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

What do you want?

Or what is your pursuit in this world?

He always thought that he had no pursuit.

All he was struggling with was survival.

At first, his chest was parasitized by aliens, and he was always shrouded in the threat of death.

Later, the alien on his chest stopped, but what troubled him was the existence of the alien in his body.

What is the hierarchical relationship in the alien world?

Is it Peter Parker who has passed through his soul, or is it the alien in the other person's chest?

These questions have always troubled him deeply.

"Can I ask you a question now?"

Reed asked Peter cautiously.

He now wants to explore, what is Peter's true inner thoughts?

Although this is a bit rude, I am the kind of person who keeps secrets.

"What do you want to ask?"

"Are you short of money?"

Reed suspected that Peter got the winning lottery numbers from him simply because he wanted to get rich.

"No shortage."

Peter, wearing a strange-looking helmet, raised his head and slowly looked at Reed.

"Because my true identity is an alien. I came to conquer the earth. The first step I have to do is to snatch a child with extraordinary talents like you back to my home planet."

Perhaps it was because Peter's expression was so realistic that Reed was frightened and took a step back.

With fear in his eyes, he said with a trembling voice: "I may not be the smartest, can you put me at the end to catch you?"

He felt that he could still have a chance to escape.

Seeing that the naughty kid was frightened by him again, Peter took off his hat and handed it to the stunned Reed.

"It's good stuff, but it shouldn't affect me."

He could feel this thing affecting his spirit.

Consciousness seems to be bound by this instrument worn on the head, and something in the spiritual sea resonates with it.

Even so, after time traveling, his mental power was extremely strong, allowing him to overcome this kind of mental control.

"Can you give me this hat?"

Peter asked him.

Only then did Reid realize that he had been deceived. He blushed and felt that he had been embarrassed just now and wanted to refuse.

But the next second Peter put forward the conditions he was speechless with.

"I can lend you money."

Reed's eyes flashed and he asked Peter, "Really? I may need a lot of money."

"What do you want the money for?"

Peter asked him.

Reed hesitated, and finally told Peter the truth, "I studied quantum physics at Princeton University before, and I wanted to study something."

"Quantum physics?"

Peter looked at the naughty kid in front of him in surprise.

Even if the "Mr. Fantastic" of this time and space is a child, he is exposed to quantum physics so quickly? !

"I believe there are aliens, certainly not liar aliens like you."

Reed said to Peter: "Just like the Vampire Queen, maybe she really comes from an alien planet, and the monsters in Bear Mountain, maybe they are all existences from different time and space. Although time is irreversible, I may be able to create a time machine and travel to other parallel universes.”

"Maybe in some parallel time and space, there really is an existence like the Vampire Princess."

Reed expressed his suspicion.

If someone says that they can build a machine that travels through parallel time and space, Peter thinks that the other person may be talking nonsense.

But if it was the "Mr. Fantastic" in front of him, Peter thought it was possible.

After all, he had built a machine that could resurrect the dead.

"How much do you need?"

Peter asked him slowly.

"Are you going to sponsor me?"

Reed looked at Peter excitedly.

"Yes, but there is one condition: I must have the right to use the time machine you invented."

"certainly."

Reed agreed, "We are a team now, of course."

Ten minutes later.

After leaving Reed's house, Peter stood on the rooftop of an office building.

He was covered in a black exoskeleton, and his body almost blended into the night.

Beside him stood the alien "Queen" with a chilling aura all over her body.

As if she wanted to listen to the heartbeat of the alien embryo in Peter's body, the "Queen" moved towards him, wanting to stick to his chest.

Peter reached out and stroked the alien's head.

He cast his gaze towards the city skyline in the distance, shrouded in darkness and gradually filled with fog.

When I put on that hat, a figure appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness, and gradually became clear, occupying my spiritual world.

If that hat could really reflect your inner subconscious.

So the most important thing I care about is her?

Peter took out his phone and flipped through the photo album.

A picture of Gwen smiling appeared on the phone screen.

"Smiling can be a good thing, after all, it means something good is likely to happen."

