Chapter 1738 - Ch: 459-467

Chapter 459-467

Four hundred and fifty-nine, Councillor Beckett

Although George hasn't been officially promoted yet, the internal procedures have been completed.

His uniform.

And his service weapon.

George has already received them. The new uniform cannot be worn before the official appointment, but the service weapon has already been swapped.

To be precise, George took advantage of this promotion and reimbursement opportunity to buy a Glock 17 with a silver coating to use as his brand new service weapon.

And George really liked his newly acquired gun.

Not because it was a Glock 17.

But because of its serial number!

777779!

Only the last digit wasn't a 7; the first five digits were all the lucky number 7.

George couldn't put it down. Just yesterday at dinner, George even took it out to show off, like a big kid who had gotten his favorite toy.

After all, a gun with such a serial number is rare and highly sought after.

George still remembered a newspaper article from the Firearms Association, where someone offered two million US dollars to collect a Glock 17 with all sevens in its serial number. A gun with a serial number one digit before George's, ending in an eight, was bought by a collector for five hundred thousand US dollars.

So, from a certain perspective.

George opened a free blind box and got a firearm worth hundreds of thousands.

So George was quite ostentatious that day.

But... Gwen took a look and then laughed, saying that the owner of the Glock 17 with all six sevens that George was so obsessed with was none other than Locke.

George was stunned at the time.

Then... George certainly didn't believe it. Immediately after, Gwen asked where Locke had put it, then ran to the Audi and took out the Glock 17 with all six sevens that had been in the car.

Seeing is believing.

George felt completely unwell at that moment.

As for why Locke's service weapon was with him now?

Let's put it this way.

Helen had spoken up at the time and discussed it with Locke. Since George liked the service weapon with the six sevens serial number so much, Locke didn't need to give it to George; he could just let George play with it for two days.

After George had shown it off to his colleagues or others, he could take it back.

And so.

Locke's service weapon ended up in George's hands.

After all... the gentle and virtuous mother-in-law had spoken, and it was for her husband's vanity. Plus, Gwen was also looking at Locke affectionately from the side. For such a trivial request, Locke couldn't find a reason to refuse.

However, Locke hadn't told George that this gun of his was actually 'enhanced'.

To be precise.

It had been slightly upgraded with a weapon upgrade card.

This gun was no longer an ordinary Glock 17; its accurate designation should be the 'Demon Slayer Gun'!

Yes.

However, unlike Locke's peerless divine weapon, this gun couldn't fire indefinitely. In fact, most of the time, this gun wouldn't have any obvious difference from other Glock 17s.

Because only after the bullets from this gun are fired, if the target is a supernatural creature, then the gun's function will be activated, delivering a heavy blow to the enemy.

But in normal times, for example, when dealing with robbers or murderers, the bullets from this gun are just ordinary bullets.

This is also why Locke felt at ease letting George show off the weapon for a few days.

It's just... he didn't expect that George would use the gun so soon after receiving it.

It must be said.

This was a very accidental coincidence.

However, now was not the time for George to ponder why Locke's service weapon was so unique, because the helicopter had already landed.

"Go, go, go!"

"Clear!"

"Clear!"

After the special agents entered the ruins, they quickly set up a perimeter around the area where the Weaver Miles had just fled. Immediately after, George and Beckett rushed to where the Shadow Spider-Man had collapsed weakly.

The mask was pulled off.

Beckett looked at the Shadow Spider-Man, who had just shot out webs to fight the spider monster, and said, "So, this is another Spider-Man from a parallel dimension?"

Lying on the ground, with blood at the corner of his mouth, the Shadow Spider-Man looked at Beckett, forced a smile, and struggled to make a polite gesture: "Nicolas Parker, it's a pleasure to see you again, Councilman Beckett."

"Councilman?"

Beckett was slightly stunned, blinked, and pointed to himself: "Are you talking about me?"

Could it be that I'm a councilman in another world?

The Shadow Spider-Man managed a slight smile, then rolled his eyes and dramatically fainted.

"Shit!"

"Ambulance!"

Seeing this, Beckett cursed, then quickly turned and shouted behind him: "Two people, quickly!"

Instantly.

The scene became a flurry of activity.

Soon.

Nicolas Parker, the Shadow Spider-Man who had almost been eaten by the Weaver Miles, was loaded onto an ambulance. Then, the ambulance, wailing, sped towards the New Amsterdam Hospital, the designated hospital for the NYPD, in the dawn light.

George watched the ambulance drive away, then turned to look at the Lincoln Center station, which looked like it had been blown up. He then looked at Barbara Morse beside him: "So, do you want this case?"

Barbara Morse opened her mouth.

Give it to us?

You might as well just say, let us take the blame.

Barbara Morse knew perfectly well what George meant by that sudden remark, but looking at the Lincoln Center station, which was almost beyond repair and would likely have to be torn down and rebuilt, she still tried to argue: "Superintendent Stacy, if I'm not mistaken, that officer must have also been killed by that monster."

George looked at the web in the evidence bag in his hand, which gave him a feeling similar to being in a holding cell, and nodded: "The person is mine, the body is yours."

Although George was someone who insisted on speaking through the law.

But when it came to a police killing.

And this was different from the previous police killing; this time, it happened inside the NYPD building. For George, such a murderer was not even qualified to receive a legal trial.

Because his actions had already been clearly defined by the law.

So... George's implied meaning was very clear.

I just want him dead!

I don't want the body.

Everything is yours. Likewise, if you take the benefits, you definitely have to take the blame.

Barbara Morse opened her mouth: "I need to make a call."

Tearing down and rebuilding a station, while not a huge expense for S.H.I.E.L.D., was not something she could directly decide.

However... as soon as Barbara Morse's call connected.

Hill's voice came through directly from the other end.

"Okay!"

Still at Peter Parker's home, Maria Hill watched the live broadcast on the TV screen, saw the scene of George talking to Barbara Morse, and immediately understood the meaning of Barbara's call.

After hanging up the phone.

Maria Hill glanced at Commander Victoria Hand, who had just arrived outside, signed confidentiality agreements with the two special agents, and returned. Then, looking at Peter Parker II sitting there, she pointed to the fighting scene that was starting to replay on the TV: "So, that eight-legged spider monster kidnapped you?"

Peter Parker II came back to his senses: "He's called Black Spider. In my world, he's the one who killed my dad and my mom. He also used the name Spider-Man to do all sorts of bad things. Two years ago, I swore I would catch this Black Spider and avenge my parents."

Although he didn't inherit his father Peter Parker's web-slinging ability.

But... he inherited everything else except the web-slinging ability.

Damn it.

If I could shoot webs, that Black Spider wouldn't have been able to catch me so easily.

Thinking of his debut and immediate failure, Peter Parker II felt a surge of anger. After all, he was concerned about his reputation, and he was also the hope of New York City. A portion of grown-up Spider-Man fans hoped that he, Peter Parker II, would inherit his father's glory and follow in his footsteps to become another protector of New York City after he grew up.

Maria Hill froze the TV screen, then looked at the Shadow Spider-Man lying on the stretcher, being carried away, and turned to Peter Parker II: "This one, you seem to know."

Because during the live broadcast, Peter Parker II had exclaimed "Uncle Nicolas."

Peter Parker II nodded: "Yes, but Uncle Nicolas isn't from my world. He's a Spider-Man from another world. My dad told me about him when he used to lull me to sleep."

Maria Hill and Victoria Hand exchanged glances.

Another parallel dimension?

"Are there many parallel dimensions?"

"Mm."

Peter Parker II looked at Maria Hill and Victoria Hand, perhaps feeling a sense of trust because they were women: "Not just Uncle Nicolas, but also Uncle Grumpy, the middle-aged man who broke up with my mom in another dimension and then suffered from amnesia. My dad said they formed a Trans-Dimensional Spider-Man team to fight big villains like Kingpin in various dimensions."

"Kingpin?"

"Mm."

Peter Parker II nodded vigorously: "Kingpin is also a bad guy. When I grow up, I'm going to catch Kingpin too."

As he spoke.

Peter Parker II suddenly paused: "Wait a minute, since Uncle Nicolas is here, what about Uncle Grumpy? And Penny? They should be here too; they're a team."

"There are two more?"

"Yes."

"No, I have to go find them!"

Peter Parker II said, quickly getting up: "If Black Spider teams up with this world's Kingpin, it will be terrible. They'll lure more Spider-Men here to their deaths."

460. The Upright and Incorruptible Stacy

Although he was only ten years old and had only just made his debut...

But... that didn't stop him from knowing certain things. For example, that damn Black Spider, after his father died, had impersonated his father to lure several Spider-Men from other dimensions and then devoured them.

Peter Parker II felt it was necessary for him to go and rescue them.

However, he was stopped.

Maria Hill restrained Peter Parker II—who looked a bit too hot-headed, ready to rush into action without considering the enemy's strength—and said with a slight smile, "Don't worry. Our World isn't as helpless as you think."

As she spoke...

Maria Hill looked toward Victoria Hand.

"Activate the S.H.I.E.L.D. Satellites!"

"Where is Natasha now? Is she still in New Orleans?"

"Yes."

Commander Victoria Hand nodded as she sent out Maria Hill's authorization. "Yes, she's still over at the Academy for Girls. However, her annual leave should be coming to an end soon."

Maria Hill smiled. "Connect with Natasha and see if the Witch Academy is interested in coming over to join the fun."

