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

Chapter 160 Tony Stark is kidnapped again

The brakes sounded suddenly at the last moment.

But at this time, Kingpin had been knocked out.

At the same time.

In the opposite lane, a car drove towards this side.

Kingpin, who fell to the ground, felt a sharp pain.

The blood soon blurred his eyes.

He vaguely saw through the gray windshield that the female driver who was hitting him was talking on the phone.

The other party probably didn't notice the changes on the road at all.

Although Kingpin wanted to dodge, he was hit by the truck and couldn't move at all.

The car gradually approached, without any sign of slowing down.

The brakes sounded suddenly at the last moment.

Then the car body swayed forward like a shaking buttocks, but the brakes were not timely enough, and the car finally hit him.

Fortunately, when it finally hit the person, the car had begun to slow down.

But in the end, it still hit him with a "bang".

Although Jin Bing had a defense beyond ordinary people, such a collision still made him overwhelmed.

Now he felt that every inch of his skin, even his hair, began to hurt.

The woman driving the car was so scared that she was stunned.

The other party was probably in her fifties, and her golden hair had begun to turn white.

And her hairstyle, like that of a military instructor, meant that she was either a lesbian or a desperate housewife who was too lazy to comb her hair in the morning.

Jin Bing didn't know why he had so many associations when he saw the driver's appearance.

In his sight, the other party's mobile phone had fallen from his hand, but his hand was still on his ear.

That was as funny as it could be, but it was a pity that he was no longer in the mood for humor.

The woman seemed to have finally woken up and reached out to grab the car door to get out.

Jin Bing, who still had a trace of reason left, wanted to stand up, but saw a figure suddenly standing in front of him.

Peter looked at Jin Bing who was hit by two cars in succession, and didn't know whether to say he was lucky or unlucky.

He could have been saved if he was hit by a truck, but he was hit by a speeding car. Now he was completely hopeless.

Looking at the former gangster with blood gushing from the corner of his mouth, Peter confirmed his condition and turned to leave.

Watching Peter leave, blood foam flowed from the corner of Jin Bing's mouth, and the black consciousness of nothingness kept hitting his mind. Until it was completely submerged in black.

The next day, early in the morning.

Peter flipped through the Daily Bugle.

The headline of the newspaper reported that Jin Bing died in a traffic accident.

The emperor of the New York underground underworld has a great influence in New York.

Many people in the political and business circles expressed their condolences for his accidental death.

Gwen also noticed the news.

Originally, she thought about handing over the criminal evidence she found about Jin Bing to reporters or police, so that Jin Bing would be punished by law.

Now seeing the news of Jin Bing's death, she was very shocked.

"Why, are you surprised, Gwen?"

At this time, the two were in Peter's room, and Gwen was relieving her morning mood.

Suddenly seeing the news that Jin Bing died in a traffic accident, she was a little confused.

She didn't think about killing him last night, why did he suddenly have a traffic accident?

What happened after she left last night?

"No, no, I just didn't expect it, after all, it was too sudden."

Gwen didn't know how to tell Peter.

Say that she had a fight with Jin Bing last night?

But that was done privately, and she originally planned to hide it from Peter.

"He should be punished by law."

Gwen suddenly felt that this might be the other party's way to evade legal sanctions.

She read the criminal information of Jin Bing last night, which was enough to make him spend his life in prison.

Maybe this was the other party's way of getting out.

Gwen felt that maybe Jin was not really dead, and this might be his way of faking his death.

"The law will not punish a villain like him."

Peter put down the newspaper, "After all, there are many of his people in the court and the police station. If you want to trip him up, it's better to bypass these and let public opinion judge him."

He looked at Gwen's somewhat depressed face and said, "But these are not necessary, God will judge him."

And I am responsible for sending him to see God.

Peter added in his heart.

Gwen sat down, looked at the sunlight outside the window, and felt a little relieved.

Whether Kingpin was faking his death or really dead, it means that his power will disappear in New York.

This is a good thing.

Noon.

Peter asked his neighbor Helen out.

Gwen didn't know that Teacher Helen was her neighbor. Now she was busy with her English paper.

