her development since she was a child, the breakfast he prepared for her every time was steak with a large glass of milk.

Although she would rather have a delicious wheat cake for breakfast.

Of course, it would have been nice to have a root soda.

I thought about my date with Peter in a coffee shop and that I drank a lot of coffee.

If his father knew about it, he would definitely instill in him the theory of drinking less coffee.

"Dad, you still work for the Special Crimes Squad?"

Gwen asked her father.

"yes."

"So have you changed your mind about Spider-Man? I mean, he saved a lot of people again today. Maybe he's just a good guy who is passionate about helping people."

Gwen wants to change her father's opinion of Spider-Man.

George put down his milk coffee and said to Gwen: "It doesn't matter, Gwen. Even if I think he is a good person, it won't change anything."

"Why?"

"Because the world is neither black nor white, but gray in the middle. Everyone looks at the problem from a different angle and standpoint, so they draw different conclusions."

Gwen said with some depression: "This is different from what you taught me before, Dad. I remember asking you why you protected this city. You said that no one forced you to do it because you were willing. At that time, I felt that you were willing to do so. 'It's such a cool word, it's so humble and brave."

"But dad, the justice you insist on has begun to slip into the middle ground."

Hearing Gwen say this, George was stunned.

After a while, he slowly put down the mug in his hand.

Are you really sliding towards compromise and going with the flow? !

He thought about the threatening phone call he had received in the office during the day.

Because he had previously sent Matt Murdock, Kingpin's number one villain, to prison, and began investigating Kingpin's crimes, he suffered hostility from Kingpin's forces.

It was the Jin Bin forces who called him and threatened him today.

When the other party threatened his daughter, he did hesitate for a moment.

Seeing the disappointment on Gwen's face, George walked over and touched his daughter's hair and said, "No, I will always insist on my own justice, Gwen, in my way."

at the same time.

Fisk Building.

A grand dinner is being held in the banquet hall.

The people attending the dinner were all New York celebrities and dignitaries.

The Kingpin whom George thought of - Wilson Fisk, was accepting the mayor's compliments.

"It is because of your generosity and donations that the Brooklyn Bridge's repairs were successfully completed and it was able to recover after the terrorist attacks."

The gray-haired but energetic mayor, holding a goblet, looked tall and tall to people. Kingpin, who had to raise his head to speak, said: "Only when this city needs help the most can we know who is the most important in the city." A reliable friend.”

"And I know now, Mr. Fisk, that you are New York's true friend."

Being so complimented by the mayor, Fisk had a humble smile on his face.

He smiled bitterly, holding the wine glass and clinking it with the goblet in the mayor's hand, "Please spare me."

The reporters attending the dinner noticed the conversation between the mayor and Jin Bin and gathered around.

The flashing lights kept sounding.

Although many reporters here knew that the smiling fat man in front of him was not a good person.

Drug trafficking, theft, murder

It seems that behind every illegal case in Zhongcheng District, there is the Fisker Group.

But the irony is that he only used a dollar bill to turn himself into a good person.

Even if they thought so, no reporter present was stupid enough to say it.

Everyone was clicking their shutters frantically to record the intimate conversation between the mayor and Kingpin.

"Mr. Fisk, are you aware of today's terrorist attack at JFK Airport?"

"I heard that the president of Stark Group was almost kidnapped. What do you think?"

"Spider-Man appears on the scene. Do you think he is a hero? There are recent rumors that the police department is planning to arrest him. Do you think this is correct?"

Reporters asked Kingpin a lot of questions.

Kingpin was very unhappy being surrounded by reporters for interviews, but he did not have an attack.

The bodyguards not far from him immediately came up to separate these reporters.

Despite this hiccup, the dinner ended smoothly.

After all the guests had left, Kingpin returned to his office alone.

His office is on the 34th floor of the Fisk Building.

The interior decoration of the office is luxurious and magnificent.

It looks more like a vacation home than a commercial office.

Sitting in the manager's chair, the kind smile on his face immediately disappeared and was replaced by a face full of gloom.

Although he is wearing a white suit and has a fat body, he has nothing to do with kindness at this time.

"what happened?"

He opened his mouth and said to his subordinates: "Ask the Spider Silk side. I have provided them with weapons. Are they planning to stage a big battle?"

Kingpin already knew the identities of those who attacked the airport.

After all, these people have a lot of connections with him.

The organization is called "Spider Silk" and is a mysterious organization mainly engaged in illegal smuggling and human organ trading.

In addition, they may be engaged in illegal human experiments.

Although he did not know the real boss of this organization, he worked closely with him.

After all, the other party can always provide some medicine that seems incredible.

Such as drugs that turn ordinary people into super soldiers, and technology to regenerate severed limbs.

These are very useful existences to him.

That's why he agreed to provide weapons to these guys.

Unexpectedly, the other party would attack a celebrity like Tony Stark at the airport.

This playboy is anything but the jerk he appears to be.

If he is found out and comes to his side.

Thinking of this, he felt impetuous.

After his men dialed the number of the senior executive of "Spider Silk", Kingpin took the phone and prepared to talk to the other party.

"I'm Fisk, your hands are stretched too far!"

Kingpin came up and warned the other party rudely.

"This is not a joint project between us, Mr. Fisk."

Unexpectedly, a woman's voice came from the other end of the phone.

Kingpin asked the other party suspiciously: "Who are you?"

The guy he was in contact with before was a man.