Peter Parker II opened his mouth, watching Maria Hill turn to walk out. "Uh, excuse me, we're talking about the Black Spider—a Black Spider that gains abilities by devouring other Spider-Men. I think bringing over a few women..."

Maria Hill stopped in her tracks and turned back to Peter Parker II, blinking. "Did I say women? I said Witches. The kind of Witches that can destroy the World."

Peter Parker II: "..."

What a joke.

Their World had superheroes, but only one.

Captain America, Steve Rogers.

And besides.

Could a single pitch-Black Spider monster really come to New York City to throw its weight around?

Was it crazy?

Putting aside the fact that Maria Hill could call in the Witches from New Orleans for help, she still had a trump card in hand.

A walking disaster!

Locke Broughton!

The Black Spider?

Heh.

If all else failed, she could just have Locke Broughton wander around wherever the Black Spiderappeared. Maria Hill always felt there was about a sixty percent chance that his presence would trigger an even greater disaster; no matter how powerful the Black Spider was, it would have to kneel.

But... that was the final trump card, not to be used lightly. If it accidentally caused New York City to reenact the poseidon disaster, Locke would still walk away unscathed, but everyone else would likely be wiped out.

For now?

Just notifying the Witch Academy and having them stand by to take down the spider would be enough. In fact, they might not even need the Witch Academy.

After all, Peter Parker II had said there were two other Spider-Men, but during the live broadcast from the Lincoln Center station on 66th Street just now, those two were nowhere to be seen.

Were they dead?

Yes.

Dead.

When Maria Hill arrived at 66th Street, the FDNY personnel found a body in the rubble and carried it out.

The figure was wearing a red uniform.

But it was completely shriveled, as if every drop of fluid in the body had been sucked dry and squeezed out by something.

"This is..."

"Peter Parker!"

???

The FDNY officer looked at George, who was staring up at him, and Maria Hill, who had just arrived. He pulled a business card from his pocket and handed it over. "Found this in his pocket."

George took it.

He looked at it.

Peter Parker, Spider-Man, Business Contact Number XXXX... Well.

This must be that so-called decadent middle-aged Spider-Man, Maria Hill thought to herself.

She then looked at the firefighter. "Anything else?"

The firefighter shook his head. "Thermal imaging shows that besides this one, there's nothing else in the ruins."

Maria Hill raised an eyebrow.

Nothing?

Then where did that girl named Peni go?

No.

There should be another Peter Parker whose whereabouts are unknown.

The Peter Parker of their World.

So... where did those two go?

Maria Hill wondered as she looked at New York City, where dawn was fast approaching.

Hells Kitchen!

Nelson & Murdock Law Office.

With a thud.

The door opened.

Matt Murdock, dressed in all black, led two dusty figures into the office. He went straight into his walk-in closet. In less than two minutes, Daredevil was offline, and Attorney Matt Murdock was back.

Tonight had been far too intense.

Matt Murdock had originally intended to find his client because the case seemed suspicious. As it turned out, he found his client—several of them, in fact.

Furthermore, he had witnessed several versions of Spider-Man.

After stepping out of the closet, Matt pulled the curtains shut with a snap, closed the front door again, and said to the shaken Peter Parker and Peni Parker, "That spider shouldn't be coming back for a while."

Peter Parker couldn't help but sigh in relief and sat on the sofa. "What the hell is going on?"

Peni Parker looked at Matt Murdock curiously. "Are you blind?"

"Yes."

"But you didn't act like a blind person at all just now."

"Is that so?"

Matt turned his gaze toward Peni Parker. "You see the World with your eyes, while I see it with my heart. Although it's different from what you see, I can see many things by looking with my heart."

"For example."

"You're talking to me on purpose, trying to reduce your fear, little girl."

"...I am not."

"Your heart says otherwise."

"What?"

Matt smiled, then stood still for a moment before saying, "The one who stayed behind to cover the retreat... uh, that person isn't dead. He was sent to the hospital."

Peni Parker paused. "You mean Uncle Nicholas? How do you know?"

Matt replied, "I don't know who this 'Uncle Nicholas' is, but the person who covered the retreat isn't dead, though he is injured. Also, the one who tried to kill you, the one who calls himself Miles Morales, is also injured."

Peni Parker's eyes lit up. "That's great! I knew Shadow Spider was the best. He actually managed to injure that damn Black Spider."

"No."

"Huh!"

Matt shook his head. "It wasn't that person you mentioned who injured him. It was a handgun."

"What?"

Peni Parker fell silent. "A handgun? That's impossible."

Was he joking? If the Black Spider were that easy to kill, would they be so afraid? This was the most terrifying Black Spider, who grew stronger by devouring one Spider-Man after another.

A handgun?

Haha, that's a joke.

Matt remained expressionless. "That is what I heard."

"Then you must have heard wrong."

"I did not."

"Hmm?"

Matt was very confident in himself. "Your eyes can deceive you, but my hearing will not."

Peni Parker was silent for a moment, then looked up at Matt. "Your arrogance reminds me of a guy from my World who was also mysteriously confident in himself. He wore a suit all day, loved wandering at night, and despite being an ordinary person, insisted he was the Eldest Son of Darkness."

She was talking about the Gavin Broughton of her World.

As for her relationship with Gavin Broughton?

Uh... in her World, Gavin Broughton was the biggest landlord in New York City. After all, when superheroes and villains fought, there was bound to be some collateral damage. Basically, every time Peni Parker deployed her SP//dr mech, Gavin Broughton would threaten to take her to court for damages.

Not a gentleman at all.

Moreover, if Peni Parker hadn't secretly done a blood test on him, she would have thought the guy was an immortal Vampire. After all, it was very unscientific for one person to own sixty percent of the land in New York City.

However... thinking aside, that didn't stop her from using her cute appearance. As long as she showed up with a sweet smile and pretended to be that guy's little fangirl, the compensation wouldn't be necessary. In fact, some of the research funding for Peni Parker's mech was actually swindled from the hands of that man who called himself the Eldest Son of Darkness.

Just then.

Peni Parker watched as Matt pulled out a phone and was slightly stunned. "Who are you calling?"

Matt took out his flip phone, which he hadn't had any spare money to replace because he frequently took on pro bono cases. "Weren't you looking for George Stacy? I'm calling him."

Saving people was one thing.

Acting as a vigilante was another.

But this time, whether as Matt the Daredevil or Matt the lawyer, he felt that this matter had far exceeded the scope of what he could control.

He saved them simply because of his kind heart.

"No!"

It wasn't Peni Parker who spoke, but Peter Parker.

Peter Parker looked up at Matt and said, "The NYPD is currently looking for me."

Matt said, "If you're referring to the death of that officer, I think Officer George Stacy already knows the truth. Although most officers in the NYPD are useless, Police Superintendent George Stacy is an exception."

Even in Matt's estimation...

George was one of the few officers in the NYPD who was upright, incorruptible, unafraid of power, and acted according to the law and justice.

In fact... after reviewing George's resume and files, Matt thought that if all New York City Police Officers were like George, he probably wouldn't need to run around as a vigilante at night after fighting cases all day.

As he spoke...

Matt directly dialed George Stacy's personal number...

461. Chester in hospital

Early morning!

Manhattan was bustling with various revelries last night, but here on Fifth Avenue, it remained calm and peaceful.

At most.

Gwen, blowing her hair dry on the balcony, looked curiously towards 66th Street, then turned to Locke, who was sitting inside, drinking the coffee she had just brewed: "Did anything happen last night?"

Locke turned to look: "What's wrong?"

"A lot of police cars came from 66th Street."

"Really?"

Locke got up from the bar stool, walked to the balcony, stood beside Gwen, and looked towards 66th Street, smiling: "Why didn't I see them?"

Gwen raised an eyebrow: "I just saw a lot of police cars turn the corner. I guess something big must have happened on 66th Street."

Locke said, "Oh," and took out his phone: "Won't we know if we just check?"

This is modern society.

What secrets can be hidden?

Unless... S.H.I.E.L.D. intervened.

Locke searched the major New York newspapers this morning and found nothing. He looked at Gwen: "See, no big news. Hurry up, didn't you say you had to be at Osborn's by nine?"

Gwen came back to her senses: "Right, don't bother me while I'm drying my hair, I'm going to be late."

Saying that.

Gwen slapped Locke's'salty pig hand' away and complained to him.

Locke smiled, turned, and walked back into the house.

There was indeed big news last night.

Locke had watched a whole night of drama from the balcony.

Oh boy.

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse!

Frankly speaking, Locke had originally wanted to get a closer look, as it was a rare occurrence. But considering the issue of a peaceful life, if he went to watch the show and ended up becoming a participant instead of an outsider, and his reward was directly forfeited, who would he complain to?

After all, the mission allowed him to act in self-defense, but not to take the initiative. Going out of his way to cause trouble and then finding an excuse for self-defense was also not allowed.

Locke had asked the dog system.

So... Locke watched for a while, and after seeing George's shot directly take out a fifth of the black Spider-Man's health, he went back to sleep. After all, it was almost dawn by then.

Soon.

Locke yawned and drove Gwen, who was in the passenger seat, to the Osborn Bio-Industrial Building.

Gwen, in the passenger seat, kept glancing at Locke.

After a while.

Gwen finally couldn't help but look at Locke, who had yawned more than a dozen times, and was very curious.

"What's wrong with you?"

"What?"

"Yawning."

Gwen blinked and said, "You've already yawned for the fifty-fifth time since you woke up this morning."

Locke smiled: "Really?"

"Mhm."

