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

Brooklyn.

Peter stood under the streetlight, his hands in his pockets, his eyes casually patrolling the vehicles and pedestrians around him.

The security of the Benheson community should be one of the worst communities in Brooklyn.

Not only are thefts frequent, but drug trafficking and smuggling are also frequent.

The area with many immigrants, mixed with all kinds of races, has caused chaos and difficulty in management.

"Whoosh!"

A Lexus sped past him, with no sign of slowing down.

Tightening his baseball cap, Peter continued to wait for the fish to take the bait with an unchanged expression.

He probably wouldn't get much money by robbing a few gangsters casually.

He didn't know the location of the gang headquarters, so he could only wait and see.

However, the "simple folk customs" in this area, it is estimated that gang members will come over soon.

As he expected, a pickup truck drove over a few minutes later.

The driver saw Peter standing on the side of the road with his hat lowered, probably wanting to observe him, so he slowed down.

But soon the other party stepped on the gas again and honked the horn in a mocking manner.

The pickup truck whizzed past Peter, and a fast food cup with the words "Chick-fil-A" printed on it flew out of the window.

The cup flew past him and landed in the ditch behind him.

The driver's wild laughter gradually disappeared into the night as the car gradually disappeared.

Peter watched the pickup truck disappear expressionlessly.

But soon the pickup truck's taillights lit up.

With a sudden brake, the pickup truck stopped and then fell into the shoulder of the road.

Two young men got off the pickup truck and walked towards Peter with a grin on their faces.

One of the guys had mop-like blond hair, and the other was a short, fat man with freckles all over his face.

"The car is good, but it leaks a little. Aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"

Peter frowned and looked at the two and said.

"This is my dad's car."

"Blond" said as he walked towards him.

The short and fat guy walked behind him.

The two sandwiched him in the middle, one in front and one behind.

"I want to buy some 'lubricant', but I need a lot. Do you have any?"

(Lubricant: dope, a common slang for leaves)

Peter saw that the two were gangsters and asked directly.

"Wow, brother, I like the tone of your voice."

The "blonde" coughed, made eye contact with the short man behind Peter, and asked Peter: "Did you bring money?"

"Of course."

Peter took out two stacks of US dollars from his pocket and shook them in front of the other party.

"Is this enough?"

As a high school student, Peter naturally didn't have so much money.

Except for the top and bottom two stacks of US dollars, the rest of the two stacks of US dollars were paper.

Because it was dark at night, it was possible to get away with it.

If it was daytime, it would probably be easily exposed.

The two gangsters at the moment didn't expect Peter to cheat them with fake money at all, and just thought they had met a big fat sheep.

The blond man originally wanted to rob directly, but when he saw that Peter's eyes were a bit unpleasant and exuded a dangerous aura, he quickly gave up his idea.

Who knows if this guy has a gun in his pocket?

He suddenly regretted that he should have brought a pistol with him when he went out.

This way he could just rob him.

"You better not be playing tricks on us, otherwise you will definitely end up in a miserable situation."

After his expression changed, he finally decided to take Peter to see his boss.

As for whether this guy is a policeman?

To be honest, he has never seen a policeman fishing for law enforcement in this way.

"Buzz!"

The pickup truck started and sped along the road in the night.

Peter sat in the back seat, the blond drove, and the short man sat in the back seat.

Peter still felt a little sorry that the two gangsters didn't rob him.

His original plan was to beat the gangster half to death and then ask about his lair, but he didn't expect that the other party could hold back.

"So, where are we going?"

In the pickup truck, Peter looked at the scenery flashing outside the car window and asked the two casually.

"Hell's Kitchen, where we have more goods, enough for you to buy as much as you want."

The blond replied to him.

"Which gang are you from? Triad or Viper?"

"Neither, we belong to the Hand. Don't confuse us with the Yankees in the Triad. We beat the shit out of those old guys."

The Hand again?

Peter frowned when he heard the name.

The gang that tried to kidnap Gwen last time was from the Hand.

The two thugs in front of him were also from the Hand.

He and the Hand really have a deep connection.

After dealing with the group of strong men last night, Peter searched for information related to the "Hand" on the Internet.

There is not much information about the Hand on the Internet. The other party is a gang active in Midtown and Hell's Kitchen. It was once involved in the prosecution of Conch for illegal transactions.

It seems that the information is ordinary and there is nothing special.

Peter wanted to ask a few more questions, but the pickup truck had already turned into the famous "Hell's Kitchen".

"Squeak!"

Soon, the car stopped in front of a two-story building in a residential area.

The night wind was howling, and the two people who got off the car couldn't help but wrap themselves tightly in clothes.

"What a horrible weather!"

While cursing, the two took Peter upstairs.

Since the blond man had already greeted his boss in advance, he didn't say anything and took Peter directly into the room.

Pushing open the door and entering the wide hall, there was a dead silence.

The lights in the room were turned off, and darkness covered the entire space.

In the space, only the blond man's shouting and the roar of the night wind outside the window could be heard.

"Boss?"

While shouting, the blond man scratched his head in confusion.

"Where is the strange man? When I called just now, the boss said he would wait for me here."

Peter, who was standing behind the two, frowned.

A strong smell of blood entered his nose.

Having experienced the "Alien Slaughter Research Base Incident", he naturally understood what this meant.

The instinct of the prey hidden in his body began to awaken the blood in his body.

In a way, the alien can be regarded as the Spider-Man among aliens.

When fighting, it will quietly approach the enemy and attack unexpectedly.

Irresistible force, even relying on the flow and fluctuation of air to judge danger.

Peter, who was now affected by the alien embryo in his body, activated his instinct as a killer hunter and disappeared instantly.

The blond man on the other side swallowed his saliva and looked at the short man. Both of them saw uneasiness in each other's eyes.

He turned around and found that Peter, who was standing behind him, had disappeared.

He was already uneasy in his heart, and he became even more flustered.

"Damn! Where did that guy go?"

Not only did his boss disappear, but the guy behind him was also gone.

Everything looked extremely weird!

The next second!

With a "bang", he fell heavily to the ground.

It seemed that something tripped him.

He was in a hurry and didn't care about the pain in his body. He immediately took out his mobile phone and used the screen of the mobile phone to illuminate the thing that tripped him under his feet.