Chapter 11: The Parker Family on the Tip of the Tongue
Peter seriously examined Uncle Ben.
Although it was only a few months of recovery training, under Peter's secret conditioning,
Uncle Ben's physical fitness had already returned to his younger days, even approaching the peak level of an ordinary person.
"That's enough."
Peter nodded and said solemnly.
"Your foundation is solid. We will start training tomorrow morning."
What he prepared to teach Uncle Ben was not some supernatural skill requiring Chakra or magic power.
Instead, it was the ultimate technique from the World of "One-Punch Man," the martial arts master Bang's supreme skill—the [Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fist].
This was a martial art specifically designed to strengthen oneself and deflect incoming force, suitable for older but experienced individuals to practice.
The skill granted to Peter by the System was not merely the simple numbers on the panel; it included the complete teaching philosophy and theoretical knowledge.
He could completely break down this martial art and pass it on to Uncle Ben, or even to more people.
"That's wonderful!"
Upon receiving the affirmative reply,
Uncle Ben excitedly clenched his fists, like a child who had just received a new toy.
"I knew I could still do it! Just wait, once I learn it, I'll go be a superhero for fun too. I've even thought of a codename—how about 'Atomic Bomb'?"
As he spoke,
His gaze toward Peter was full of pride and relief.
Ever since Peter used his talent to join Osborn Industries, he had led the entire family to achieve financial freedom.
The generous salary and project dividends
Had made Peter the new pillar of the household, freeing Uncle Ben from the responsibility of earning money to support the family.
Allowing him the time and energy to pursue the dreams he hadn't completed in his youth.
"That sounds cooler than 'Captain America'."
Gwen laughed from the side, supporting him. She really liked this vibrant family atmosphere.
"Alright, you two superheroes."
Peter interrupted Uncle Ben's daydream with a smile.
"If we keep practicing, Aunt May will get angry. Let's go eat first. I can smell the grilled flatbread."
"Oh, right, eating!"
Uncle Ben finally reacted and quickly grabbed the shirt draped over the rack to put it on.
"May made special meat sauce lasagna today, specifically to celebrate Gwen driving the garage rolling door shut for the first day."
He walked along the gravel path toward the main entrance.
Pushing open the door,
A rich aroma of food rushed toward him, accompanied by warm yellow light.
The evening news was playing on the television, and the crisp sound of pots and pans clanging came from the kitchen.
Aunt May heard the door open.
She poked her head out of the kitchen wearing an apron. Her silvery-white hair was neatly combed, and her face beamed with a kind smile.
"Hey, you're back! Wash your hands and get ready to eat."
This ordinary and warm scene
Formed a sharp contrast with the cold, luxurious atmosphere of Osborn Tower previously.
With great power comes great territory.
For Peter,
This small house and this simple dinner were the greatest 'territory' he had in the Marvel Universe.
It was the final line of defense he absolutely had to protect.
Peter looked at the busy Aunt May, the excited Uncle Ben, and then at the smiling Gwen beside him.
The heart of a powerhouse in his chest beat more steadily and powerfully.
"We're coming, Aunt May."
Peter responded and strode into the living room filled with the scent of home cooking.
"It smells so good."
Gwen took a deep breath: "Aunt May's cooking is always so anticipated."
Uncle Ben didn't speak.
He slowly walked to the sofa and sat down, casually picking up today's copy of the Daily Bugle.
Peter looked at Aunt May who was cooking, walked over, and naturally took the cooking utensils from her hands.
"May, you've been busy all day. Leave the rest to me."
Peter rolled up his sleeves, revealing the lines of his sturdy forearms, "Let you all taste my new dishes."
Aunt May felt a warmth in her heart.
Then she looked at her husband sitting on the sofa and deliberately teased him.
"Look how considerate Peter is. Ben, you're already old, what can you do besides boil frozen dumplings and burn toast?"
Uncle Ben poked his head out from behind the newspaper and smiled shamelessly.
"Don't I have you to support me? That's enough. My greatest achievement in this life is marrying you, isn't it?"
This sudden burst of cheesy romance made Aunt May's cheeks flush slightly.
Peter skillfully took over the kitchen.
If it were the old Peter, he might only know how to make sandwiches.
But now, he possessed the daily skill granted by the System—[Cooking (LV3)].
Don't underestimate this mere LV3.
In the System's rating hierarchy, LV1 was beginner, LV2 was proficient, and LV3 was already the standard of a professional chef.
Peter turned on the gas stove, and flames rose up.
He first checked the meat sauce lasagna in the oven; the heat was perfect.
Then he took tomatoes, eggs, chicken breast, and peanuts from the refrigerator.
Since it was a family gathering, how could they do without the mysterious power from the East?
"Thump thump thump..."
The knife made a series of light, quick sounds on the cutting board.
The tomatoes were cut into uniform cubes, the chicken breast was diced and marinated; Peter's movements were fluid.
He heated the wok and poured in oil.
When the egg mixture slid into the hot oil, the "sizzle" sound ignited the flavor of the kitchen.
The golden egg liquid puffed up expansively.
Peter flicked his wrist, and the wok drew a graceful arc in the air. The ingredients tumbled in the air and landed precisely back in the wok.
Ten minutes later, four dishes and one soup were placed on the dining table.
Besides Aunt May's specialty Italian Meat Sauce Lasagna and Pan-Fried Steak,
In the center of the table were two plates of enticingly colored Chinese dishes:
Stir-fried Tomatoes and Eggs, alternating red and yellow, sour and sweet to whet the appetite.
Kung Pao Chicken, the chicken tender and juicy, the peanuts crispy, emitting a faint numbing and spicy aroma.
"Peter, this tastes even better than the hundred-year-old shop in Chinatown."
Gwen stared at the plate of Kung Pao Chicken, her eyes wide.
"Try some.", Peter placed a chopstick-full for everyone.
Uncle Ben awkwardly speared a piece of chicken with his fork and put it in his mouth. After chewing twice, his eyes suddenly lit up.
"Mmm! This texture!"
Uncle Ben praised indistinctly.
"The meat is tender and juicy, and the spiciness is just right, very invigorating! Peter, when did you learn this trick?"
"Self-taught.", Peter smiled and poured himself a bowl of soup.
The meal was enjoyed thoroughly by all.
Uncle Ben and Aunt May praised Peter's cooking endlessly.
Gwen, ignoring her figure management, ate two large pieces of lasagna and half a plate of Kung Pao Chicken until she truly couldn't fit any more.
Seeing his family's satisfied expressions, Peter also felt a sense of accomplishment.
He glanced at the [Cooking] skill on the panel.
He mused inwardly:
"LV3 can already produce flavors comparable to a five-star hotel. What if I upgrade it to LV4, or even LV5?"
"Will it be like the dishes in 'Chuuka Ichiban' that glow, or dishes that make people rip their clothes off after one bite?"
However, this thought was just a fleeting moment.
Skill points were too precious.
At the current stage, priority must be given to skills that can enhance combat power or scientific research ability.
Using skill points to upgrade culinary arts?
Such a luxurious thing could probably only be considered after he truly became invincible under the heavens.
Chapter 12: Advanced Double Agent
The night deepened.
The clock's hands silently moved past one in the morning.
The streets of Queens had long fallen silent, with only the occasional patrol car slowly driving by.