Gwen turned her body, looking at Locke with some curiosity: "You never seemed like this before, were you not sleeping well last night?"

Locke glanced at Gwen: "...I guess so."

He had watched the show all night.

Logically speaking, he shouldn't be tired.

But while he was watching the show last night, someone was constantly muttering about him, or teasing his sixth sense, keeping it on the verge of being triggered.

It was very annoying.

If his sixth sense had been triggered just one step further, it would have directly activated Locke's autonomous defense system. After all, in Locke's settings, if someone intended to harm him, then his retaliation would be considered legitimate self-defense.

But... his sixth sense never quite got there.

That was a bit ridiculous.

Locke had originally planned that as soon as his sixth sense was triggered, he could enter a state of self-defense. At that point, whatever he did wouldn't jeopardize his mission completion, and he could go to 66th Street to watch the excitement.

But it was all a game.

Even when George arrived on the scene, his sixth sense was still lingering.

This made Locke a bit annoyed. If it weren't for the mission, he would have long since gone and found out who was teasing his sixth sense, and then, because of that person's teasing, sent them to meet their maker.

However, considering the 100,000 points he could get by staying calm for the next three months and ignoring everything else, Locke, after seeing George appear, simply temporarily deactivated his sixth sense. He didn't want to get a nervous breakdown waiting for self-defense that never came.

So.

Yawning was Locke's way of venting the suppressed anger in his heart.

But he had already vented this morning.

Locke smiled and looked at Gwen: "I went to bed very late last night, and then, this morning, the amount of exercise was a bit much. You were just lying down anyway, so it's normal to feel a bit sleepy."

Gwen gave Locke a big eye-roll, not bothering to engage in that topic. She looked out the window at the congested traffic, which was very characteristic of the local area: "Manhattan Island has been unsealed. I wonder if my dad caught Peter Parker."

When Gwen woke up this morning, she had called George.

But George didn't answer.

He might be busy.

Locke said, "Catching him would naturally be best, but if he wasn't caught, Manhattan Island would still have to be opened up. George can seal the island for one night, but he certainly can't keep it sealed."

He would be impeached.

Manhattan is the very center of New York City. Sealing it for one night is no big deal.

But try sealing it during the day?

Simply put, at George's current level, he can seal it for one night, but continuous sealing is not enough; it would incur public wrath.

No, wait.

It seems that this case is no longer under the responsibility of George's NYPD.

Locke had seen it clearly last night; walking off the helicopter with George was Agent Mockingbird from S.H.I.E.L.D., Ms. Barbara Morse.

If Locke's guess was correct, George must have already passed the buck to S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Wait a minute."

As they passed 66th Street, Gwen, in the passenger seat, called out. Then, she looked at the nearby Lincoln Center Station, which was now a ruin, and then at Locke: "Nothing happened last night?"

Gwen said, taking out her phone and opening various class group chats.

But... it was calm and peaceful.

"That's strange."

Gwen was slightly stunned and opened a group called 'Goddess Legion' which included Cindy, Pepper, and others: "Dears, Lincoln Center Station on 66th Street is surrounded by police officers, what's going on?"

Soon.

Cindy's voice message came through: "Gwen, please, your dad is a senior police superintendent, and you don't even know? Kahn and I have been on Long Island, how could we possibly know?"

Pepper sent a photo that seemed to be from a small Pacific island: "On vacation with the boss, not in New York."

Cindy sent a string of capitalized envy, almost explicitly asking to be taken care of.

Betty also said, "I checked online, and there doesn't seem to be any news about this. Did you see it wrong?"

Gwen was slightly taken aback. She took a photo of 66th Street as they drove past and sent it: "There's a picture, there's truth. I was curious too why there's no news online at all."

Cindy and Betty sent a little yellow man with a question mark.

Gwen rolled her eyes, put away her phone, and looked at Locke: "What do you think is going on?"

Locke kept his eyes on the road ahead, which was jammed up like a pot of porridge leading to the Osborn Industrial Building, and changed the subject: "I think you might be late."

Gwen looked at the time on her wristwatch.

Eight fifty.

Then, looking at the road ahead, which was blocked for at least a kilometer, she was dumbfounded.

The next second.

Gwen directly opened the car door, grabbed her backpack, and said to Locke in the car: "I'm not waiting for you, you can go slowly, I'm going first."

After speaking.

Before Locke could even say anything, Gwen directly crossed the road, walked to the sidewalk on the other side, and then jogged all the way towards the Osborn Bio-Industrial Building, which was only about a kilometer away.

Locke, sitting in the car, watched Gwen's retreating figure, couldn't help but smile, and shook his head.

Gwen is White Spider, that's right.

Gwen can also keep her secrets, that's also right.

But... Locke felt that these things, the less Gwen participated in, the better. After all, Gwen was on the gentle and intellectual path, and all the fighting and killing was too violent.

Moreover.

Locke felt that he wasn't without the ability and strength to protect Gwen. Gwen keeping secrets could be a little bit of playful fun between lovers. Locke quite liked seeing himself occasionally ask a question, and then watch Gwen give a dry laugh and try to explain.

It was quite interesting.

Locke thought to himself, yawned again, held the steering wheel with one hand, rested the other on the armrest, and looked at the terrible traffic that wouldn't move. At this rate, he estimated it would take two hours to turn around and get back to the Star Tower.

"Forget it."

Locke always had a good attitude and no road rage at all: "If it's jammed, it's jammed. Anyway, I'm not a miserable 997 office drone."

Just then.

The phone rang.

"Ring ring ring!"

Locke answered the phone: "Carrie, what's wrong?"

At this moment, Carrie, standing outside the operating room at New Amsterdam Hospital, said, "Locke, something happened. Chester was just rushed into surgery."

Locke's mind instantly froze.

Chester... in the emergency room?

"How could that be?"

"Agatha beat him."

"..."

Carrie opened her mouth, thinking of Chester's instructions to her just before he was pushed into the operating room, but she shook her head, feeling it was necessary to tell the truth: "I don't know why, but Agatha, who was supposed to be in New Orleans, came back to New York last night. Then, I heard, she saw Chester in bed with three call girls."

Locke raised an eyebrow: "Then he got a beating from Agatha. Serves him right, that scumbag, greedy and unfaithful!"

"No."

"Hmm?"

"It seems Agatha said something like, 'When I was here, you couldn't even satisfy one of me. Now that I'm gone, you can call three? You've got guts! Come on, if you don't satisfy me today, I'll beat your dog head in.'"

"..."

462. Miles strikes again

Locke listened to Carrie's phone call, his mouth slightly agape, unable to close it for a long time.

He didn't know why, but even though it sounded absurd, Locke felt there was a tiny bit of logic to it when applied to Chester.

After all… Chester was a ruthless individual who could even drain a succubus dry.

But.

After meeting Agatha, Chester withered. Otherwise, Agatha wouldn't have left Chester back then. He had thought they would never have a chance to meet again, but unexpectedly, because of Carrie, Agatha came back.

And Agatha was a woman with a strong desire for control.

As for Chester?

Poor Chester.

"I'll be right there."

"Okay."

Locke hung up the phone, shook his head, and looked at the road ahead, which was still a chaotic mess. After a moment of thought, he sharply turned the steering wheel, drove directly onto the sidewalk, then floored the accelerator, driving against traffic and speeding towards New Amsterdam Hospital.

After all, Chester was his first friend. Although the reason for him being in the emergency room was somewhat absurd, he still needed to go and see him, both emotionally and rationally.

Just as Locke drove his car onto the sidewalk, Gwen, after a hurried journey, finally clocked in at Osborn Bio-Industrial at 9 AM with a beep.

Entering the laboratory.

Dr. Curt Connors and the rest of the lab staff were already there.

"Good morning."

Gwen hugged a female colleague she was close with: "Did you all come in very early?"

The female colleague looked at Gwen: "Early, no, no, we didn't go home at all last night."

"Ah."

"Dr. Connors is very focused on today's experiment, and besides, Manhattan was on lockdown yesterday, so Jack and I stayed behind."

The female colleague said with a smile on her face, showing not a hint of resentment from working all night.

Because, with the military's investment, the salary they received, plus the success bonuses from the budget, were enough to perfectly eliminate any resentment. As the saying goes, if it were before, let alone working all night, even if it was just a regular overtime shift, she would have just been slacking off.

No money, who the hell would work hard for you?

Dr. Connors, who was talking to a few staff members over there, saw Gwen walk in after he finished, and greeted her: "Gwen, you're here."

Gwen nodded: "Good morning, Dr. Connors."

The one-armed Dr. Connors had a joyful expression: "Today is the first biological experiment for the Human Rehabilitation Project. I have a feeling that the experiment we have been researching for so many years will be successful."

By then, there will be no more disabled people in the world.

Of course.

At first, this technology would definitely be very expensive, but that was reasonable. After all, the research funds invested in developing this Human Rehabilitation Project were enormous.

Would capital be willing to spend money on research if there weren't high-priced profits? Could capital do such a foolish thing?

However… it's fine.

At first, the price might indeed be very expensive, but after a few decades, once the costs and profits have been recouped, it might still return to an affordable price for the common people.

Moreover, it's already great that he can recover.

After all, Dr. Connors didn't just wake up one day and say, 'Hey, maybe we should research human rehabilitation engineering.' Although Dr. Connors often joked about his missing arm, deep down, he cared a lot about it. That's why he chose to research human rehabilitation engineering.