Could it be that there has been a change of people within the "Spider Silk" organization?

"You can call me Spider Silk, but it doesn't matter. It's just a code name, Mr. Fisk. The cooperation between us has always been pleasant, so I hope it will be the same in the future."

Kingpin frowned and said, "But you are unruly."

"We all make the rules together, right?"

A woman's voice came from the microphone, "For example, we can still help you with the next actions."

Jin Bin asked the other party warily: "What can you help me with?"

"We know that you have always wanted to kill Officer George Stacey. After all, he has been causing trouble for you. But I heard that you are looking for a killer. Don't you want to kill Officer George?"

Of course Kingpin would not admit it.

Although he was very shocked, the other party actually knew what he was planning recently.

After hanging up the phone, the expression on his face kept changing.

It seemed that the mystery of this "Spider Silk" organization exceeded my expectations.

At this time, he felt that his agreement to cooperate with "Spider Silk" might not be beneficial to him.

other side.

Cindy Moon, who finished the phone call with Kingpin, fell into deep thought after hanging up the phone.

She herself is the leader behind "Spider Silk".

Those words just now were just a warning to Kingpin.

In fact, she had no interest in killing Gwen's father.

But she wanted to see how Gwen would fight Jin.

She knew how difficult this guy was.

This guy is the largest underworld leader in New York and even the entire United States. He is thoughtful and intelligent, and more than 90% of his body is made up of muscles.

Moreover, the opponent's strength is amazing, he can punch through a wall with his bare hands, and he is also a world-class fighting master.

Jin Bin's father was originally a small gang leader, but he died on the street due to a gang fight.

From then on, Jin Bin, who had a deeper understanding of the social law of the jungle and the strong, became ambitious to build his own "underworld empire".

Driven by this goal, Wilson joined the New York gang and committed all kinds of crimes including burning, killing, and looting, and finally ascended to the throne of the New York gang leader.

However, this did not allow him to be satisfied. This almost crazy guy used his innate evil mind to massacre other gangs, trying to control all gangs.

And while he was trying to build up the gang's power, he still didn't stop training.

He would practice with a group of fighting masters from all over the world every day, one against ten every time. However, each training session could not last more than 20 seconds, and the opponents he trained were both dead and injured.

According to himself, his huge size is not due to obesity, but all muscle.

There are so many things about this man that are beyond ordinary people. He is extremely evil, cunning, and powerful beyond all doubt.

Moreover, he colluded with many senior government officials and allowed many politicians to act as his protective umbrella.

If Gwen faced such an opponent, he might not win so easily.

She raised her head and looked out into the dark night.

But if that man was involved, maybe.

Parker's house.

That man, Peter Parker, is being criticized by Uncle Ben and Aunt May.

"Coffee? Honey."

Uncle Ben came over with coffee.

Aunt May said from the side: "I can't stand it."

"Can't stand anything? My coffee?"

Uncle Ben thought he was talking about himself, so he coughed and put the coffee on the table, "Believe me, dear, I know it tastes bad, but I have been used to this taste for 42 years. Maybe it will get better after tasting it for a long time." It tastes good.”

"If the shoreline dries out, I'll make you some from my secret recipe."

Uncle Ben was interrupted by Aunt Mei before he finished speaking.

"Ben, we were talking about Peter."

Aunt May glared at Uncle Ben dissatisfied, "Peter stayed out all night last time and came back very late this time. What should I do if he gets into bad habits like a bad boy?"

Peter, sitting on the sofa, accepted Aunt May's criticism without refuting.

If she were an ordinary high school student, there would be nothing wrong with Aunt Mei thinking this way.

After all, her starting point is to care about her nephew's growth.

After Uncle Ben glanced at Peter, he thought for a moment and put down the coffee in his hand.

"I know why."

Uncle Ben suddenly said to the two of them.

Peter raised his head and looked at Uncle Ben in surprise.

Uncle Ben knows the reason? !

Aunt Mei was also stunned, "What?"

"I mean I know why, and the reason is that Peter fell in love."

Uncle Ben smiled at Peter and said to Aunt May: "Young men always like to chase what they like and become addicted to it. This is normal."

Aunt Mei thought about it and felt that it made some sense.

She asked her husband, "Are you sure?"

"Of course, what Peter told me, he said he fell in love with a girl's freedom, her freedom, that he fell in love with fantasy."

Uncle Ben said something that left Peter speechless.

Have you said this yourself?

Is it really okay for Uncle Ben to make up such a love story for himself?

"Are you saying that Peter often comes home late because he is in love with Gwen?"

Aunt May was obviously led astray, and she began to take an interest in Peter's love.

"It's because of Gwen."

Uncle Ben coughed unnaturally and said.

Peter fell silent after hearing the name.

He thought Uncle Ben was talking about Spider-Woman directly!

After all, the object described here doesn't look like Gwen, but more like Spider-Woman.

Do you like Gwen's freedom and unconventionality?

Do you like the fantasy in Gwen?

How did Uncle Ben see it? !

"I told you, Peter, there are some things you can't do, and you are not allowed to spend the night outside, even though I support you and Gwen."

After knowing that Peter was dating, Aunt May didn't ask any more questions.

After all, she still liked Gwen very much.

But she still hoped that Peter could understand some restraint.

"Of course."

Peter promised Aunt May.

After he went upstairs, his mobile phone suddenly received a call from Helen.

"Peter, I found out!"

"What did you find out?"