In the bedroom on the second floor of the Parker house, even, deep breaths could be heard.
Ben Parker and Aunt May were, after all, older, and had long since fallen asleep.
And Gwen...
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Peter turned his head, looking at the sleeping girl beside him.
She was hugging the quilt like a koala, her long golden hair spread across the pillow, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.
She was clearly exhausted.
After all.
During the day, it was high-intensity mental internship, and at night, she underwent high-intensity 'physical training' with Peter.
After Peter had satisfied her hunger, Gwen was now in a deep sleep, completely undisturbed.
But Peter was still awake.
Or rather, exceptionally awake.
His physique attribute of 167 points gave him far more energy than ordinary people.
For Peter now.
He only needed to return home around four or five in the morning, sleep for two hours, and he would be full of vigor all day.
If an emergency arose.
He could go three days and three nights without closing his eyes, and it wouldn't affect his combat effectiveness in the slightest.
And this.
Was even while he was constantly maintaining several shadow clones and simultaneously working at Osborn Industries.
Perhaps in the future.
When Peter's physique attribute was further enhanced, and his strength became even greater.
He might truly be able to function without any sleep.
Peter quietly got out of bed, tucked Gwen into her blanket, then walked to the window and gently pushed it open.
The night wind blew in, carrying a hint of coolness.
"It's time to find something to expend some energy on; I might as well do some missions tonight."
Peter didn't hesitate, leaping directly out of the window.
He stretched his body in the air.
A milky white Web fluid shot from his wrist, sticking to a nearby utility pole, using the momentum to swing towards the distant night sky.
He landed on an deserted rooftop.
Peter raised his left hand, activating a seemingly ordinary black sports wristband.
"Zzz—"
A faint blue light glowed, projecting a blurry virtual figure, vaguely discernible as a female silhouette.
Peter lowered his voice, his tone becoming cold:
"I have completed the mission of infiltrating Osborn Industries and successfully stolen the information you requested."
Hearing this.
The blurry figure visibly trembled, then a surprised female voice came through:
"Is that so? Excellent! Come to the Base now and report the relevant information to me in person; this is very important."
"Understood, I'm on my way now."
Peter cut the communication, and the light on the wristband extinguished.
His figure once again vanished into the darkness, rapidly moving between buildings.
A moment later.
Peter arrived in front of an ordinary-looking old office building on the edge of Manhattan.
The building displayed a sign for "Logistics Transport Company," looking like a shell company that could go out of business at any moment.
But this was just a facade.
Peter ignored the drowsy security guard at the front desk and entered a freight elevator in a corner.
He raised his wristband and swiped it across the sensor area on the elevator panel.
"Beep—Identity confirmed. Welcome back, Agent Parker."
An electronic synthesized voice sounded, and the elevator suddenly dropped, then descended at high speed.
This.
Was a S.H.I.E.L.D. sub-Base located in New York.
Although not large, and far from as magnificent as the Triskelion.
It was still a small but complete facility, with fully equipped intelligence analysis rooms, armories, and interrogation rooms.
That's right.
Today's Peter Parker.
Was not only a consultant for Osborn Industries and Spider-Man, but also had a hidden identity—a S.H.I.E.L.D.Agent.
No one stipulated that a person could only join one faction.
For Peter.
He was fully capable and ambitious enough to join multiple organizations simultaneously and play both sides.
After all.
If Peter wanted to make good use of the mission system, he had to actively seek out mission triggers.
S.H.I.E.L.D., as an organization that runs throughout Marvel, was clearly an excellent platform for continuously providing missions.
What's more.
The organization of S.H.I.E.L.D. itself had intricate ties to Peter.
Both of his parents were S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents who died in the line of duty.
Even within S.H.I.E.L.D. today.
There was a relative of Peter's, and not a distant one, but a blood-related immediate family member.
The elevator doors opened.
It was a silver-white metal corridor.
Agents came and went in a hurry, showing little surprise when they saw Peter, merely nodding politely.
Clearly.
Peter was already a familiar face here.
He walked to an independent office at the end of the corridor, pushed open the door, and a blast of cold air hit him.
A young woman sat on the swivel chair behind the desk.
She looked to be under twenty.
She wore a sharp S.H.I.E.L.D. uniform, the black bodysuit accentuating her agile figure, and had neat short hair.
Her features were delicate and sharp, and there was even a slight resemblance to Peter in her brows.
At this moment.
She was frowning, processing documents on the desk, and immediately looked up when she heard the door open.
The moment she saw Peter.
The sternness in the girl's eyes softened, replaced by a complex expression.
There was surprise, worry, and a hint of deliberate restraint.
"You're here, Peter."
She stood up and walked around the desk towards him.
Teresa Parker.
That is, Peter's biological younger sister, a niche but indeed existing character.
Before the Parker couple sacrificed themselves, they had actually given birth to a second child, Teresa.
However, for a long time in the original work.
Peter had no idea that he even had such a biological sister.
Because after her parents' sacrifice, Teresa was secretly adopted by S.H.I.E.L.D. from a young age and underwent rigorous Agent training.
Now.
She was not yet twenty, but had already become a decorated elite Agent through her talent.
At this moment.
Looking at her brother entering the office, Teresa's expression was somewhat complex.
Not long ago.
Peter, who had just acquired the system, displayed incredible hacking abilities to seek online employment.
He breached S.H.I.E.L.D.'s firewall, dug up his parents' files, and some other unspeakable secrets.
S.H.I.E.L.D. high command was shocked and originally intended to arrest this hacker.
But Peter directly brought his 'pledge of allegiance'.
That is, his superhuman strength as Spider-Man, and his knowledge of his parents' files, and swaggered into S.H.I.E.L.D.
Teresa had never imagined.
That her biological brother, who was defined as an 'ordinary person needing protection' in the files.
Would show up unexpectedly in this manner, demanding to become a S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent.
Originally.
S.H.I.E.L.D. high command's intention was for Peter to live a stable, ordinary life.
To console his parents who sacrificed themselves for the organization.
However.
Peter was clearly not ordinary at all, and was destined not to be ordinary.
Facing an orphan who actively sought them out and possessed strength, S.H.I.E.L.D. high command ultimately decided to accept Peter into their ranks.
Thus.
Peter became a S.H.I.E.L.D. Provisional Agent.
And to control Peter, or rather, to increase their bond, S.H.I.E.L.D. specifically arranged for Teresa to be his superior.
This was both a hostage tactic and an emotional appeal.
Not only that.
S.H.I.E.L.D. clearly knew that Peter had a good relationship with the Osborn family, and was good friends with Harry.
Therefore.
They mercilessly assigned Peter, this newcomer, his first mission.
That was to use his convenient identity to infiltrate Osborn Industries.
To steal information about the Super Soldier Serum.
Because S.H.I.E.L.D. had received intelligence that Osborn Industries seemed to be secretly conducting human enhancement research.
And Peter.
Was obviously the most suitable candidate to steal the information.
"This is what you wanted." Peter pulled out a black USB drive from his pocket.
Teresa didn't rush to examine it, but asked in a low voice.
"Peter, are you sure you weren't discovered? Norman Osborn is a suspicious man."
"Don't worry."
Peter leaned against the edge of the desk, arms crossed, looking relaxed.
"I'm more familiar with that place than my own home, and Harry trusts me."