Finally… after so many years of research, just when he thought it would take another year to enter the biological experiment phase, Gwen arrived with the military, and the military, without hesitation, accelerated the experiment's progress with money, shortening what should have been another year's worth of progress to the present.

Therefore, it was very difficult for Dr. Connors not to admire Gwen.

Gwen said with a smile: "Dr. Connors, congratulations. I believe you will definitely succeed."

Dr. Connors, his face full of smiles, looked at Gwen and the others: "This is the result of all our research."

The few people exchanged glances, then their faces also broke into smiles.

Dr. Connors's intelligence was very high, and his emotional intelligence was also on point. If it were Dr. Syme, or that Richard Parker, if they failed, it would be the fault of all the lab members, but if they succeeded, it would be their individual success.

But Dr. Connors was different.

At the very least… Dr. Connors's utilitarianism wasn't that strong.

"How are preparations for the lab going?"

"Ten more minutes."

"Let's go."

Gwen blinked: "Aren't we doing the experiment in our lab?"

"No."

The female colleague who had just spoken to Gwen smiled and said: "Didn't I tell you? The second basement floor has also been given to us."

Gwen was slightly stunned, then followed the others out of the lab and walked towards the elevator.

"The second basement floor?"

"No choice, the gamma ray radiation is too strong, and the military controls this kind of equipment very strictly."

As she spoke.

The elevator doors opened.

It only took a dozen seconds to go from above ground to below ground.

Upon entering.

The first thing that caught the eye were the two fully armed soldiers, with loaded firearms, standing not far away.

They were sent here by General Thaddeus Ross to guard the gamma equipment inside, to prevent anyone outside of Dr. Connors's lab from coming in and using the equipment.

"Ding!"

Dr. Connors and Gwen, among others, swiped their cards, gained access, and then saw several people bustling about in the laboratory with transparent glass not far away, carrying out the preliminary preparations for the biological experiment.

"Hmm?"

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

Gwen lowered her head, looking at the transparent fine hairs that suddenly stood up on the back of her hand, shook her head, smoothed them down, and then looked around the second basement floor, which was the size of a football field.

The surroundings were clear at a glance.

It seemed… there were no sources of threat.

What's going on?

Gwen felt a tiny bit of unease inside, feeling that something was wrong, but she couldn't pinpoint exactly what the problem was.

Entering the laboratory.

"Doctor!"

"Doctor!"

"Doctor."

The people in the lab, preparing for the experiment, greeted Dr. Connors as he walked in, but they didn't stop their work: "We just need the wiring from the power lab."

Osborn Industries had its own power system.

At the same time… that power system was also researched by Osborn itself, just like Osborn Bio-Industrial, with 'bio' first and 'industrial' second. The electricity was also inspired by bio-electric eels.

In the power engineering research department, countless electric eels tirelessly and without complaint released all the electricity needed to support Osborn Bio-Industrial.

"Look!"

Dr. Connors led Gwen and the others to put on sterile lab coats, then walked into the lab, and then pointed to the lab behind the glass, where a gamma device was stored: "This will be the place where miracles are born."

Everyone thought that the armless Venus de Milo was a representation of beauty.

Dr. Connors had always scoffed at such a statement. If Venus herself were to come, she would never believe that she, without her arms, was beautiful.

Imperfection being a form of beauty was merely the idea of a group of pathological people.

Perfection… was the true definition of beauty.

As he spoke.

Buzz!

Dr. Connors looked up, watching the lights above, which suddenly brightened due to a power surge. Then, he focused on the lab in front of him: "In the future, this pathological sense of beauty will be completely gone."

To rid the world of the pathology of imperfection, Dr. Connors felt that his actions could go down in history.

As for the Nobel Prize?

That thing, if you paid enough money, you could have as many as you wanted. After all, only a small handful of people believed that the selection for the Nobel Prize was fair and just.

The Nobel surname was capital, after all.

Soon.

The experiment officially began.

Dr. Connors and Gwen entered the lab together. Immediately afterwards, a monkey with a physical defect, missing two paws, and secured in a device, was brought out.

Biological experiments certainly couldn't be conducted directly on humans.

Although India had indicated that ten US dollars could get an experimental subject, for the sake of appearances, it was still necessary for them to conduct a preliminary biological experiment to gather data.

As for whether a real biological experiment was conducted or if it was faked, India didn't care, as long as there was biological experiment data.

However… Dr. Connors was genuinely confident in this experiment, so he arranged this biological experiment. As for how this monkey with a missing arm came to be.

That was the business of the biological test subject provision team. He was just a scientist. How the test subjects came about was none of his business, but whether the test subjects met his standards, that was his business.

Aside from being somewhat lethargic, all other physical indicators of the test subject were normal.

"Hmm."

Dr. Connors looked up at Gwen, who was across from him, wearing a white mask and rubber gloves with her hands crossed, and nodded: "Then, let's begin."

Gwen nodded, also looking calm.

But… the spider-sense seemed to be getting closer and closer.

Underground.

In a certain excavated cave.

Miles Morales, the Weaver, lay on the ground, consuming his self-produced silk to quickly heal his wound. As he was recalling how powerful the pistol was, he suddenly seemed to sense something.

Whoosh.

Miles Morales's gaze immediately turned to a certain spot.

There… the White Spider's aura was very strong!

463. The Transformation of Dr. Lizard

Regarding the research on the "Human Recovery Engineering Serum," Dr. Curt Connors was the earliest to study it. During this period, he encountered numerous problems and overcame them one by one, but one problem remained consistently unsolved.

It wasn't until the Military arrived some time ago, bringing money and, along the way, Bruce Banner.

And then... the final problem was overcome.

Previously, the extracted Lizard Serum had some effects, but they were not significant. Once time was up, it would automatically revert. The reason was its lack of stability. From Bruce Banner's research on gamma rays, Dr. Curt Connors finally managed to fill this gap.

Along with the operation of the gamma rays.

Buzzing...

Inside that test tube, the Lizard Serum, which was originally transparent, began to undergo a different change under the intervention of the gamma rays. It seemed to be moving towards a strange amber color.

"Did it succeed?"

"Yes."

Dr. Connors, now wearing a protective suit, looked with joy at the Lizard Serum in the gamma equipment, more than half of which had turned amber, and nodded: "After improving the algorithm, it's finally a success."

Gwen glanced at Dr. Connors, whose joy was plain to see, and felt happy for him as well.

But just then...

"Hiss!"

"..."

Even though Gwen was wearing a thick protective suit, it didn't stop Dr. Connors from looking up at her, as she seemed to bristle like a startled cat, and asking, "What's wrong?"

Gwen's expression changed instantly.

The aura of the Black Spider... "Run, Dr.—"

"Boom!"

Before she could finish, there was a loud crash. The floor exploded as if blasted by something. Then, The Weaver Miles—who had lost his right arm, with countless spider-like hairs squirming at the stump—burst through the floor.

The powerful Impact directly knocked over Dr. Connors, who was closest.

If Gwen hadn't seen this and caught Dr. Connors from behind, the back of his head would likely have hit the nearby gamma equipment, and he would have been killed instantly.

"Jie jie!"

The Weaver Miles licked his lips, letting the black liquid cover him. "So, you're here."

When he first caught Cindy Moon, he had felt something slightly off.

Nothing else.

The aura of Cindy Moon's White Spider seemed much weaker.

The Weaver Miles had originally thought the White Spider here was just like that, but fate had given him an unexpected surprise.

I have always been favored by God.

The Weaver Miles thought to himself. Just when he thought he would be permanently maimed after his arm was shattered by that unscientifically powerful pistol, God gave him a huge surprise by delivering the real White Spider right to him.

Miles decided that after going back, he would go to a church to fulfill his vow.

For example... sending a dozen or so believers to God as a gift.

Courtesy calls for reciprocity, after all.

Moreover, this place seemed to hold more surprises for him than just that.

"And this."

The Weaver Miles's gaze fell upon the shimmering amber Lizard Serum in the gamma equipment, and he couldn't help but swallow. "This is good stuff."

He felt the black cells inside his body cheering and leaping with joy.

It seemed that this Lizard Serum could not only take his strength to the next level but also grant him entirely new abilities.

"I like this World."

The Weaver Miles said excitedly. Then, glancing at Gwen and Dr. Connors, he opened his remaining right hand. "Boom!"

A spider web whistled through the air.

Gwen's eyes narrowed. She quickly pulled Dr. Connors to the side to dodge.

Sizzle!

The spider web landed on the glass, instantly making a sizzling, corrosive sound. With a bang, the glass—which should have been very strong—shattered into a spiderweb pattern in the blink of an eye.

The soldiers guarding outside heard the commotion and rushed in.

But!

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

The Weaver Miles gave a shudder and once again transformed into a terrifying spider form. His long legs, like sharp spears, directly impaled the two poor soldiers. Then, he walked toward the gamma equipment containing the Lizard Serum.

"No!"

Dr. Connors, still a bit dizzy from the shockwave of the explosion, watched in a daze as The Weaver Miles walked straight toward his life's work. He felt terrible. He stood up and moved toward him, intending to stop him. "That's mine."

The Weaver Miles glanced at the approaching Dr. Connors with a cruel grin, his spear-like spider leg already raised high.

"Dr.!"

Gwen was momentarily stunned. She called out to Dr. Connors as he ran. Just as she was about to transform, her Spider-Sense suddenly flared. She looked toward the large hole The Weaver Miles had just burst through. "Boom!"

