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

Chapter 297 Elsa Bloodstone

"So you actually met the X-Men?"

Peter asked Gwen.

"Of course, they invited me to fly on their plane."

It was the morning of the next day, and Gwen recounted her experience yesterday to Peter.

"They said that the X-Men are a team of mutants that maintain peace. Their goal is to allow ordinary people and mutants to live in peace, so based on this concept, they wanted to talk to me and Geldof. "

Gwen held the coffee cup, approached Peter, and asked very gossipy: "Do you know what happened in the end?"

"I'm a little curious."

Peter said with a shrug.

"You would never have imagined, Peter, that Geldof immediately fainted when he heard that he was a mutant."

"Tell him he's a mutant and he faints?"

"Yes."

Peter continued to ask: "Don't he know he is a mutant?"

Gwen took a sip of coffee and said, "I told him, but he refused to admit that he was."

Peter nodded thoughtfully, "It seems that the status of mutants in this world is still lower than imagined."

"This world?"

Gwen asked Peter: "Peter, have you ever seen mutants in other worlds?"

"No, but the mutants of 616 are extremely active."

"I can go take a look another day. Speaking of which, I miss Spider Silk and Jessica."

Gwen sat on the couch, taking off her shoes and sitting down.

"Anyway, Geldof couldn't withstand the blow. He fainted. The woman named Jean Gray briefly checked his condition and said it was temporary shock. She called his fainting behavior 'mutant'." phobia'.

"Mutant phobia?"

Peter nodded, which was fitting.

"You must not know who they called last?"

"who?"

Gwen replied: "They call him Professor X. His voice suddenly sounds in your head, as if someone is talking to you in person."

"uh-huh."

Peter knows Professor X relatively well.

After all, this bald guy is a relatively popular guy in the Marvel world.

"They called him Charles Xavier. Professor

Gwen made a look of regret.

"It turns out they are not as sinister as the media made them out to be."

Peter asked Gwen in surprise: "So you believe what the media says? Gwen."

"We are surrounded by the media all the time."

Gwen kicked her feet, "It's hard not to be affected by the media."

She climbed on the back of Peter who was sitting next to her, "Why don't we talk about the fake Peter we saw a few days ago. Maybe he is also a mutant, a mutant who disguises himself or changes his appearance."

Peter had roughly guessed who was pretending to be him.

He said to Gwen: "This is quite possible."

"If I meet her next time, I will definitely be able to tell it right away."

Gwen said that next time she sees the other person pretending to be Peter, she will recognize it immediately.

She bared her teeth and bit the rim of the glass.

Like a puppy guarding its food, it stares at the coffee in the quilt with eager eyes, guarding its bones.

"But mutants," Gwen said, "are really enviable abilities. If I had extra superpowers, I would like to have an infinite lifespan, and so would you, Peter. Together, we can use infinite time to travel around parallel worlds."

Peter curiously asked Gwen: "What would you do if you only had a few days to live? Gwen."

Gwen's eyebrows moved, "If I have a few days left to live, I don't want to spend them unhappy."

"Well, so how do you plan to spend your days?"

Gwen smiled, not a fake smile, maybe a little sad, but the smile came as expected, "I don't know yet!"

"I have to think about the answer to this question."

Gwen finished the coffee hastily and slid the empty glass to the edge of the table, "Please treat me to breakfast today. I seem to have no money."

Peter nodded and said, "Okay, if you want, I can buy you something to eat."

Gwen's stomach made a gurgling sound.

She blushed slightly and said, "Ahem, my esophagus is now like a shallow pool filled with sour liquid. Anything that comes in will be quickly consumed."

After she put down the cup, she continued to lean against Peter affectionately, "I now have the answer, about how to spend my life meaningfully, I mean if I only have a few days."

"Oh? What?"

"Leave, escape, go to an island, get a massage, and enjoy a fairy tale-like ending with a boy named Peter Parker."

Peter felt Gwen's weight, "Your boy may not be so willing to accept his fate."

"So what do you want? Peter."

Gwen lay next to his ear, "I still have to ask you to lean by my bed and read poetry to me!"

Peter pretended to be thoughtful, "Reading poetry? The last time I stood at the table and read poetry to me, I remember it was the English teacher."

Gwen burst out laughing when she heard his words, "Don't tell me she read you poems by Poe, Plath, and Dickinson."

Peter nodded and followed her words and said: "Hmm, that's true. In addition to these few, there are also Keats, Donne, and Yeats."

Gwen's eyes suddenly became a little gentler, "I know these writers are the kind of bastards who drink French mint liqueur together in the woods and tell stories of beautiful and bitter love."

She suddenly became emotional and thought of her own helplessness and fear when Peter was weaving the world.

She gently pressed against Peter's back and murmured in a low voice: "No matter how long my life is, Peter, I am willing to have you by my side."