Hearing the words "Harry trusts me," a hint of distress flashed in Teresa's eyes.
In her opinion.
Her brother was using his friend's trust to complete a mission.
Although this was a required course for an Agent, she didn't want Peter to become as cold-blooded as herself.
However, Teresa didn't know.
Her worried biological brother, seeing her conflicted expression, was secretly laughing in his heart.
S.H.I.E.L.D. believed it controlled everything.
They thought that by using the relationship with Teresa, they could make Peter obediently serve as their pawn to spy on Osborn's secrets.
But they were wrong, terribly wrong.
S.H.I.E.L.D. clearly underestimated Peter's abilities and misjudged his true intentions.
They didn't know.
Peter was not only Harry's friend, but he himself was even a participant in the super-soldier project.
All the intelligence S.H.I.E.L.D. wanted was actually in Peter's hands.
It was just a pity.
He had long regarded this project as his own property, so naturally, he couldn't hand over the secrets.
Peter's pretense was all just to complete the mission and get the system rewards.
Is the information on this USB drive real?
It was Peter's personally written, logically consistent... garbage.
It contained early failed serum formulas, some irrelevant miscellaneous data, and fake intelligence mixed in to deceive.
If S.H.I.E.L.D. scientists dared to follow this, they would likely create a bunch of useless, big-stomached warriors or blow up the lab.
All the true core information.
Was in Peter's mind; S.H.I.E.L.D. wouldn't even get a punctuation mark.
Peter was never anyone's pawn.
Working for free for others? He wasn't that foolish; S.H.I.E.L.D. was just a 'cash machine' on his path to becoming stronger.
Chapter 13: Killing with a Borrowed Knife
Peter leaned against the edge of the desk.
His fingertips lightly spun the black USB drive, as if fiddling with an ordinary coin.
Teresa's gaze locked onto the USB drive, and she extended a hand toward Peter.
"Since you've got it, give it to me, Peter. We need to analyze the data immediately."
However.
Just as she was about to touch it, Peter suddenly flipped his wrist, tossing the USB drive high into the air and catching it steadily.
He then naturally drew back, avoiding Teresa's hand.
He tilted his head, a teasing smile playing on his lips that was impossible to decipher.
"Just 'give it to me'? Teresa, isn't your attitude a bit too cold?"
"I just managed to bring this thing out from under Norman Osborn's nose, taking a huge risk."
Peter teased.
He showed no intention of handing over the item.
"Give it to me, Peter!"
Teresa grew anxious and reached out to snatch the USB drive from Peter's hand.
"Stop messing around! Do you know how important this intelligence is? Even a one-second delay could cause a variable. If Osborn's security system traces the data leak..."
Peter, however, treated her like a startled kitten, holding the USB drive high above where Teresa could reach.
He leaned back with the motion.
Casually resting on the edge of the desk, he wore a wicked grin that made Teresa grind her teeth in frustration.
"Don't be so serious, Officer."
Peter said nonchalantly.
"Is this the attitude you show a hero who just accomplished a great deed? Just reaching out to demand something, without even a soft word?"
"I now order you, Agent Parker, in my capacity as Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.! This is a mission!"
Teresa took a deep breath, trying to use her authority as a superior to pressure him.
"No, no, no, Teresa, that trick won't work on me."
Peter shook his head, holding up one finger.
He leaned slightly forward, bringing his face close to Teresa's tense, pretty one, staring into her eyes as he spoke word by word.
"I brought the secret right to your doorstep, and you won't even call me 'Brother'?"
Teresa froze.
She looked at the intelligence just within reach but unattainable, and then at Peter's roguish expression of 'I won't give it unless you call me that'.
She felt a deep sense of powerlessness.
This guy, holding something vital to the World's safety, insisted on gaining a verbal advantage at this critical juncture!
"You..."
Teresa bit her lower lip, her cheeks slightly flushed with embarrassment and anxiety.
As an elite Agent cultivated by S.H.I.E.L.D. since childhood, she was accustomed to obeying orders and cold codenames.
Although she knew Peter was her biological brother.
It still felt awkward for Teresa to utter that address in person.
She hesitated for two seconds, looking at Peter's unmoving hand, and finally conceded defeat.
She could only turn her head away, no longer looking at Peter's smug smile.
Teresa helplessly bit her lower lip.
She tried hard to keep her voice from sounding stiff, but it still carried a hint of cold pride.
"...Dear Brother."
Teresa's voice was soft and extremely fast, as if speaking quickly enough would prevent the awkwardness from catching up to her.
"Now, can you give me the damn intelligence?"
"That's more like it, my good little sister."
Peter smiled contentedly and tossed the USB drive in a parabolic arc.
"Catch."
Teresa caught the USB drive but didn't immediately plug it into the computer. Instead, she skillfully pulled out a card reader from the drawer.
She first connected the USB drive to a diagnostic terminal isolated from the internal network and started S.H.I.E.L.D.'s virus scan program.
Watching the green code scroll across the screen.
Peter couldn't help but tease.
"No need to be so nervous, Teresa. I know hacking, remember? I once hacked into your archives."
"I know this USB drive is fine. If even I can't detect a trap, your antique machine certainly won't."
Teresa glanced at him, her hands not stopping their work:
"This is procedure, and it's an Agent's self-discipline. Even if it comes from you, it's no exception."
"Fine, caution is a virtue."
Peter shrugged, adopting a look of'suit yourself'.
A few minutes later, the scan passed.
Only then did Teresa plug the USB drive into her main computer.
As the folder opened, a large amount of disorganized and unclear files instantly flooded the screen.
This material looked as if it had been salvaged from several waste paper baskets and shredders.
There were handwritten drafts, complex chemical molecular formulas, and some experimental logs that were clearly secretly photographed.
This 'roughness' and 'disorder' actually made the intelligence seem more authentic and credible.
Teresa quickly browsed the data, her brow furrowing deeper.
Although the materials were incomplete, the core direction was very clear: Norman Osborn was indeed carrying out a dangerous human modification program.
"Human enhancement... gene recombination... uncontrollable berserk side effects..."
Teresa muttered to herself, her expression turning somewhat grim.
"As expected, Osborn Industries is restarting the Super-Soldier Program. S.H.I.E.L.D. needs to intervene."
"If this immature serum leaks, or if an accident occurs in the experiment, leading to another tragedy like Dr. Banner's, this World cannot afford a second Hulk."
Peter listened quietly from the side, offering no opinion.
He certainly knew about Bruce Banner, who was the famous Hulk.
Just then.
Teresa's gaze lingered on a personnel list.
"Who is this person named Aldrich Killian?"
Teresa pointed at the name on the screen and asked doubtfully.
"And Maya Hansen? The data shows they are consultants hired by Norman Osborn, but I have never seen their names on the list of famous biologists."
Hearing these two names, Peter chuckled inwardly.
The fish had taken the bait; this was the 'bait' he had meticulously designed.
In the plot.
Although Killian and Maya Hansen were obscure.
They were the villains in 'Iron Man 3', the developers of the Extremis.
At this moment, they were hiding in the shadows, gathering strength.
Even with Harry mobilizing the massive resources of Osborn Industries, he couldn't find any trace of the two.
Peter didn't want to search the entire World for these two rats from the sewers.
So.
He decided to utilize the vast global network of S.H.I.E.L.D.