Because Miles had broken through the floor, it caused a power surge imbalance. At that moment, a ghostly blue surge of electricity erupted from the hole, drifting through the air as if drawn by something. It rapidly flowed toward the gamma equipment, which was also starting to malfunction due to the power imbalance.

The next second.

Boom!

The light from the gamma equipment suddenly intensified. In that instant, the light generated by the excessive gamma rays seemed to ignite the air in the lab. With a pop, the surrounding glass shattered. Simultaneously, the color in the already-formed amber test tube began to shift toward a deep green at an eerie speed.

Instantly!

An explosion that shook the entire second basement level rang out.

Like an earthquake.

"Dr...."

The black-and-white-clad Gwen flipped in the air and landed steadily on her hands. She moved away from the area near the lab where a strange green mist was starting to form. Her appearance returned to normal as she called out worriedly.

If Gwen hadn't run fast enough, she would likely have been surrounded by that strange, thick mist.

But... the others weren't so lucky.

At the moment The Weaver Miles burst through the ground, the powerful Impact had already knocked the other team members unconscious. The soldiers and researchers who arrived later suffered even more at Miles's hands.

"Hiss!"

Within the strange green mist, The Weaver Miles, looking like a hideous giant spider, hissed. Then, his form gradually began to shrink within the thick fog. "Ah!"

The Weaver Miles had a twisted expression. He stared at his severed arm, where the flesh had been torn by that unscientific pistol. It felt itchy. Then, as the thick mist poured in, the severed arm seemed to regrow at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In fact... it wasn't just his arm that was regenerating; his back was too.

Specifically, at the base of The Weaver Miles's spine.

Pfft.

The Weaver Miles was momentarily stunned. He turned his head, trying to see his own backside. There, a green tail was being born.

"Wait..."

The Weaver Miles was taken aback. He didn't mind being able to extend many tentacles, as they could be retracted, but he very much minded growing a tail that couldn't be taken back. "No."

As he spoke.

The Weaver Miles intended to leave this thick aura. He felt that if he stayed any longer, he might grow more than just a tail.

"Your turn."

The Weaver Miles looked up, his eyes falling on Gwen Stacy outside the mist. He pushed aside the matter of his growing tail and grinned cruelly. "Gwen Stacy, I still remember what the last Gwen Stacy I tasted was like. Maybe you can give me a comparison."

Gwen remained silent, her black and white spider suit squirming.

Just then.

"Roar!"

"Hmm?"

"Stay away from my assistant!"

"...What?"

The Weaver Miles, who had just stepped out of the green mist, turned his head. In the next second, his eyes narrowed as he saw a green, humanoid monster dive straight out of the thick fog and slam into him with immense force.

Boom!

The Weaver Miles was smashed directly into the wall.

"Dr.?"

Gwen looked at the humanoid creature that had violently knocked The Weaver Miles away—it looked like a man yet also very much like a walking lizard. She couldn't help but cry out in surprise, "Dr.Connors?"

The lizard-like Dr. Connors looked at Gwen with his reptilian compound eyes, nodded, and said, "Leave this place quickly, Gwen."

"Jie jie!"

"Thud!"

The Weaver Miles pulled himself out of the cracked wall behind him. With a strange laugh, he stared at the 2.2-meter-tall walking lizard-man that was Dr. Connors. "Interesting. I've devoured many spiders, but a lizard is a first. I wonder if your taste will suit my appetite."

Dr. Connors let out a roar, yelled at Gwen again to run, and then, like a speeding car, charged straight at The Weaver Miles.

"Die!"

"Trash!"

"Boom!"

At that moment, the black liquid on The Weaver Miles squirmed, and he met the charging Dr. Connors head-on, like a truck collision. After a sound like rolling thunder, Dr. Connors and The Weaver Milestumbled back into the thick mist once again.

"Dr...."

"Gwen."

464. Spider-Man's perfunctory death

Just as Gwen was about to transform.

Turning around... Gwen was slightly stunned, then, looking at the figure rushing towards her against the flow of people, trying to see clearly through the smoke... "Dad."

"Oh, God!"

George, holding a gun in one hand, hurried forward, embracing Gwen, who had just been on the ground supporting herself with both hands, seemingly about to do something. After pulling her into his arms, he excitedly kissed her forehead: "You're okay, that's great."

George had arrived at Osborn Bio-Industrial not long ago.

To be precise.

He had just arrived at the entrance of the Osborn Bio-Industrial building the moment the Weaver, Miles, burst out of the ground. Then, feeling the earthquake-like tremors, George immediately became anxious.

Because George had called Gwen when she entered the lab.

After all, not answering Gwen's call that morning due to some matters had already made the doting father, George, feel uneasy, fearing something had happened to Gwen. So, George knew Gwen was at Osborn.

Coincidentally, he also intended to come to Osborn to find Dr. Connors and had even arranged to have lunch with Gwen.

As a result.

He had just arrived here when a major incident occurred.

"This is…"

"Roar!"

"Shit!"

George stared at the huge lizard monster suddenly thrown out of the thick fog, completely stunned. Then, he prepared to draw his gun and shoot.

With Locke's sidearm, this shot would either kill the lizard monster or leave it half-crippled.

Fortunately.

Gwen came back to her senses and quickly pressed down on George's right hand. With a bang, the golden bullet that had just left the barrel seemed to sense a change in its target. The golden light disappeared, and it slammed into something else: "Dad, don't shoot, that's Dr. Connors."

George was slightly startled: "What?"

Just then.

Miles the Weaver, flexing his hands, now with a changed skin color, appearing entirely green, and dragging a tail of an unknown species, slowly emerged from the thick fog. He stared at George with a trembling voice: "George Stacy…"

Then… Miles the Weaver's gaze fell on the Glock 17 with the six sevens serial number in George's hand: "I am much stronger now. Your gun is useless against me."

"Is that so?"

George smiled, raised his hand, and fired a shot directly: "Bang!"

The next second!

George immediately grabbed Gwen and ran in the direction they came from: "Run!"

Miles the Weaver's eyes narrowed drastically. He watched the bullet, which had turned golden after leaving the barrel, and with a rumble, he quickly rolled to the side: "This is unscientific!"

Yes.

The power of that bullet seemed to have increased once again.

What's going on?

I got stronger? Did this crappy pistol get stronger too? Is there no logic anymore?

Actually… no!

Name: Demon-Slaying Gun!'

Quality: Red!'

Capacity: "Twelve rounds!"'

Description: "Upgraded from a regular Glock 17, it possesses immense power and ignores supernatural abilities. Even a supernatural being, as long as they don't have an iron body, wouldn't dare to take a direct hit!"'

"Hiss!"

"Roar!"

Miles the Weaver, who had rolled over and gotten back up, was enraged. Then, with a series of sharp sounds, the bone spurs on his body bristled, directly striking Dr. Lizard, who was about to pounce on him.

"Damn bug!"

Miles the Weaver, completely oblivious to his own bug-like appearance, glared at Dr. Connors, who had transformed into Dr. Lizard: "I'm going to bite you in half."

"Let him go!"

"Wh—"

"Boom!"

Miles the Weaver turned around, retracting all his bone spurs, which transformed into a spider web, intercepting the miniature cannonball shot at him. But he was still splattered with black from the explosion of the cannonball.

Not far away.

Peni Parker, who had joined the battle in her Spider-Mech, struck an Israeli Krav Maga fighting pose: "You're the damn bug! He looks much better than you."

Miles the Weaver glared at Peni Parker, who had suddenly appeared: "It's you! Where did you take my food?"

Peni Parker wasn't Spider-Man, so she wasn't on his menu.

But… he could consider eating Peni Parker as a snack.

"You…"

Miles the Weaver took a step. He felt invincible at this moment. As for George's pistol, when he was still a little black spider, his brain capacity wasn't great. Now that he had transformed into this, how much brain capacity could he possibly have? "You're asking for death!"

Peni Parker's mech glowed!

Puff, puff, puff!

Four mini devices were directly ejected, landing around Miles the Weaver.

"Hmm?"

Miles the Weaver stopped, narrowing his eyes: "This is…"

Peni Parker shouted, "Peter, now!"

Miles the Weaver suddenly felt a great alarm. He looked up, and the next second, he saw a sneaky little spider on the rooftop, rapidly spinning a web.

"Shit!"

Peter Parker, who was rapidly spinning a web on the roof, met Miles the Weaver's eyes the moment the latter looked up. Then, with a jolt, he cursed under his breath and quickly released the node in his hand.

Instantly.

One of the devices connected to the spider web, along with the web, descended with a whoosh like a cannonball. At the moment of impact, it seemed as if all four devices were activated.

A continuous beeping sound echoed.

"Not good!"

"Boom!"

Miles the Weaver felt something was wrong. Seeing the spider web descending like a net from heaven, he cursed inwardly. Just as he was about to dodge, the web fell directly.

Then… "Click!"

"Crack, crack, crack!"

"Ding!"

"Boom!"

The moment the spider web fell, its four corners were immediately locked by the devices Peni Parker had just thrown down. Then, as if electrically activated, Miles the Weaver, caught in the web, felt a crushing weight from above. With a rumble, before he could react, he was directly pressed to his knees on the floor.

"Ah!"

Miles the Weaver supported the increasingly heavy spider web above his head with both hands. Countless spider legs extended from his body, turning into desperate daggers, trying to cut through the spider web from all directions.

But… it was useless.

Peni Parker smiled smugly: "Do you really think I rely on my toys to uphold justice? Don't be silly, I, young lady, rely on my intelligence."

