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

"Hey, man, we can talk."

"Shh."

The gunman stopped Tony Stark from speaking.

"What do you want, money? Maybe I can give you some, and I promise you won't have to worry about anything in your life."

Tony continued to speak without giving up.

The gunman who controlled Tony shook his head, "Don't even think about asking me for mercy, I can assure you that I don't have that thing, now, stand up slowly."

He reached into his trouser pocket with his other hand and took out a metal wire: a cable tie.

"You'd better follow me to the car honestly, and then get in the car, we-"

"Bang! Bang!"

Two consecutive gunshots came from behind the hotel.

Tony, who was startled, knew he was not dead yet, because he could still hear his heartbeat like thunder.

When the gunshots rang out, the tall and strong gunman also shuddered, but it was not a shrinking.

He frowned slightly, then turned his head to look to the side, his eyes like a hawk seeing a mouse.

It seemed that his bodyguard and another gunman had exchanged fire.

This time was just right!

Tony hurriedly reached into his bag and took out a dagger.

Since the last attack at the airport, he began to carry weapons with him.

Although he wanted to bring a pistol, it was very inconvenient.

So he had to settle for a dagger.

With a deft shake of his hand, the blade stretched out.

Then Tony Stark stabbed the knife into the opponent's thigh.

The gun sounded, but Tony's head was no longer under the muzzle.

He used his rich experience as an amateur boxer to hit the opponent's hand holding the gun.

The gun sounded again.

He heard the bullet whizzing past his ear and hitting the ground not far from his head.

But it didn't matter anymore, because the pistol also flew out of the opponent's hand and landed ten feet away in the parking lot.

Tony didn't dare to delay for a moment, he got up and ran.

The instinct of survival drove him to do his best.

Damn it!

He was anxious while running, I should have made the imagined armor in time.

Otherwise, all my belongings and my second half of life will be buried here.

Turn back, turn around quickly-two more gunshots.

The gunman has picked up the pistol.

Tony Stark felt a bullet flying past his scalp.

"Bang!"

Another shot!

As he bent over and ran behind a car, a bullet hit an oak tree next to him, splashing a piece of debris.

"Phone, phone!"

Tony Stark muttered, trying to take out his mobile phone to call for help.

But he found that his mobile phone was lost during the escape just now.

"Shit!"

He cursed secretly and could only hide behind the car.

There were shadows everywhere in the distance, and the dense branches and leaves blocked the moonlight.

Taking advantage of the moment when the night turned dark, Tony suddenly ran to the other side of the block.

The crowded and messy block was suitable for him to hide his body.

While escaping into the alley, he was hit hard on the face.

Suddenly the world spun around, and he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

The surroundings fell into complete darkness.

Tony Stark suddenly opened his eyes.

It was still pitch black around him. He touched his head and his hands were immediately covered with blood.

With the help of the hazy moonlight, he saw a vague outline above his head.

Damn, I actually hit the sign!

He wanted to stand up in frustration, and suddenly heard their footsteps, and even heard their panting.

Suddenly, the footsteps stopped.

A few seconds later, there was a sudden movement in the darkness.

Footsteps, running footsteps, rushed straight towards him.

Tony Stark hurriedly stood up and ran forward, and the people who came were also chasing him closely.

While running, he seemed to feel the breath sprayed on the back of his neck, and a pair of hands seemed to be reaching out from behind, and the teeth would soon bite the flesh on his shoulder.

No, this is not the sound of human breathing at all!

Tony, with his pupils contracted, stopped suddenly.

Then he turned back tremblingly!

A black alien was standing behind him, with a pointed spindle-shaped head reaching out to him.

The creature full of death and destruction, with saliva in its mouth, seemed to swallow his head in the next second.

Tony swallowed his saliva and felt that his luck was terrible.

He had just escaped from the gunman's pursuit, and now he fell into the hands of this monster.

He had seen how powerful this thing was.

Even creatures like werewolves were not its opponents.

"Hey, hello."

Although he didn't know whether the other party could understand him, Tony still tried to communicate with him.

"You don't mind if I leave, do you? Actually, I love animals. I have donated a lot of money to animal protection organizations in New York City, so..."

"Roar!"

Before Tony finished speaking, the "Queen" roared.

Tony, startled, immediately raised his hands.

"OK! I surrender!"

The restless "Queen" was about to bite Tony.

But soon it seemed to receive some instructions, and its emotions immediately stabilized.

The murderous aura in its eyes seemed to have disappeared a lot.

Just as Tony exhaled, he heard a voice from behind.

"You seem a little embarrassed, Mr. Stark."

Hearing this familiar voice, Tony Stark turned around.

Sure enough, the guy who made him resentful for letting his pigeon fly was standing in front of him.

"Spider-Man?!"

"You seem a little surprised to see me here."

Peter walked towards him slowly, and the "Queen" quickly walked to Peter and stood beside him quietly.

"Yes, besides being surprised, I'm also a little itchy. Do you know why?"

Without waiting for Peter to answer, he continued: "Because the bump on my forehead hurts terribly, and the wound on my cheek scratched by the gun barrel is also itchy and painful, like a hungry caterpillar eating a lure. The big apple of man, of course, this apple is my face.”

Although the current situation is not good, he still has the mind to make wisecracks.

"That...ahem"

He pointed to the "queen" next to Peter and asked Peter: "Is that your follower? You don't mind me saying that, using the word follower."

"Won't."

Peter looked at Tony Stark's uncomfortable expression and replied.

Yes, Tony Stark is uncomfortable right now.

It seems like this guy saved himself again?

Of course, the premise is that he won't let his "follower" bite him.

Although I wanted to say a few words to damage this guy who let his own pigeons go, I didn't feel it was appropriate.

In such a contradiction, he felt that he could not help but ridicule the other party.

Something was eager to be released from his body, just like a person eager to pop a red, immature pimple. The urge to watch it spurt out pus was irresistible.

"Did you see the two gunmen just now? Don't tell me that your followers have eaten them?"

Resisting the urge to pop his pimples, Tony Stark asked Peter.

"You can go and see for yourself."

Peter said he could go outside and take a look.

"Thank you for the offer."

Tony naturally wouldn't look at it. He shrugged, "Anyway, man, you helped me again. This time we are even."

"What's even?"

Peter didn't understand how strange this guy's brain was.

"You let me go last time, but you helped me this time. We are even. I mean, we are old acquaintances. Next time you encounter any difficulties, you can come to me directly."

Tony felt that his temper had really changed a lot.

How could he talk to the other person so calmly?

"That's good."

Peter pretended to think about it, "I heard that a human historical relic was discovered in the copper mine of Warren Mining Company, and you are also planning to form an expedition team."

Hearing Peter say this, Tony looked a little unnatural.

At the last press conference, he seemed to have said that the expedition team would exclude Spider-Man.

"Yes, are you interested?"

He glanced at the alien next to Peter.

"I have to explain, man, what I said at the last press conference didn't quite count. You know, reporters are always good at creating contradictions."

Tony pretended to be sincere and said to Peter: "If you want to join in, I'm more than welcome."

"No, actually, I want to recommend someone to you, Mr. Stark."

Peter reached out and stroked the "Queen's" head and said to Tony.

"who?"

"You can call her Ms. Helen."