He deliberately wove these two names into Osborn's 'false intelligence' and assigned them important, fabricated identities.
This way.
S.H.I.E.L.D., in order to investigate Osborn's background thoroughly, would inevitably deploy resources to dig up information on these two people.
As a professional intelligence agency.
S.H.I.E.L.D.'s ability and channels for finding people were definitely far superior to Osborn Industries.
When the time came.
If Teresa's side made any progress and found the whereabouts of Killian and Maya Hansen.
Then the next task would very likely be assigned to Peter, the 'insider who has already successfully infiltrated', to execute.
"I don't know them."
Peter lied without changing his expression, his acting comparable to an Oscar winner.
"When I was stealing the data, I noticed Harry was very secretive about these two names."
"I heard they possess a special technology that can regenerate severed limbs. What, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s database doesn't have them?"
"One moment, I'll check."
Teresa immediately activated S.H.I.E.L.D.'s global intelligence network. A few seconds later, two brief files popped up.
"Aldrich Killian, disabled over a decade ago, then disappeared..."
"Maya Hansen, a botanist who published a paper on bio-electricity but was ignored by the academic community..."
Teresa looked at these two unremarkable résumés, a hint of vigilance flashing in her eyes.
Based on the data.
Both were ordinary, little-known scientists.
Unexpectedly, they managed to collaborate and participate in Osborn Industries' 'Super Soldier Serum Project'.
This greatly surprised Teresa.
Of course.
If Teresa knew that these two people had actually secretly developed the 'Extremis', which was stronger than the Super Soldier Serum.
She would have been even more shocked.
Chapter 14: Fraud Magic
"Two fringe scientists getting involved in a core project? That doesn't make sense, unless... they truly possess something Norman Osborn desperately needs."
"That's for you to investigate, my dear sister. Finding people should be S.H.I.E.L.D.'s specialty, right?"
Peter added appropriately.
"That's right."
Teresa nodded, her expression serious.
"I will initiate an investigation into these two. S.H.I.E.L.D.will find them immediately."
Peter nodded internally, satisfied.
As long as S.H.I.E.L.D. located Killian, the intelligence would naturally be fed back to him.
At that time,
He could personally pay them a 'visit'.
If these two were sensible and willing to work for Osborn Industries, or rather, for him, Peter Parker.
Just like how he brought Ivan Vanko under control.
Osborn Industries would give them the best treatment and a large sum of research funding to perfect the Extremis.
But if the two were uncooperative, or had truly gone completely rogue and intended to carry out some terrorist attack...
A barely perceptible cold glint flashed in Peter's eyes.
He wouldn't mind taking direct action to clean up.
As a transmigrator, Peter had no pedantic 'no-kill principle'.
Killing Killian and obtaining the Extremis data would result in the same outcome for him.
Perhaps he could even complete a 'Villain Elimination' mission along the way.
After all,
Killian would cause quite a few terrorist attacks in the near future; he was an outright Terrorist.
For someone like that,
Peter felt completely justified in nipping him in the bud.
Teresa packaged and encrypted the data, sending it directly to the highest authority, Nick Fury.
After finishing all this,
She turned around, looking at Peter with a newfound look of approval in her eyes.
"Peter, although your attitude is rather casual, I must admit you completed this mission outstandingly well."
Teresa's tone was serious.
"This intelligence is crucial to S.H.I.E.L.D. As your superior, I will truthfully report your achievements. I believe your Agent clearance will be upgraded soon."
"That would be wonderful,"
Peter replied with a smile.
Just then, a golden light flashed across his retina.
[Mission Complete: New Agent's Pledge of Allegiance]
[Mission Evaluation: Excellent. You not only successfully deceived S.H.I.E.L.D. but also cleverly utilized them to find potential targets for yourself.]
[Reward Gained: 10000 Experience Points.]
[Reward Gained: 3 Free Attribute Points.]
[Reward Gained: 1 Skill Point.]
[Special Reward Gained: Random Skill Draw in progress...]
[Congratulations on obtaining the skill: Fraud Magic(From League of Legends' Clown, Shaco)]
Skill Description:
Fraud Magic (LV1): Allows you to instantly teleport to a target location within a short distance and enter an invisible state. Invisibility duration depends on the skill level (currently 3 seconds). Backstab Effect: The first attack launched while invisible is guaranteed to deal critical damage, doubling its power.
Seeing this skill reward, Peter's heart rate suddenly accelerated.
Shaco's Q skill from League of Legends!
This was practically a god-tier skill tailor-made for him right now.
Although he possessed Spider-Sense and super agility, he lacked a true means of'stealth' and 'instant positioning'.
This [Fraud Magic] was a rare teleportation skill! And it included multiple special effects.
Teleport + Invisibility + Backstab Critical Hit.
Imagine.
When you are engaged in a frontal confrontation with an enemy, you suddenly flash away, only to reappear behind the enemy the next second.
Combined with Spider-Man's terrifying brute strength capable of lifting a tank, delivering a punch to the enemy's spine...
That scene would simply be too brutally savage to look at.
"This is a god-tier skill made for me!"
Peter rejoiced internally.
"Who says Spider-Man can't use sneak attacks? What I'm doing is tactical maneuvering! In the future, when facing a difficult opponent, I can completely play dirty."
He suppressed the urge to immediately allocate points, planning to carefully study it after leaving this place.
At this moment,
Teresa suddenly sighed, looking at Peter with a touch of emotion.
"You did very well, Peter, but honestly, I don't want you to get this deeply involved. S.H.I.E.L.D. isn't a good place."
"After completing this mission, you can take some time off. I don't want you to harm the people around you for the sake of a mission."
Peter snapped back to attention, looking at his sister who genuinely cared for him, feeling a warmth in his heart.
Although she was an Agent raised by S.H.I.E.L.D.,
Blood was thicker than water; Teresa's affection was real.
Peter reached out and gently patted Teresa's shoulder, much like comforting a little girl.
He said softly:
"Don't worry, Teresa. Nothing in the World is more important than family, whether it's you, or Mei and Ben."
Teresa nodded, a flicker of emotion crossing her eyes.
However.
Peter's tone suddenly shifted, and his expression instantly switched from 'gentle older brother' to'shrewd businessman'.
"Oh, right."
He changed the subject, spread his palm, and held it out in front of Teresa, stating righteously.
"Since the mission is complete, what about my salary? Dating has been a bit expensive lately. You know, Gwen is a rich girl; keeping her happy costs quite a bit."
The emotion Teresa had just built up instantly vanished.
"...You rascal."
Her mouth twitched. She shot Peter an exasperated look, completely breaking her cool, aloof Agent demeanor.
"It's all in there! Spend it wisely! Also, stop using Miss Stacy as an excuse all the time. I know she's not that kind of materialistic girl!"
Teresa gritted her teeth, pulled open a drawer,
And slapped a black card into Peter's hand from inside.
"It's all in there! This is S.H.I.E.L.D.'s field operations black card!"
Teresa explained, her tone carrying a hint of helplessness.
"Fifty thousand US dollars in fixed allowance is deposited into the account every month. The password is your birthday."
"Besides that, holding this card allows you to stay for free and collect standard issue equipment at S.H.I.E.L.D. Bases worldwide."
"Thanks, sis!"
Peter snatched the black card, kissed it lightly, and tucked it into his pocket, completely satisfied.