At most, when that Gwen Broughton needs compensation later, she'll have to rely on her sweet beauty.

But she, Peni Parker, the guardian of New York from Earth-14512, relies on her extraordinary intelligence, having earned twelve doctorates at a young age, to fight for justice.

"Don't struggle."

Peni Parker watched Miles the Weaver, who was struggling in the web, trying to escape: "These five web enhancers can greatly enhance the structure and strength of the web. Forget about you, even Kingpin in my world couldn't break free after becoming a semi-titan. Moreover, the more you struggle, the more the enhancers' power will gradually increase. Surrendering obediently is your only option."

As she spoke.

Peni Parker shook her mech hand, and with a clang, a strange collar was directly flung in front of Miles the Weaver: "Put it on, surrender obediently, it's your only way out."

This was also her invention.

An energy inhibitor.

Although there were no other supernatural beings in Peni Parker's world, there were many mutated humans who had been bitten by something and undergone mutations.

So, Peni Parker invented this energy-inhibiting collar. Once worn, no mutated abilities would manifest, because the energy source of this device is the wearer's own energy.

From a certain perspective, once this collar is worn, the difficulty of breaking free is essentially the same as pulling oneself up by one's bootstraps.

Peter Parker also landed on the ground from the air at this moment.

Then… Peter Parker looked over at Dr. Lizard, who was unconscious not far away, gave a shout, pointed, and looked at Peni Parker: "What about that ugly big lizard?"

Peni Parker shook her head: "He's good…"

Before she finished speaking.

Dr. Lizard, who was slumped not far away, suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were green, devoid of any human emotion. It seemed that Dr. Connors' consciousness had vanished, replaced entirely by the Lizard Man.

"Roar!"

"Careful!"

"Wh—"

"Boom!"

Peter Parker heard Peni Parker's surprised cry, turned his head, and the next second, he quickly blocked his chest with both hands. Then, with a slap, he was directly sent flying by Dr. Lizard, who had risen up in a frenzy.

With a loud crash!

Peter Parker tumbled three and a half times on the ground like a rag doll, then, like a ball, he whizzed and rolled towards Miles the Weaver.

Peni Parker's face changed instantly.

The next second!

Boom!

Under Peter Parker's impact, the originally indestructible spider web was torn apart like soft silk. Then, Miles the Weaver angrily rose, directly grabbed Peter Parker with both hands, and let out a roar.

Instantly… Peter Parker was directly torn in half.

Literally.

Poor Peter didn't even have a chance to scream before he was instantly sent to heaven.

Then, he was directly devoured raw by Miles the Weaver. Red light flashed in his eyes, and he blocked with his right hand, deflecting countless cannonballs fired at him: "Damn little thing, I'm going to eat you!"

Seeing this, Peni Parker immediately turned and ran!

Chapter 465, Gwen: I Am the Real Spider-Man

If she didn't run now, what was she supposed to do? Stay here and become a snack for this Black Spider?

Please.

She was only fourteen years old; she hadn't been bitten by a spider, nor did she have a mountain of tragic baggage. She relied entirely on her own intellect, her mecha, and a tiny bit of a relationship with the great landlord of New York City, Locke Broughton, to grow to where she was.

So... the Spider-Man of this World was just too unreliable, and she had no intention of throwing her life away in this universe.

The wind is high, time to fly!

"Run!"

The Weaver Miles watched Peni Parker turn and flee, roaring, "Where do you think you're going?"

"Roar!"

"Boom!"

Just as The Weaver Miles prepared to use his countless spider legs to leap out, Dr. Connors—who had completely transformed into Dr. Lizard—let out a roar of his own and charged straight at The Weaver Miles once again.

With a thunderous crash...

The Weaver Miles was hit squarely by Dr. Lizard and then, with a thud, was knocked back into the already thinning green mist.

Outside.

Osborn Biologics Industry had already begun an emergency evacuation. Countless people were streaming out of the building in an orderly fashion. By the time Peni Parker piloted her mecha out, the majority of the staff had already been evacuated.

Thud!

Thud!

Thud!

From time to time, the ground at Osborn Biologics Industry shook as if from a magnitude 2 earthquake. However, thanks to the fact that the Oscorp Bio-Industrial Building wasn't built with shoddy materials, the building itself didn't sway at all despite the thrilling battle raging underground.

"Quick!"

"Seal off the surrounding two blocks!"

"Yes, sir!"

"Understood."

George hurriedly barked order after order to the nearby Police Officers. Then, looking at Gwen beside him, he said, "Honey, I'll have someone escort you away first. You can't stay here; it's too dangerous."

What?

No.

You're the one in the most danger here.

Gwen thought to herself. She was just about to open her mouth and consider telling George that she was actually Spider-Man when the black-and-white, still-weak-looking Spider-Man Noir, Nicholas Parker, appeared out of nowhere.

Spider-Man Noir, Nicholas Parker, clutched his still-aching chest. Sensing The Weaver Miles's presence below, he said in a low voice, "Damn it, he's gotten stronger again."

Stronger than before.

Peni Parker opened her mecha and jumped out. Seeing Nicholas Parker, she gave a pleasantly surprised shout of "Uncle Noir!" before saying exasperatedly, "I had him pinned just now."

Who knew that lizard, who had just become an ally, would suddenly go berserk?

Spider-Man Noir looked around Peni Parker's vicinity.

"Where is Peter Parker?"

"Dead."

"..."

Peni Parker briefly described what had just happened below. To be honest, she also felt that the way this World's Spider-Man died was far too casual and abrupt.

But... now was not the time for that.

Arriving with Spider-Man Noir were the S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents.

After Maria Hill exchanged a greeting with George, she looked at Spider-Man Noir, Nicholas Parker, and said, "Mr. Parker, you said just now that there's a way to send this monster back to his own timeline?"

As for how that original timeline would deal with the monster, that was none of her business.

As long as it wasn't in this timeline.

Spider-Man Noir nodded, then shook his head. "It was possible before, but not anymore."

"What?"

"He has already devoured the Spider-Man of this World."

If he hadn't, they would indeed have had a way to expel the Black Spider from this timeline. But now, The Weaver Miles had devoured this World's Spider-Man. In a sense, he had usurped the identity of this World's Spider-Man, allowing him to remain in this timeline like a cuckoo in a nest.

Gwen, listening to their conversation, looked completely bewildered.

The next second...

Gwen's mouth dropped open in shock as she looked at Peni Parker and Nicholas Parker. "Holy shit, you guys are from other Worlds?"

Peni Parker raised her right hand, and the spider-mecha behind her mirrored the movement. "Yep, we're from other Worlds. What do you think? Surprised? Shocked?"

Gwen shook her head. "A little, but not anymore."

It was just other timelines.

She had seen Vampires and Witches, and Gwen had even witnessed a war between dimensions—specifically in New Orleans, that inter-dimensional conflict.

So... being shocked for a moment was standard procedure. If she stayed shocked, it wouldn't be good; it would make her look like some country bumpkin from Texas.

Uh... Locke was from Texas too, but Locke wasn't a bumpkin. Or at least, he was a very special kind of bumpkin.

Gwen pursed her lips, and thinking of Locke, her eyes lit up.

She hadn't told Locke what was happening here yet.

This won't do.

"I need to call Locke."

Gwen said as much, then felt her pockets and remembered she'd taken off her phone before entering the lab. She said to George, "Dad, where's your phone? I want to call Locke."

George pulled his phone from his coat.

However... just as George was about to hand the phone to Gwen...

Boom!

The entire ground seemed to vibrate. The Osborn Biologics Industry building, which was supposedly able to withstand a magnitude 8 earthquake without collapsing, swayed. Then, with a thud, the ground at the building's entrance suddenly exploded from below, and a bright green lizard creature shot up like a cannonball.

"Oh shit!"

"Run!"

"Take cover!"

"Boom!"

"Bang!"

Amidst the cries of several Police Officers, Dr. Lizard plummeted straight down, smashing directly onto an armored riot vehicle. With a crash, the armored vehicle was instantly flattened. As the surrounding reinforced glass shattered, the vehicle rolled several times across the ground under the impact of Dr. Lizard before crashing into the Audi Dealership across the street.

Instantly...

The battle had spilled from underground directly onto the surface.

"Roar!"

"Fire!"

Ding! Ding! Ding!

"Roar!"

Dr. Lizard, having just stumbled out of the Audi Dealership, was immediately met with a hail of bullets from the highly disciplined NYPD and S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents. A dense swarm of bullets struck every corner of Dr. Lizard's body, creating a crisp, rhythmic sound.

But... they didn't pierce his defense.

However, even if they didn't break through, the sheer volume of bullets hitting Dr. Lizard still felt like the stinging pain of acupuncture, not to mention he was already injured.

Thus, Dr. Lizard didn't stay to fight the NYPD, S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents, and arriving Federal Agents head-on. He let out a roar, left behind a line about returning, then ripped open a nearby manhole cover and dove in with a thud. In an instant, he vanished without a trace.

But... Dr. Lizard was gone, yet their enemy had never been Dr. Lizard.

At least not this time.

"shit!"

George was now extremely tense. He instinctively pocketed his phone, turned, and began pulling Gwentoward the police line. "You have to leave now; it's not safe here."

Gwen opened her mouth, then seemed to think of something and said to George, "I understand, Dad. You be careful too."

With that...

Without waiting for George to speak, Gwen grabbed the car keys from his hand, climbed into a nearby police car, and drove away from the scene.