At night.

Werewolf Russell stood in the alley smoking a cigarette.

In the distance is a clothes-picking club with feasting and entertainment.

The club was like a sentimental motel, with harsh neon lights that alternated between pink and blue.

A middle-aged man walked out of the bar, smelling of alcohol, and vomited along the corner.

Jack Russell even worried that he was suffering from alcohol poisoning, causing the other party to collapse and faint.

He had seen such a dead guy before.

Because he was vomiting and unconscious after drinking, the opponent's vomit was swallowed back into his mouth after he fell.

His rapid breathing caused vomit to flow back into his lungs.

The last meal he "inhaled" was basically a tall shot of vodka mixed with peanuts from the bar.

In the end, the other party died of suffocation due to vomit blocking the respiratory system.

"I wish you good luck."

After Russell said something in his mind, he looked away from the other person and continued to focus on the other people coming out of the bar.

"Squeak!"

The door was pushed open and a young white man came out.

The other party was wearing dark Ray-Ban sunglasses, a V-neck T-shirt, and khaki pants, looking very fashionable.

When Russell saw the target appearing, he walked forward directly, grabbed the other person's clothes, and slammed him against the wall with a bang.

"Russell?!"

Seeing Russell appear in front of him, the young man was startled.

"Tell me, did that bastard Cork come to America?"

The Kirk he was talking about was the dead man Gwen and Rugrat met, the mutant who stole the blood stone.

"Calm down, Russell."

The young white man grabbed his hand and said, "Tonight is not a full moon night, you can't change your body."

The young man is also a figure in the dark world, a magician who knows some black magic.

"You are wrong."

Russell's eyes stared at him fiercely, "I have been fighting against the beast in my heart. Once I release the shackles, the beast in my heart will be released. You can try whether I will tear you apart tonight!"

Looking at Russell's eyes, the white young man felt a little scared.

He didn't want to try what it felt like to be torn apart by this savage werewolf.

Although the other party might be lying to him, he didn't dare to bet.

"What do you want to know?"

He asked the other party with a frown.

"Where's Kirk Tatchell?"

The white young man replied to him: "It's in New York, but - he's dead."

"Dead?"

Russell was stunned. He grabbed the other person's clothes and pushed him back against the wall, "Who did it?"

He knew this guy was well-informed, so he must know something he didn't understand.

That's why he found the other person.

"I don't know. I'm just selling some information. I'm not a futurist. But I heard that it was also done by mutants. A group of mutants who seem to be plotting some evil plan have been quite active in New York recently."

After listening to what the other party said, Russell put the other party down.

His brows furrowed.

If Kirk Tatchell was killed by other mutants, it means that the bloodstone also fell into the hands of the other mutants.

What are those mutants going to do after they get the bloodstone?

"You want that, right? Russell."

The white young man suddenly asked him.

Russell was stunned for a moment.

Does this guy actually know about the blood stone?

The young man said proudly: "Although I don't know what that mutant has in his hands, it must be very valuable. Many ambitious guys have paid attention to him."

"Don't be too smart."

Russell said to him: "Guys like you often end up the worst, let's go."

After sending the other person away, he turned around.

A woman wearing a black trench coat, a tight leather jacket, high boots, and burgundy hair stood in front of him.

"Elsa?"

Looking at the woman standing in front of him, Russell looked at her in surprise.

Elsa Bloodstone is the daughter of monster hunter Ulysses Bloodstone.

Born in Boston, Massachusetts, he actually grew up in England and considers Europe his home.

"You shouldn't let him go. The safest way is to kill him."

Elsa's sharp eyes scanned him.

Russell smiled bitterly.

She knew that the other party could definitely do it.

Although I only saw this daughter of Ulysses once during the last hunting ceremony.

But he had heard that the other party was a cruel person.

It is said that Ulysses was a strict parent, and Bloodstone once made his daughter fight the Plague Beast when she was just a baby.

And to eliminate her childhood weakness, Bloodstone threw her to a pod of great white sharks off the coast of South Africa.

"He's just an innocent guy."

"I'm not in the habit of tearing people apart," Russell said.

Elsa came over, "That's the most ridiculous hell joke. You've torn apart a lot of humans. I need your help, Jack."

"Hmm, I guess you want me to help you find the blood stone, right?"

"You owe me this. I saved your life during the last hunting ceremony in England."

Elsa talked about her father's last funeral, which was also a hunting ceremony.

When several demon hunters were fighting each other for the bloodstone, Elsa helped Russell.

"That is an item that belongs to my family. It cannot fall into the hands of others, especially those with ulterior motives."

Elsa did not hide her thoughts. She said to Russell: "I am bound to get the blood stone."

"I guess your father must be a partialist. If he handed the blood stone directly to you, nothing like this would happen."

Russell sighed and said to her.

"I hate him."