"I knew S.H.I.E.L.D. had good benefits. Now I don't have to worry about running out of money for dates... ahem, for meals."
Although, with the funding from Osborn Industries, Peterwas actually swimming in wealth.
But he had his own set of principles:
The mission reward just now was from the system; that was gained through Peter's cheating.
But the salary from S.H.I.E.L.D. was income from labor.
That was earned through his own efforts, so the salary S.H.I.E.L.D. had promised couldn't be shorted by a single cent.
No one could make Peter Parker work for free, not even his own sister!
After putting away the black card, Peter didn't rush to leave.
He looked at Teresa, a fawning smile plastered on his face, resembling a model employee eager to earn performance bonuses.
"Dear sister, are there any more missions? Don't be shy, just hand them all over to me!"
Peter thumped his chest and guaranteed.
"Your big brother is full of energy right now and is just looking for a place to vent. Whether it's murder, arson, or stealing intelligence, as long as you pay, I'll help you complete it all!"
Chapter 15: Investigating Kingpin
Seeing Peter's enthusiastic appearance, Teresa's expression softened slightly.
Although the reunion between the siblings was somewhat abrupt.
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And their relationship was a bit delicate.
But seeing Peter cooperate so well with the work, she was still quite gratified.
Even within S.H.I.E.L.D.,
A hardworking drone like Peter, who doesn't need mobilization or brainwashing and actively volunteers for overtime, is hard to find even with a lantern.
"Don't be anxious yet."
Teresa shook her head, pulled out a file from another stack, and handed it to Peter.
"The investigation into Killian and Maya Hansen will take time. You should continue to lie low at Osborn Industriesand not expose your identity."
"During this period, if you really have too much free time... there is indeed a troublesome matter that needs handling here."
Peter took the file.
There were no words on the cover, only a secretly taken photograph.
The photo showed a massive silhouette.
The man was wearing a white suit, leaning on a cane, bald, and so broad that he looked like a mountain of flesh.
Although it was only a back view, the sense of oppression almost overflowed through the photo.
Peter of course recognized this person.
Wilson Fisk, codenamed: Kingpin.
The emperor of the New York underworld, the biggest crime boss in the entire U.S.
Although he possessed no superpowers, his physical fitness reached the limit of a normal human, with over 90% of his body being muscle.
His strength could even withstand Spider-Man's punches, and his mind was as deep as the sea.
"Which fatty is this?" Peter asked knowingly.
"Watch your phrasing, Peter. He is no ordinary fat man."
Teresa said solemnly.
"Wilson Fisk, the mastermind behind Hells Kitchen. Recently, our informants reported that the underworld in Hells Kitchen is very restless."
"It seems someone is attempting to unite various underworld forces to form a massive 'Crime Syndicate'."
"S.H.I.E.L.D. suspects that Kingpin is planning a major operation, one that involves not only drugs and munitions but possibly even a cleansing plan targeting certain superheroes."
"Those street-level heroes—like Daredevil, The Punisher, and the others—have not had an easy time lately."
"We need you to investigate exactly what Kingpin is planning. If you have the chance, collect evidence of his crimes or sabotage his plans."
As Teresa was speaking, a system mission popped up before Peter's eyes again.
[New Mission Commission Triggered: Shadow of the Crime Syndicate]
[Mission Description: The underworld emperor of New York, Kingpin, is trying to integrate all the gangs in Hells Kitchen. As New York's friendly neighborhood hero, you have an obligation to check if your neighbor's house is on fire.]
[Mission Objective: Go to Hells Kitchen, investigate Kingpin's plans, and teach those lawbreakers a lesson.]
[Mission Reward: 5000 Experience Points, 1 Attribute Point, 1 Skill Point.]
It was very clear.
In the system's rating, the threat posed by Kingpin was far less oppressive than that of Osborn Industries.
The reward was not as generous as the previous mission to scam S.H.I.E.L.D., and there was no special skill reward.
But this was still a considerable income.
Moreover,
Peter had no psychological burden in taking down a pure villain like Kingpin.
"No problem."
Peter closed the file, a confident smile curling at his lips.
"I've long found that fatty displeasing. He's made New York a mess; it's time to help clean up his doorstep."
"I accept this mission."
...
As the metal door slowly closed behind him.
Peter's figure disappeared at the end of the corridor. Inside the office, silence and coldness returned to their usual state.
Teresa sat alone behind her desk.
Her fingers still rested on the keyboard, and fragmented data about 'Killian' and 'Maya Hansen' flickered on the screen.
But her gaze had long lost focus, appearing somewhat distant.
"Brother..."
She whispered this slightly unfamiliar word softly.
As if chewing on an olive she had never tasted, carrying a trace of awkwardness, yet also a strange lingering sweetness.
This feeling was too foreign to her.
Since childhood,
Teresa was secretly adopted by S.H.I.E.L.D. and trained in a rigorous camp comparable to the Red Room.
She learned martial arts, disguise, and hacking skills; she learned how to kill with a hairpin and how to mask herself with coldness.
Her World consisted only of the instructor's roar, endless training, and mission quotas that had to be met.
Although S.H.I.E.L.D.'s treatment was somewhat more humane than the KGB's,
In essence,
Teresa was still a meticulously polished weapon.
Loneliness was her underlying state.
It wasn't until Peter suddenly hacked into S.H.I.E.L.D., rudely tearing open the secret of her parentage, and forcefully barging into her life.
"Is this what it feels like to have family?"
Teresa lowered her head.
Peter had acted like a rogue earlier, teasing her into calling him 'brother,' and then like a responsible elder brother, taking on the dirty, hard work.
Compared to those colleagues who always kept a straight face and constantly spoke of 'for the sake of the World',
Peter was vibrant, even a bit noisy.
His personality was slightly mischievous, but the warmth transmitted at that moment was real.
Teresa took a deep breath, carefully hiding a trace of unprecedented softness deep in her heart.
She straightened her back again, her eyes regaining their sharpness.
"Since you are working so hard, I can't lag behind either, dear brother."
...
At the same time.
On the streets of Manhattan, New York at two in the morning had not completely fallen asleep.
For this center of the World,
Daytime belonged to Wall Street elites and tourists, but the night belonged to its true soul.
Peter walked with his hands in his pockets.
Seemingly aimlessly, he walked into a deserted, dark alley.
It was piled high with trash cans, emitting the stench of rotting fruit peels and slop—a place even stray cats avoided.
Confirming that no one was around and there were no surveillance cameras,
Peter stopped his steps.
"System Space, suit up."
Peter thought, and a faint stream of light flashed across his body.
His casual hoodie and jeans instantly vanished, stored in the System Space.
In their place appeared a tight-fitting suit in red and blue,
The classic Spider-Man costume.
This was a small trick Peter had figured out in the system.
Any item classified as clothing or equipment could be instantly donned by thought.
This saved him the awkwardness of fumbling with clothes in a phone booth or a small alley.
"Hoo—this outfit is much more breathable."
Peter moved his neck, and the white lenses slightly contracted, adjusting the focus.
The next second,
He raised his wrist slightly, and a strong strand of Web fluid shot out, sticking to the outer wall of a skyscraper dozens of meters away.
"Whoosh!"
The immense pulling force instantly lifted him off the ground.
Peter was like a red bird, rapidly ascending through the jungle of steel and concrete.