George didn't think much of it; he just felt a sense of relief seeing Gwen leave the danger zone. Then, he turned and headed back into the battlefield.

Crack!

Crack!

Several blade-like spider legs extended from the large hole in the ground, firmly gripping the edges. Like an elevator, The Weaver Miles—his body no longer pitch black but a vibrant emerald green with spider-like patterns—slowly emerged from the hole onto the surface.

"Open fire!"

"Shoot!"

Rat-tat-tat!

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Bullets fired from all directions poured down on The Weaver Miles like a rainstorm.

But... they hit nothing of substance.

Except... when George also raised his glock, serial number ending in 777, The Weaver Miles—who had been calm as if showering under the hail of bullets—narrowed his eyes. A blade-like spider leg suddenly elongated, turning into a blurred afterimage as it appeared before George in an instant, prepared to skewer him through the heart.

"shit!"

Spider-Man Noir froze for a split second before firing a strand of Spider Silk toward George, intending to pull him away.

But... it seemed too late.

Just then...

Zip!

Ah!

A strand of Spider Silk, like a small hand, firmly grabbed George's shoulder. Then, in the split second before he was about to be impaled, it pulled George upward from his spot with lightning speed.

Bang!

At that moment, George also pulled the trigger, and a shot blasted directly into the extended spider leg.

Instantly...

The Weaver Miles roared in pain. Just as he was about to go into a frenzy, his gaze suddenly faltered. He saw a beautiful figure descending from the sky nearby, performing a flip and landing with both hands firmly on the ground...

Four Hundred and Sixty-Six, Miles Seeking Death

"Oh, no!"

"This is…"

"Peter?"

The moment the graceful figure in the black and white suit landed steadily in the arena, exclamations erupted.

Penny Parker thought of the spider silk that had just appeared and stared at Gwen, who was slowly putting on her spider suit and then standing up, in disbelief: "How can this be, Peter? I saw you…"

She had clearly seen how Peter Parker had been torn in half directly by Miles Morales, the Weaver.

Although his death was rather casual...

The scene was very bloody and had a truly impactful shock.

Now?

Peter Parker was resurrected?

But?

Gwen slowly stood up, instinctively controlling her voice to be a little more mature and magnetic than her own: "I'm not Peter Parker."

Her words came out.

The few people present were stunned.

"A woman?"

"What?"

"That's great!"

Compared to the stunned Shadow Spider-Man, Penny Parker immediately jumped up after Gwen spoke, then ran to Gwen's side, squinting her eyes, and directly pulled Gwen's right hand: "I knew it, I knew it. With so many worlds, how could all Spider-Men be male? How could there be no female ones? Hello, my name is Penny Parker."

Gwen opened her mouth, wondering whether to tell the other party her real name.

But… Miles Morales, the Weaver, seeing himself being treated as transparent air, and them chatting casually in front of him, became angry again: "White Spider, I thought you had run away."

Gwen regained her composure and looked at Miles Morales, the Weaver, who resembled a spider demon: "This is New York City. New York City doesn't welcome you."

"Natasha."

"Sir."

"How much longer do you need?"

"…One hour."

"…"

Maria Hill listened to Natasha's reply through her earpiece, who was rushing over from New Orleans. She opened her mouth, seriously suspecting that if the Witch Academy could only arrive in an hour, it might be too late.

Or rather… in an hour, she feared that even the day lilies would have completely cooled down.

But.

Maria Hill said in a deep voice to Shadow Spider-Man: "In one hour, the Witch Coven will be here."

Shadow Spider-Man nodded, clenched his fists, indicating that he would try his best to delay for an hour, then directly stepped forward and looked at the emerald green Weaver: "Miles, put…"

"Boom!"

"Fire!"

"Whoosh!"

Just as Shadow Spider-Man Nicholas Parker was about to speak, Miles Morales, the Weaver, who was surrounded by three Spider-Men, as well as the NYPD and SHIELD agents, immediately made the first move. Before he could finish speaking, the four pairs of spider legs on his body, like blades, began to move with a clatter, sweeping in all directions.

It gave the impression that it wasn't the NYPD, SHIELD agents, and three Spider-Men surrounding him.

Instead… he alone surrounded the three Spider-Men, the NYPD, and SHIELD agents.

"Boom!"

"Bang!"

"Ah!"

"Retreat, retreat, retreat!"

The sharp, blade-like spider legs sparked with countless bullets, cutting through the ground or police cars as if they were tofu. Instantly, the powerful combat suppression fully demonstrated a truth.

In the face of overwhelming combat power, no matter how many people there are, they are just cannon fodder.

George also realized this at this moment. Seeing a police officer directly cut in half by the sharp, blade-like spider leg, he immediately ordered the officers to quickly retreat.

"Boom!"

"F***!"

George somersaulted behind a police car, roared, and said to the command center: "Where's the National Guard? Get them here quickly!"

The National Guard had planes and cannons.

"Sir, the mayor is already mobilizing them."

"Then hurry…"

George looked up at the spider leg sweeping towards him again, his eyes narrowed, and then he felt a pull on his back. With a whoosh, he was flung high like a swing.

When George landed again, he was already far from the battlefield.

He looked up.

The White Spider, who was bouncing in the air like an elegant dancer using spider silk, turned her head and glanced at him.

George was slightly stunned.

He didn't know why.

Upon seeing this black and white Spider-Man, the inexplicable sadness and anger he had felt earlier from touching the cold spider silk instantly vanished.

Moreover… a very strange feeling arose in his heart.

That was… do I know her?

George frowned inwardly, then looked at the three Spider-Men moving quickly in the battlefield, trying to trap the ugly spider demon in place, and quickly regained his composure, once again throwing himself into the battle.

"Rat-a-tat-tat!"

A federal armed helicopter swooped down from a distance.

"Fire!"

"Yes!"

"Puff puff puff!"

Instantly.

From the helicopter cabin door, the six-barreled machine gun loaded with countless ammunition immediately opened fire, spewing a fiery snake that seemed to go berserk, pouring over Miles Morales, the Weaver, on the ground.

"Ding ding ding!"

"Ah!"

All martial arts in the world are indestructible, and nothing is faster.

Under this six-barreled machine gun, capable of firing five hundred large-caliber rounds per minute, even Miles Morales, the Weaver, who had already devoured many Spider-Men, evolved many times, and had just evolved a tough skin capable of resisting bullets due to the Lizard Serum, was suddenly stunned.

Then… his four pairs of tentacles quickly retracted, protecting himself tightly within them, forming a bulletproof shield to help him withstand the rain of bullets pouring down from above.

Instantly.

Sparks flew everywhere.

Countless bullet tips splattered upon impacting the shield formed by the tentacles, then bounced off powerlessly and landed on Miles Morales, the Weaver.

"Fire!"

"Yes!"

"Puff!"

On the armed helicopter in the sky, the pilot pressed a button, and instantly, a small air-to-ground missile dragged its tail with a rumble and slammed squarely into Miles Morales, the Weaver.

Instantly.

Smoke billowed everywhere!

"Did it work?"

Gwen calmed her heart, which was beating violently from strenuous exercise, and stood with Shadow Spider-Man and Penny Parker. After all, this was Gwen's first actual combat.

To achieve this level, it wasn't entirely due to spider reflexes. Rather, Gwen came from a law enforcement family, preferring military gear over dresses. Her'study god' attribute meant she learned everything quickly.

For example, some basic combat techniques.

These were taught to her generously by Beckett and other female detectives from the NYPD because she was George's daughter.

Actually… before she met Locke and before she interned at Osborn, the place Gwen most frequently went on weekends was the NYPD training room. However, after meeting Locke, she didn't go as often.

So, although it was her first real battle, Gwen's combat awareness was online. Coupled with her spider-sense, and Jelly's initial teaching before her death, Gwen had a general understanding of the abilities she controlled.

Amidst the rolling smoke, a black light suddenly emanated.

Shadow Spider-Man Nicholas Parker, who was about to answer Gwen's question, suddenly froze.

The next second.

"Roar!"

A half-black, half-emerald green tentacle suddenly whistled out of the thick fog, and then, with a whoosh, it directly pierced the federal armed helicopter that was providing suppressing fire above.

Instantly.

The federal armed helicopter had no time to react. In that instant, with a rumble, it directly turned into a ball of flames, exploding in mid-air.

Then… with a sputtering sound, the fireball spiraled down like a meteor, beginning to fall towards the ground.

Boom!

The fireball smashed onto the ground, instantly splitting into countless smaller fireballs that splattered in all directions.

"Enough!"

Amidst the rolling black smoke, at this moment, Miles Morales, the Weaver, whose appearance was changing, having retracted his tentacles and returned to his original form, dragged an iron-like tail behind him. With a pair of black eyes, he stared intensely at the three of them: "I'm tired of this game, I've played enough. I'm going to eat you all, and there won't even be a speck left of you!"

"You're too ugly."

Penny Parker's spider suit's arms opened, and with two thumps, two cute miniature missiles emblazoned with spider patterns were launched directly: "I'll give you a good purification."

As her words fell.

The two miniature missiles whistled out directly.

But… "Bang!"

"What?"

"Boom!"

"Penny!"

The moment the two miniature missiles were about to hit Miles Morales, the Weaver, a black spider web instantly appeared from Miles's body, directly wrapping around the two missiles. In almost an instant, the missiles disintegrated in mid-air, and then, a pair of black tentacles extended directly towards Penny Parker.