Gwen didn't know Peter was thinking of her.

At this time, she was sitting on the bed, sorting her things.

There are boxes and boxes all around, containing her countless Cleola dolls, some intact, some damaged, and some no longer responsive.

There were boxes and boxes of her Sesame Street posters, clothes and God knows what else.

"I love this smiling doll."

Gwen put the smiling Cleola doll into the box.

The reason why she packed her things at night was simply because she was too excited.

Although I felt a little bad after talking to my father.

But she soon received an email.

An email sent by Black Cat to himself!

Maybe it should be called Felicia. Hardy is more appropriate.

This well-known rock star in New York sent an email to invite himself to her concert.

My Mary Janes Band is just a campus band, but if I can perform with Hardy, it would be my biggest dream.

"Okay, I gotta calm down!"

Gwen lay down and let her blond hair flow across the bed.

She looked at the clock hanging on the wall. The time already pointed to eleven o'clock at night.

Although it was a little late, she still couldn't wait to share her joy.

"The first one."

Gwen muttered, taking her phone and quickly dialing Peter's number.

"Peter, great news!"

"What?"

"I'm going to the Black Cat concert, sorry, it's Felicia Hardy, but it doesn't matter, we all know her name, I mean, it's incredible, she's a big star."

Peter, who was masturbating to "Alien" on the roof, calmly said to Gwen: "Yes, she is a big star, but at night she is still a thief who likes to steal things."

Peter was looking at Gwen's photo, but he didn't expect that the owner suddenly called.

He coughed and said to Gwen: "Just like Gwen, you are an ordinary high school girl on the surface, but secretly you are a spider woman who is admired by many people."

Gwen stroked the Cleola silk doll in her arms with her hands, with a smile on her lips.

"Are you worried that I'm going to mess up? Peter, I always mess up everything at the critical moment."

She suddenly lost confidence again.

At the same time, she was also a little frustrated.

He always showed his vulnerable side in front of Peter.

It might not be good if Spider-Woman is known to be a dependent person.

But I can't help but want to rely on Peter.

“I’ll be looking forward to the show.”

Peter comforted Gwen, "I believe in you more."

Gwen lay down and said to Peter: "Actually, I would rather perform for you alone than for many people, Peter. I mean, it's better to be your own rock star."

After saying this, Gwen immediately hung up the phone.

"I am following my destiny. After all, Peter is Anne's father."

She quickly found a reason for her confession.

The daughter of herself and Peter in her dream seemed to be named Anne.

If there really is a parallel world, maybe this has actually happened.

Gwen fell asleep in her cartoon pajamas, thinking wildly in her mind.

The next day, early morning.

Stark Group.

"The tanker trucks, the garbage trucks, the people who go to work in Bangor or Brewer during the day and drive home at night, that broken road, there is no peace for a moment, there are constant trucks, and my God, it can be noisy sometimes. Wake me up, and I sleep like a dead pig."

Tony was in an extremely bad mood because of staying in a hotel.

"Tony, don't get hung up on these small things. What's important is our cooperation with the Wallen Group."

Obadiah asked him about the acquisition of Valen Mining.

Tony, who was full of anger, naturally didn't like this bastard mining company at all, especially the bastard Danvers, the president of Warren.

The other party directly sealed the entrance to the mine and watched the expedition team members die.

"I know how important things are."

Tony said to Obaday: "Like now I have to meet someone, so excuse me."

Flashing the key in his hand to the other party, Tony turned and walked out.

Obadiah, who was used to Tony's willful style of doing things, just frowned slightly.

He asked Tony's back: "Can I ask which beautiful girl you dated?"

Tony raised his hand, "You guessed it, man, a big beauty!"

He did have a date with a beautiful woman.

Sitting in the sports car, he drove onto the road.

"Upload the information about the Vampire Princess to my terminal."

Tony said to the intelligent system in the car.

If the murals in the ruins are true, then the ones fighting those creatures are the vampires.

The Vampire Queen claims to be a vampire from another planet, maybe she knows something.