The sound of the wind whistled past his ears, and the bustling traffic on the ground quickly shrank into flowing bands of light.
In just a few leaps,
He was crouching on top of a hundred-meter-tall building.
The cold night wind felt like a knife cut, but to Peter, it was merely a light breeze brushing his face.
His Constitution attribute, reaching 167 points, gave him a robust physique capable of ignoring extreme environments.
"Alright, let's deal with the rewards first."
Peter's thoughts sank into the system panel.
The 3 free attribute points from the previous mission reward were quietly lying in the unassigned area.
Without any hesitation,
Peter once again chose the option that had given him a taste of success.
[Constitution + 3]
The terrifying number, which had already reached 167 points, jumped again, becoming 170.
Chapter 16: The Spider-Bully Strikes
Although it was only a three-point increase, for Peter, whose base was already massive, it wasn't as obvious as it was initially.
But he could still clearly feel it.
A warm current pumped from his heart, instantly flowing through his entire body.
Every cell seemed to be cheering; muscle fibers became denser, and his stamina bar felt bottomless.
"This feeling of being full of energy is truly addictive."
Peter clenched his fist, feeling the surging power within him.
As for that one skill point,
He wasn't in a hurry to use it.
Good steel must be used on the blade's edge; skill points, as a scarce resource, must be saved for god-tier skills that can turn the tide at a critical moment.
Up to now, Peter had accumulated several skill points.
He planned to keep these skill points as trump cards.
He would wait until he learned some core skill in the future, or when his skills hit a bottleneck and needed a breakthrough, to use them for maximum effect.
After dealing with his attributes,
Peter continued to sit on the edge of the skyscraper, dangling his legs, and opened the dazzling [Mission List].
In the months since his transmigration, he had figured out the system's patterns.
Peter discovered that the conditions for triggering missions were relatively lenient.
As long as he actively engaged with the people and events of this World, it was very easy to trigger various missions.
Moreover,
Many missions had no explicit time limits, nor did they have penalties for failure.
He could completely treat it like playing an RPG game.
As long as a mission was triggered, regardless of difficulty, he would accept them all, stack them in the Mission List, and then choose to complete them based on his own time.
Since the system had no failure penalty, not accepting them would be a waste.
At this moment,
Peter's mission panel was densely packed with various long-term missions, looking almost like a shopping list:
[Long-term Mission: Underworld Turmoil]
Objective: Defeat or dismantle three large criminal syndicates in New York City.
Progress: 0 / 3
...
[Series Mission: Street Brawler]
Objective: Defeat five classic villains from the Spider-Manseries (such as Doctor Octopus, Green Goblin, Electro, etc.).
Progress: 0 / 5
(Note: Although Otto and Harry were subdued, the system judged it as'subduing' rather than 'defeating,' so they were not counted.)
...
[Special Achievement Mission: Elbow Genius]
Objective: Defeat a cumulative total of 10,000 enemies using the 'Elbow Strike' technique.
Description: A true powerhouse needs no flashy moves; one elbow strike is enough, all beings are equal. Let your elbow become the nightmare of criminals!
Progress: 3,452 / 10,000
...
[Advanced Mission: Path of the Martial Saint]
Objective: Possess over 100 different melee or fighting-type skills, with the proficiency of each skill being no lower than LV3.
Alternatively, by teaching disciples, progress is counted when a disciple's skill reaches LV3.
Progress: 12 / 100
...
Looking at the [Elbow Genius] mission, Peter couldn't help but laugh out loud.
This was a very bizarre mission, but one with generous rewards.
To complete it, Peter had practiced the 'Elbow Strike' until it was practically a basic attack over the past few months.
No matter if the opponent held a knife or a gun, he would just go in with an elbow strike.
"Perfect, Teresa's mission for the 'Crime Alliance' this time overlaps with these missions."
Peter calculated mentally.
"Investigating Kingpin means going to war with the gangs in Hells Kitchen. This will not only advance [Underworld Turmoil] but also allow me to farm data for [Elbow Genius] at the same time."
"If I'm lucky, that fat guy Kingpin can also count as a 'classic villain,' which would advance the progress on [Street Brawler] as well."
It was practically killing four birds with one stone—a huge win.
"Then let's go. I'll warm up first in the 'Newbie Village' and see what Kingpin is up to."
Peter's gaze pierced the night, directed toward the direction of Hells Kitchen.
"Whoosh!"
As soon as the words fell,
A strand of Web fluid cut through the night sky, and Peterleaped up.
His figure blended into the mottled night of Manhattan, swinging skillfully toward Hells Kitchen.
For Peter,
That area had long become a 'grinding spot' he frequented.
...
Hells Kitchen.
This name, which sounded full of gunpowder, was not undeserved.
It was located on the west side of Manhattan Island, separated from the bustling commercial center by only a few blocks.
Yet, it seemed like two completely different Worlds.
This was the scar of New York, a breeding ground for poverty, chaos, and sin.
The dilapidated red-brick apartment buildings were crammed with illegal immigrants and drug addicts; the narrow streets were littered with graffiti and broken bottles.
But for Peter,
This wasn't 'Hell'; it was a 'grinding spot' rich in resources.
The number of gang members, street thugs, and drug dealers here was astonishingly high.
They were like Goblins that respawned extremely quickly in an online game—no matter how much he cleared, they never went away.
If he wiped out this nest tonight,
New gangs would spring up like weeds tomorrow to fight over territory.
"Whoosh—"
Peter's figure shuttled between buildings, his Web fluidsticking to rusty fire escapes, allowing him to swing across the streets like a pendulum.
Although his movements were light and silent,
That iconic red and blue color scheme was still conspicuous under the dim yellow streetlights.
"Look! Who is that?!"
At the entrance of a convenience store on the street corner,
A young clerk who had just finished his night shift was about to lock up when he suddenly looked up.
He saw the figure streaking past and immediately shouted out excitedly.
"It's Spider-Man! Oh my God, he's here to dispense justice!"
A few homeless people and residents who hadn't slept yet also looked up, hope shining in their eyes.
In this neighborhood where even the Police were unwilling to interfere, the existence of Spider-Man was the only guardian deity in their hearts.
However,
For some others, this scene was no different from the arrival of the God of Death.
Two blocks away, in a dark alley,
Seven or eight gang thugs wearing leather jackets, covered in tattoos, and holding baseball bats and switchblades.
Were surrounding a trembling innocent passerby, preparing for their nightly routine of 'collecting protection fees.'
Suddenly,
A gust of wind swept past.
The leader, a thug with a mohawk, subconsciously looked up.
He happened to see the red and blue figure, which had stopped on the lamppost above them.
"Fuck! It's that guy!"
The mohawk thug's face instantly turned pale, and the switchblade in his hand clattered to the ground.
His voice changed pitch due to extreme fear.
"Bad news! It's the 'Spider-Bully'! Run!!"
"Damn it! It really is him!"
"Run! Don't let him get close!"
The thugs, who moments before looked ferocious, were now like chicks facing an eagle.
Their previous arrogance had vanished completely, each one terrified to the point of wetting themselves, forgetting even the pedestrian they had surrounded.
They turned and fled wildly toward the depths of the alley.
"He'll elbow us to death! Old George got hit by his elbow last time, and he's still lying in the ICU drinking liquid food!"
"How is this a superhero! He's practically a maniac!"