She even forgot the paper assignment assigned by her English teacher because of her participation in the Black Cat concert.

"Long-Boracay?"

Peter looked at Helen, who was dressed in a mature woman style, in surprise and asked her, "Why did you choose the meeting place here?"

"Where do you want to go, and how long will it take? If time permits, I don't mind."

Helen wore a sun hat and sunglasses, and under her shorts were a pair of slender long legs.

Peter looked at the beach in the distance outside the cafe and said to Helen, "Go east from Forest Hills in Queens, go all the way to the Garden Expressway, then go north, go all the way to Highway 72, and then go east along Highway 72 to Boracay."

Peter paused for a moment and then continued: "It's at least forty-five minutes away by car. You don't care about wasting time on the road."

Helen smiled and took out a pack of Virginie brand cigarettes from her pocket.

"Believe me, when you live long enough, time is the cheapest thing."

"You smoke?"

Peter asked her with a frown.

Helen lit the cigarette and said to Peter: "Smoke means a lot to me. Do you know how I fantasize about my own death?"

Without waiting for Peter to answer, she said:

"When I was old, I was skinny and skinny, and I walked off the porch and up the driveway shivering, with a light snow falling in the sky and a cold wind swirling and blowing flakes."

She spoke calmly.

"I came to the mailbox and took the letter, but when I turned around, I stepped on a piece of ice the size of my foot. My foot slipped, my body lost balance, and my head hit the mailbox. A few hours passed, and it was getting late. Snowflakes have fallen all over my face, but I am not dead yet.”

"After groping in his nightgown for a while, he took out a slender lady's cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it. This was the last thing he did before succumbing to the hypothermia and then facing death."

Then she shook her head, "Snow and smoke sound very romantic, don't they? But unfortunately, aging and death seem to be extremely distant things to me."

Putting out the cigarette, she asked Peter: "You killed Kingpin last night, right?"

Seeing her mentioning business so quickly, Peter also turned his attention to her.

"No, he was killed by his own fear."

"That's the fear you unleashed on him, and I know Kingpin, he was a cruel but determined guy."

Helen knew that Peter had many tricks that she didn't know about.

Just like last time in the cafe, I sent myself to hell.

If you don't discover the other party's flaw, you will probably fall for it.

"What I'm going to talk to you about is Kingpin."

Peter said to her seriously: "Kingpin is dead. I want to take over his power, but he doesn't come forward. Can you help me?"

Although Kingpin is dead, his Fisk Group has not disappeared.

Money, connections, especially those with super powers, these resources and power, if he can use them.

Then he would have more leverage when fighting against the so-called successor families in the parallel universe.

"I?"

Helen looked at Peter in surprise, "Are you sure you didn't say the wrong thing?"

Even if she sees that her future self and Peter seem to have a close relationship, it doesn't mean that she is boarding each other's ship now.

"Shouldn't you go to your Gwen for something like this? She's already living in your house."

Helen pretended to be surprised, "I thought you two would be close, but it seems like you don't trust her."

Peter picked up the juice, "This is not a question of trust, but a question of positioning. Can you imagine Gwen becoming the leader of the underworld?"

As he spoke, he handed her a bank card.

"There are five million funds here. I think you should be able to integrate his resources. After all, you used to be a senior member of the Hand."

Helen was slightly stunned when she saw Peter giving such a large sum of money to herself.

She looked up at Peter and asked, "Do you trust me so much?"

"Do I still have a choice?"

Peter said that the relationship between the two has been bound like this, especially since the queen was born, and the two have been in the same boat.

"You are right. The relationship between us is very complicated. I am the queen's mother and you are its father. This cannot be denied."

Helen put away the bank card and said to Peter: "I will get the Fisk Group for you. Although your money is just a drop in the bucket, treat it as a gift from me to you and the Queen."

She suddenly thought.

The money in this credit card seems to have been earned by this guy from buying lottery tickets.

And I still helped him operate it at that time.

Suddenly, I felt less moved.

"Right."

Peter took out a piece of paper and handed it to Helen.