Elsa took out the shotgun in her thigh wallet, "But all the grudges ended after his death. I think I might have a battle with the mutants in New York and get the bloodstone back. You will help me." ,Is it right?"

"Do I have a choice? I guess if I don't agree, you might shoot me."

Russell shrugged his shoulders and agreed to the other party's proposal.

"But if you want to go to war with mutants, it's not an easy thing."

"How extraordinary is it?"

Elsa's eyebrows moved.

"It might not be enough with just the two of us."

Elsa asked him: "Don't you know some guys? Blade Runner? Vampire Queen? Or Ghost Rider or something? Spider-Man can also do it. I heard that a lot of Spider-Man appeared here in New York some time ago."

Russell said helplessly: "Sorry, apart from being familiar with Blade Warriors, I'm not familiar with the rest."

"That's really bad news."

Elsa raised her gun, pointed it into the night, and narrowed her eyes.

"But I don't have much confidence either. I believe in myself more."

"Bang!"

She pulled the trigger into the dark night.

"roar!"

A roar came.

The monster behind a car jumped out and rushed towards the two people.

The monster with a mouth full of fangs, a rotten and gray body, and slender limbs full of bulges roared and rushed towards it.

"A night demon, this is not a monster that would appear in the city."

"Bang!"

The shotgun bullets spurted out and impacted heavily on the monster's body.

Seeing the monster charging towards him, Russell shook his head helplessly.

The next moment, his body expanded rapidly, bursting his clothes.

In an instant, his body transformed into a huge and powerful werewolf.

"Boom!"

Stepping on the ground, Russell jumped over, flipped the monster over with one claw, and then bit the opponent's head.

But the monster has rough skin and thick flesh, so even if it is shot and attacked, it still has the strength to resist.

He dodged Russell's attack and knocked him away.

Elsa quickly approached the monster and kicked the standing opponent back.

The monster with bloodthirsty red eyes flashing towards Elsa.

With her dodge points maxed out, she rolled forward on the ground to avoid the attack, and when she raised her hand, a series of bullets exploded.

Russell, who had already stood up, took advantage of the monster to retreat after being shot by bullets, and rushed over to grab the opponent's head, and twisted it off with a "click".

The monster whose head was twisted off, the red light in its eyes dissipated, and fell to the ground with a "pop".

"It's really weird. The Night Stalker doesn't appear in New York. It's a tearing monster that only appears in Eastern Europe."

Elsa put away her gun and checked the monster's condition.

"And the ordinary night monster is not so powerful in combat. It has been strengthened by blood stones."

Elsa's eyes instantly became sharper.

"It was the mutant who took away the blood stone! Fake!"

Gritting her teeth, Elsa hammered the ground hard with the butt of her gun.

"Ladies don't use bad words, Elsa."

Russell next to her said to her in a hoarse werewolf voice.

"I am not a lady."

Elsa glared at him.

"Boom!"

Just when Elsa was feeling annoyed that she shouldn't have killed the night demon and should have continued the investigation by following the clues, a figure suddenly landed in front of the two of them.

Werewolf Russell looked at Spider-Man who suddenly appeared in front of him and was shocked.

He was in the underground world of copper mines, but he realized how powerful this guy was.

Moreover, the other party also obtained the Book of Darkness.

Feeling the tightness of Russell's werewolf body, Elsa stood up with a serious expression and looked at the famous Spider-Man in New York.

Although she has never met Spider-Man, she has heard many stories about this guy.

She was also extremely afraid of Spider-Man in front of her.

If Gwen were here at this time, she would definitely recognize Spider-Man when he saw him appear. This was definitely not his Peter, but the impostor who pretended to be Peter and had a fight with him last time.

It is also very possible that he is a suspect in the murder and treasure grabbing.

"You shouldn't be here."

"Peter" spoke: "Monster hunters like you are not welcome in New York."

Elsa frowned slightly, "Are you the manager of New York?"

"I control the security of New York. Any criminals and evil are within the scope of my sanctions, and you..."

He glanced at Elsa and Russell, "They are more troublesome existences than the monsters lying here."

"So you want to expel us?"

Elsa's anger surged, "Who do you think you are? The underground mayor of New York?"

"Elsa"

Russell stopped Elsa's next words.

"We don't want to cause trouble."

Russell tried not to sound offensive.

He knew that there would be an even more terrifying monster next to Peter that would be ready to attack at any time.

The monster that once brought him to the brink of death was an existence that even as a monster hunter, he didn't want to face.

Even if Peter didn't take action and allowed his monsters to attack the two of them, he and Elsa would face death.

"We are investigating a case that concerns the security of New York as a whole."

After hearing this, "Peter" clasped his hands on his chest and stared at the two of them and said, "No, for your safety, you'd better not get involved in this matter. Go back to Europe and never set foot here again."

Elsa took a step forward, "What if I say no?"