"Mommy! I'm quitting the underworld! I want to go home!"
Listening to the wailing coming from below, Peter, perched on the lamppost, shrugged helplessly.
"Spider-Bully? Am I really that terrifying?"
He touched his elbow, which had undergone a thousand refinements and was now as hard as diamond.
"I was just trying to help you set your bones straight."
Previously,
To complete the [Elbow Genius] mission, Peter had visited Hells Kitchen quite often.
He used his indestructible iron elbow to properly educate those gang members who committed evil deeds.
Given Peter's terrifying superhuman strength,
Even if he deliberately restrained his power, a mere 'brush' of his elbow against ordinary people,
The result was either death or severe injury.
The ruthlessness of Peter's attacks far surpassed that of Daredevil, who was also dispensing justice.
Therefore,
The moniker 'Spider-Man' was already famous and thunderous in the underworld of Hells Kitchen.
However, here,
He wasn't a hero, but a synonym for terror that made underworld elements tremble in fear.
Chapter 17: Elbow Strike Against a Genius
Hells Kitchen.
The name sounds mischievous and terrifying, but geographically speaking, it is indeed an inseparable part of Manhattan.
Like a burnt hole made by a cigarette butt on an exquisite velvet tapestry.
It was only a few blocks away from the dazzling Times Square, yet it felt like being in another parallel dimension.
But no matter what.
This was still New York, still possessing a prosperity far exceeding most other places.
Even if this prosperity was distorted and bloodstained.
Kingpin's throne.
The famous Fisk Tower, stood right on the edge of Hells Kitchen.
Like a black tombstone, overlooking this chaotic neighborhood.
Peter squatted on a streetlight, estimating the distance.
"Still a ways to go,"
he muttered softly, "But that's perfect. Before visiting Kingpin, I can enjoy some 'appetizers'."
Peter's lips curved slightly.
In his perception, not a single one of those 'experience babies' who had scattered and fled earlier could escape.
The next second, the figure on the streetlight vanished into thin air.
He didn't use the 'Fraud Magic' skill, purely because his speed was too fast.
Peter's speed had long surpassed the visual limit of ordinary people; to them, it was practically indistinguishable from teleportation.
"Hoo—Hoo—"
In the alley.
The gang leader with the mohawk was fleeing desperately with his subordinates.
His lungs gasped like a bellows due to the strenuous exercise, causing a burning pain.
But he didn't dare stop at all.
"Damn it! That red and blue demon didn't chase us, did it?"
The mohawk leader kept running while glancing back in terror.
The area behind him was empty.
Only scattered trash and newspapers whipped up by the wind.
"Looks like... we lost him?"
Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly turned his head and felt his heart stop.
The red and blue figure was hanging silently on the path ahead, just like a predator.
"Ah!!!"
The mohawk leader screamed in fright, his legs went weak, and he collapsed directly onto the ground.
The few underlings behind him also slammed on the brakes and piled into each other like they had seen a ghost, trembling.
"Spi-Spider-Man..."
The mohawk leader swallowed, his voice shaking terribly.
"P-Please spare us! We are just small fries, really!"
Seeing that Peter didn't immediately attack.
This group of thugs seemed to see a glimmer of hope and quickly began begging for mercy and making excuses in a babble.
"Yes, yes! Mr. Spider-Man, although we are in a gang, we usually only engage in petty skirmishes. We've never killed anyone!"
"That's right! We just robbed a convenience store and took some stuff!"
Another thug with green hair raised both hands, attempting to use the law to exonerate himself.
"And you know, everything we stole was within the 'Zero Dollar Purchase' limit!"
"The value of those items doesn't exceed 950 US dollars. According to state law, this is only a misdemeanor, and the Police barely even handle it!"
This was a scene of magical realism.
The so-called 'Zero Dollar Purchase'.
Just because certain states raised the threshold for theft amounts, many such actions fell into a legal gray area.
Even if a robbery occurred.
As long as the amount involved wasn't high, the Policewould even turn a blind eye and pretend not to see it.
However.
This group of thugs had clearly misunderstood one thing.
The one standing in front of them was not the Police, who were bound by rules and regulations.
Nor was it the original Spider-Man, who was constrained by the need to maintain so-called procedural justice.
He was Peter Parker.
But also a Transmigrator who possessed a system and believed in the principle: 'With great ability comes great territory'.
"The law?"
Peter tilted his head, the corner of his mouth under the mask curving into a sarcastic arc.
"You are talking about the law with me? Am I a judge? Or a jury?"
His tone carried a chilling casualness.
Did Peter care about these things? Was he someone who would strictly follow legal statutes to execute justice?
Obviously not.
He didn't care about justice; the superhero persona was just an act. Behind the scenes, Peter got along very well with people like Doctor Octopus and Green Goblin.
Peter's real goal tonight was to elbow someone.
The law.
It was merely a reference point for his bottom line, not a standard.
"But you don't need to be afraid. I have a no-kill principle; I never take a life."
Hearing this.
A flicker of joy crossed the thugs' eyes.
However, Peter's next sentence plunged them into the abyss.
"I just feel a bit itchy in my elbows lately and wanted to find a few tough punching bags to satisfy my elbow craving."
Before his voice faded, Peter's figure blurred again, without any flashy moves or winding up.
He simply took a step forward.
His right arm lifted, and his elbow, like a siege hammer, slammed into the mohawk leader's chest.
"Thump!"
A dull, heavy sound echoed in the alley—the sound of bone instantly shattering.
Under the horrified eyes of all the subordinates.
Their boss, weighing over two hundred pounds, was sent flying backward like a baseball being hit.
He flew in a straight line across the air, covering a distance of seven or eight meters.
"Boom!"
The mohawk leader's body smashed heavily against the brick wall at the end of the alley, causing the wall to crack in a web-like pattern.
He didn't even have time to scream.
His body slid down like a pile of mud, completely lifeless.
His chest was caved in at a bizarre angle.
A deathly silence enveloped the alley.
The remaining thugs watched their boss, whose life or death was unknown, and their upper and lower teeth began to chatter frantically.
"You... you..."
The green-haired thug pointed at Peter, tears and snot streaming down his face, shouting in collapse.
"Didn't you say you have a no-kill principle?! You killed him! You killed someone!"
Peter straightened up.
He patted the nonexistent dust off his elbow, then glanced at the mohawk leader collapsed in the corner.
"Don't talk nonsense; slander is a serious crime."
Peter chuckled lightly, his tone so relaxed it was chilling, completely unconcerned:
"He's not dead. He's just tired and suddenly wants to take a nap. My technique is very professional; I guarantee he's sleeping soundly."
"As for whether he can wake up, that depends on whether God is on vacation these few days."
What the hell is sleeping! He's clearly turned into a vegetable!
The other thugs no longer believed his nonsense.
In their eyes.
This guy in the spandex suit was far more terrifying than the cruelest assassin in Hells Kitchen.
Assassins kill for money; this guy elbows people for pleasure!
"Run! Run quickly!"
"He's a demon! He's Spider-Bully!"
The remaining five thugs let out screams, their extreme fear unlocking their potential.
They scattered in all directions, wishing they had two more legs.
"Run?"
Peter stood still, not moving at all, shaking his head helplessly.
He raised both hands, slightly flipping his wrists upward, aiming at the fleeing backs.
It must be mentioned here.