"I need to buy some things. Some of them are contraband. Can you get them?"

He handed the other party the list of materials that Reid gave him that needed to be purchased.

There were some things inside that he couldn't buy on the black market, so he had to ask Helen for help.

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Looking at the items on the list, Helen suddenly felt that she was so moved just now.

Just these things.

Five million is really not much at all.

"Do you think of me as your wishing machine?"

Despite saying this, Helen did not reject Peter in the end.

She subconsciously wanted to see if she would really follow her destiny.

If the future you saw in the ghost swamp was yourself, how would you realize it?

night.

Peter returns home from his meeting with Helen.

Gwen is cooking with Aunt May.

Her cooking skills are actually quite good, especially Chinese food, which she has learned from the recipes.

In order to make myself feel like a hostess in this family.

Or the future hostess.

She wanted to learn from Aunt May how to make Peter's favorite food.

After Aunt May was busy in the kitchen for a while, Gwen came out with a grimace and said to Peter:

"Now I'm craving a sip of cure soda so that the chemical-laden juice can moisten my parched tongue."

Peter looked outside: "There are vending machines in the supermarket not far away."

"But what was there was a Melody vending machine. It was a very expensive Mountain Dew soda, not a cure soda."

Gwen said with some frustration: "I always have trouble controlling the heat. Chinese food is better. Cold dishes only need to be stirred or boiled in water. I always make mistakes when baking cookies."

Just as Peter was about to explain to her the greatness of Chinese food, Aunt May finished her phone call and entered the kitchen.

Gwen had no choice but to go in and continue to learn how to make cookies from Aunt May.

At the same time, news came out of the Gem Wasp that Peter was monitoring.

One of the wasps that was monitoring Tony Stark sent him a picture.

Tony Stark is currently planning to recruit superpowers to enter the mine tunnels.

So he is a member of his closely monitored group.

In the pitch-black night, a car was matte black, blending seamlessly with the night.

Then, suddenly, the headlights came on, and the light hit Tony right in the face.

Tony, who was coming out of the hotel, frowned and looked at the car.

He blocked the dazzling lights with his hands and couldn't see clearly who was sitting in the driver's and passenger's seats, but he suddenly felt that they were there, waiting for him.

He seemed to have made a big mistake by not letting his bodyguard follow him out.

The car's engine was still running when the front door was opened.

Two sturdy men got out of the car. They were not in a hurry, each holding a pistol in their hands.

Tony cursed secretly, knowing that the other party was coming for him.

He plotted an escape route—to the parking lot at the back of the street, or down the block to the right.

Or run into the hotel, where there will be hotel security personnel, and your own bodyguard will arrive soon.

But when he turned around to put his plan into action...a stranger happened to be blocking his path.

The other person was standing at the door holding a box.

The two looked at each other.

He suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Then he seemed to hear a click in his heart.

Sure enough, the other party pushed him hard and then closed the hotel door forcefully.

He was alone outside the door, facing two killers with pistols.

"Damn it! You damn bastard!"

Cursing this unknown bastard, every drop of his blood seemed to roar.

He banged on the door hard, and two gunmen behind him approached him at a leisurely pace.

An overwhelming and inescapable force approached him.

"asshole!"

Tony Stark saw the gunman coming, turned around and ran away.

But the other party has already caught up with him.

Tony, who had no retreat, thought to himself: I can handle him. Seeing as he looks like a butt plug, I can definitely handle him.

He shouted low, raised his fist and swung it at the opponent, but the gunman leaned back and he missed.

Then there was a snap, and Tony felt a flash before his eyes. The other party had raised the handle of the gun and struck him. The barrel of the gun hit him hard in the face, and the crosshair scratched his cheek.

Tony Stark's heel accidentally stepped on a small hole in the ground. He stumbled, lost his balance and fell backwards, and his tailbone hit the asphalt ground hard.

Before he could figure out what was going on, the barrel of the gun had already hit his face, and it happened to hit the spot where the crosshair had just scratched his skin.

The muzzle of the gun is cold, and there will be a stinging sensation when the opponent presses hard.

"Don't move!"