Peter Parker in this World had a mutation direction closer to the Tobey Maguire version of Spider-Man.
He didn't need to mix Web fluid in a lab or make mechanical shooters like the Holland or Garfield versions.
And worry about running out of Web fluid during a fight.
Or the shooter malfunctioning.
Peter possessed a special biological gland capable of automatically secreting high-strength biological Web fluid.
This Web fluid.
Its toughness was hundreds of times that of Kevlar fiber, and it was completely controlled by Peter.
It could be thick or thin as desired, white and sticky—truly an extension of his body.
Chapter 18: Fisk Tower
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Following five sharp sounds cutting through the air.
Five strands of tough, milky-white Web fluid, like venomous snakes with eyes, accurately struck the backs of the five thugs.
The Web fluid was extremely sticky, instantly adhering to their clothes.
"Come back here."
Peter suddenly yanked back with both hands, the streamlined muscles on his arms bulging slightly.
One must remember.
The basic strength of the Spider-Man in ordinary comics already reached an astonishing level of twenty to thirty tons.
And this Peter, who had been enhanced by the system.
His strength was conservatively estimated to have already reached a terrifying level of over a hundred tons!
These ordinary people in his hands were like a few slightly larger flies, completely unable to resist.
"Ah!!"
Accompanied by a string of exclamations.
The five burly men, who had already run more than ten meters away, felt an irresistible, immense force coming from behind.
Their feet left the ground.
They were yanked back like fish caught on a fishing line.
They described messy arcs in the air, all slamming back in front of Peter.
"Now, everyone is neatly lined up."
Peter looked at the pile of 'experience packs' on the ground and nodded with satisfaction.
Immediately after.
In the thugs' extremely horrified gazes, Peter moved.
This time.
He demonstrated what true skill was.
If the previous elbow strike was about 'miracles through brute force'.
Then this time, it was'speed conquers all in martial arts'.
Peter's figure weaved through the crowd, so fast that only a red and blue afterimage could be seen.
His every pause.
Was accompanied by a precise, ruthless elbow strike enough to make a professional boxing champion blush.
One second.
In just one second, six dull impact sounds echoed in the alley, merging into one continuous noise.
Six elbows in one second!
When Peter's figure stopped again, the ground was already covered with scattered, prone bodies.
All five thugs had rolled their eyes back, foaming at the mouth.
They had fallen into a 'deep sleep' that would likely require a ventilator and nutrient solution for the rest of their lives.
[Mission Progress Update: Elbow Genius (3459 / 10000)]
Hearing the system's pleasant notification sound, Peternodded contentedly, feeling exceptionally refreshed.
"My touch is getting better and better."
He stretched his joints, not even glancing at the'sleeping beauties' on the ground.
He shot out a strand of Web fluid, soaring into the air, and continued swinging toward the direction of Fisk Tower.
...
In the time that followed.
The gangsters of Hells Kitchen welcomed their doomsday.
Along the way.
Peter casually elbowed quite a few reckless individuals.
Any gang he encountered.
Whether they were trading or fighting, none escaped a righteous iron elbow.
"If I spend a few more months swinging around Hells Kitchen, the [Elbow Genius] mission should be almost complete."
Peter calculated internally while soaring through the air.
"This feeling of integrating the mission into daily life is really great."
Although there was still a considerable gap from the goal of ten thousand enemies.
Peter felt his command of the elbow was becoming increasingly proficient.
The transmission of force, the selection of angles, had gradually become a physical instinct.
He could now naturally integrate the elbow strike into his fighting style.
The elbow strike.
No longer a move used solely to complete a mission.
Completing the [Elbow Genius] mission.
For Peter now, it was no longer a tedious goal, but rather a form of enjoyment.
An enjoyment of pushing the aesthetics of violence to the extreme.
Thus.
Peter, as if strolling through a backyard, cleared the 'weeds' along the way.
Wasting nearly half an hour, he finally arrived at his destination.
Before him.
A majestic black skyscraper rose from the ground, piercing the clouds—Fisk Tower.
Peter landed lightly on the smooth glass curtain wall.
Countless microscopic, nano-level bristles on the surface of his hands and feet instantly adhered to the glass.
Relying on his monstrous core muscle group.
Peter stood vertically on the exterior wall a hundred meters high, completely ignoring gravity, his body perfectly parallel to the ground.
The night wind blew against him, but Peter remained motionless, like a statue.
"Let's see what this big fatty is up to."
Peter raised his left hand and pressed a button on his wristband.
"Voom--"
A faint but extremely high-frequency sound wave was instantly released, spreading out from Peter as the center toward the entire building.
This was a scanning technology based on the principle of echolocation.
It could construct an instant 3D model from the returning sound waves.
Simultaneously.
The interface in Peter's eyes changed.
The normal night vision mode switched to structural perspective mode.
Countless white lines outlined the building's steel frame, ventilation ducts, and elevator shafts in his vision.
Even the heat signatures behind the walls.
This was the Spider-suit Peter had modified with his genius mind, equipped with built-in X-ray vision and holographic scanning functions.
Its practicality completely crushed the original spandex suit.
Soon.
Peter's gaze locked onto the top floor of the building, which was Kingpin's luxurious office.
In the perspective view.
A human-shaped heat source, exaggeratedly large, stood out prominently.
The person's physique was almost twice as wide as an ordinary person, and even while sitting, he looked like a mountain of flesh.
"That must be Kingpin."
Peter muttered to himself. Opposite Kingpin, there were several other heat source figures.
Judging by their postures, they seemed to be engaged in some kind of discussion.
"It seems Teresa's intelligence was correct. This guy is indeed coordinating with others. Those people must be other New York gang leaders, or supervillains he recruited?"
A sudden urge flooded Peter's mind—the desire to rush in and give them all an elbow strike.
After all.
As the dignified Spider-Man, it was truly unacceptable that he hadn't even met a classic villain like Kingpin yet.
But just as he was about to move, some data at the edge of his eyepiece caught his attention.
"Hmm?"
Peter lowered his gaze toward the Base of the building.
The sonar scan feedback from his wristband indicated.
Beneath Fisk Tower, there were large hollow areas not present on the blueprints.
The structure there was unusually complex, filled with high-density metal shielding layers, and even massive energy readings.
Clearly, it was not an ordinary underground parking lot.
"An underground Base?"
Peter raised an eyebrow and couldn't help but mutter.
"What is wrong with this era? Does everyone need to dig tunnels?"
"Osborn Industries has an underground laboratory, S.H.I.E.L.D. has an underground Base, and now even a gangster like Kingpin has a secret underground Base?"
He stroked his chin, a flicker of curiosity in his eyes.
Although Kingpin's public identity was that of a philanthropist and entrepreneur, his true identity behind the scenes was the Emperor of the Underworld.
A gang leader.
Building such a complex underground Base was definitely not just for hiding drugs or weapons.
There must be some secret hidden there, perhaps something more valuable than the gang meeting on the top floor.
"The fatty on the top floor is there anytime; he won't run away."
Peter weighed the pros and cons.
He made a decision.
"But if I don't check out what's underground, I probably won't sleep well tonight."
He glanced at the massive figure on the top floor.
Then he changed direction, his figure resembling a gecko, sliding rapidly down the smooth glass curtain wall.
Target: The illegal underground structure of Fisk Tower.