If Gwen hadn't seen it and quickly pulled Penny Parker, dragging her out of the mech, Penny Parker would probably have been torn in half by Miles Morales, the Weaver, inside the mech.

"Boom!"

Miles Morales, the Weaver, roared, and with a forceful pull from his two tentacles, Penny Parker's spider mech was instantly torn in half.

The next second.

"Puff!"

"Penny!"

"Watch out!"

"Puff!"

The moment she pulled Penny Parker away, a tentacle directly severed the spider silk, then slapped hard, slamming Gwen onto the ground.

The next second.

Just as Gwen was getting up, clutching her chest, a tentacle instantly arrived.

Gwen's eyes narrowed sharply.

In that instant, her entire being froze.

Then… Gwen felt her entire life flash before her eyes…

Four Hundred and Sixty-Seven, The God of the World Has Come

Her boyfriend, Lock.

Her mother, Helen.

Her father, Gwen.

And... the three background figures in her family.

At this moment, her life flashed before Gwen's eyes, like a rapidly spinning carousel.

The next second.

Gwen snapped back to reality and noticed the Weaver Miles in front of her, his face contorted in a ferocious grin, brandishing a pair of inky black tentacles, attempting to impale her through and through.

"Die!"

Weaver Miles's face was twisted in a savage snarl, "I can kill you once, and I can kill you countless times!"

Saying that... Weaver Miles brandished his inky black tentacles, glinting menacingly, and lunged straight for Gwen's chest.

Just then.

"Pfft!"

"..."

Gwen's eyes couldn't help but contract violently, "Parker..."

Not Peter Parker.

But, Shadow Spider-Man, Nicholas Parker!

The inky black, blade-like tentacle, just as it was about to pierce Gwen, was suddenly intercepted by the arriving Shadow Spider-Man, Nicholas Parker, who was then completely impaled.

"..."

Shadow Spider-Man looked down at the tentacle piercing his chest, then, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, he turned and looked at Gwen, "Go!"

Gwen: "..."

Hehehe!

Weaver Miles let out a sinister laugh upon seeing this, then, with a forceful pull, he directly lifted Shadow Spider-Man, "Tsk tsk, a hero saving a beauty, what a pity, none of you will survive today."

Saying that.

Weaver Miles roared, and Shadow Spider-Man Nicholas Parker, impaled on the tentacle and directly lifted, screamed in agony, his life energy then completely absorbed by Weaver Miles through the tentacle.

At this very moment.

Weaver Miles was like a demon, like a god.

Weaver Miles, absorbing Shadow Spider-Man Nicholas Parker's life force, tilted his head back, his face filled with a morbid pleasure, then cackled maniacally.

"Power!"

"An unprecedented power once again!"

"Mine."

"All mine."

"..."

Amidst Weaver Miles's sinister laughter, in stark contrast, Shadow Nicholas Parker, as Weaver Miles's life force exploded with increasing intensity, continuously shrank.

In just the blink of an eye.

Shadow Spider-Man Nicholas Parker was gone, falling with a thud, turning into a shriveled, naked corpse, which then flopped onto the ground with a splat, completely devoid of moisture, and made no sound when it landed.

Weaver Miles, meanwhile, tilted his head back, black and green energy swirling around him like a tornado.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Ah!"

As the power of the black spider within him collided with the gamma-irradiated lizard serum, Weaver Miles couldn't help but let out a pained scream, collapsing to the ground, then crouching, hands pressed to the earth, letting out a beast-like roar!

"Damn monster!"

"Penny!"

"I'm going to kill you, Uncle Shadow!"

"Don't go."

Gwen, still in shock, saw Penny Parker rushing to fight Weaver Miles and quickly grabbed her, "Don't be impulsive!"

Penny Parker struggled a few times, but she hadn't been injected with spider serum after all, so despite her struggles, she couldn't break free from Gwen's arm. Seeing that struggling was futile, Penny Parker's gaze fell on the shriveled corpse not far away, and she changed her target, running towards the deceased Shadow Spider-Man: "Uncle Shadow."

SHIELD agents fired with full force at Weaver Miles, who was crouched on the ground with his hands on the floor.

But... countless bullets disintegrated the moment they touched Weaver Miles's body, the moment they came into contact with the strange mist formed by the collision of black and green fog.

At this very moment.

The mind-boggling events unfolding at the entrance of the Oscorp Bio-Industrial Building quickly spread throughout New York City in the shortest possible time.

Outside New York City, the National Guard swiftly moved into the city.

Above New York City, a SHIELD private jet was speeding at its maximum velocity, preparing to arrive at the scene.

At New Amsterdam Hospital, the emergency room was already at full capacity.

In the ward.

Chester, with bandages wrapped around his head and waist, and both feet suspended in the air, bit into the pear in his hand as he spoke to Lock, who stood by the bed with his arms crossed: "What a disaster, this is all a disaster."

Lock had already heard from Carrie the reason for Chester's injuries, and to that, he only had one thing to say: "If you don't cherish something in your youth, and then cry about it when you're older, who can you blame?"

Chester coughed twice upon hearing Lock's words: "What are you talking about? Are you questioning my stamina?"

Lock shook his head and waved his hand: "Your stamina, in my opinion, is already at the peak for a certain type of person. But why would Agatha suddenly return from New Orleans?"

He was too lazy to ask why Agatha didn't chop Chester into pieces after seeing him call three call girls.

After all, from a certain perspective, Chester was already at the pinnacle of a certain type of masculinity.

A scumbag.

An ordinary scumbag is like someone who often walks by the river and eventually gets their shoes wet.

But Chester always walked on the waves.

However... Chester being fine didn't mean the three call girls were fine, but Lock was too lazy to ask about their fate. As he said before, he didn't have that much free time to meddle in such affairs.

Chester took a bite, then sighed: "What, demons are targeting New York City, huh? Alright, did you come to see me, or to inquire about Agatha? I thought you were never really interested in these kinds of things."

Lock shrugged: "Gwen went to Oscorp Bio-Industrial today, and I was bored. Coincidentally, Carrie told me you were hospitalized, so I just came to visit. Serves you right."

Agatha was still around, and he immediately called call girls?

He truly was a man who could drain a succubus dry.

But it's quite amazing.

A scumbag who could drain a succubus dry was actually defeated by a witch.

Lock really wanted to say that this was the greatest insult to men, but he adhered to the principle that without experience, there's no right to speak, and Lock had no intention of experiencing such a thing.

Still, the same old saying.

One life, one love, one partner.

That's what Lock wanted to pursue.

Chester chuckled, even biting into the pear's core, and looked at Lock: "Gwen is a good girl, very good. You can't learn from me, I'm a lost cause."

Carrie, sitting nearby, glanced at Lock, then smiled at Chester, handing him another freshly peeled apple: "Uncle, I think you have a pretty good life."

Chester burst into laughter: "This is my daughter, she understands me!"

Lock rolled his eyes directly. Carrie's values were being skewed by this Chester: "Alright, don't worry about my business. You should think about how to appease Agatha's anger after you're discharged."

Chester winked at Lock: "It's fine, I had someone get me a secret recipe from the East. Yesterday, Agatha just ambushed me when I wasn't prepared, and it was after I'd already exercised five times. Give me five... no, give me one day, I'll recover, and I can make Agatha affectionately call me her dear daddy!"

Thump!

The ward door opened.

Agatha, dressed in red, walked in expressionlessly, smiling as she looked at Chester on the bed: "Is that so, Daddy?"

Chester: "..."

Lock gave Carrie a look, cleared his throat, and walked towards the door: "I'm going back now."

Then... "Good morning, Agatha."

"Lock, good morning."

"I'm leaving now."

"Take care."

Lock walked past Agatha, speaking, then pushed open the door without looking back and exited the ward. Once Carrie followed him out.

The next second.

The ward behind them instantly entered a magical barrier.

"Heh heh."

Lock shook his head and smiled at Carrie: "Let me..."

Just then.

Lock's eyebrow twitched.

"Gwen?"

"Huh?"

Carrie watched Lock's expression rapidly change from a smile to a cold demeanor: "What's wrong with Gwen?"

Lock let out a cold laugh!

"You're courting death!"

"Boom!"

Carrie narrowed her eyes, and by the time she opened them, Lock had vanished without a trace before her.

Rumble!

Boundless energy directly struck the sky above New Amsterdam Hospital from the void. Immediately after, Lock, using the dimension of the Land of Light, appeared directly overhead, then, with an expressionless face, he looked at the bustling Oscorp Bio-Industrial Building, took a deep breath, and with a whoosh, a sonic boom echoed.

Instantly.

Lock disappeared from his original spot!

At the entrance of the Oscorp Bio-Industrial Building.

"Ah!"

Weaver Miles, who was propped on the ground with both hands, his body constantly writhing, accompanied by cracking sounds, then with a bang, his entire being seemed to undergo a second transformation.

The next second.

Weaver Miles's lower limbs began to multiply.

Immediately after... by the time Weaver Miles, with a look of relief, tilted his head back again and stood up, his entire appearance had drastically changed.

He had become... even more terrifying and hideous.

Weaver Miles's upper body was still human-like, but he had grown two extra pairs of eyes. As for his lower body, it had completely transformed into a spider's body with sixteen spider legs.

Let's put it this way.

The Dreadnought Urgot would look handsome compared to Weaver Miles.

But... "It's magnificent!"

Weaver Miles seemed very pleased with his current appearance, clenching his hands, which had transformed into claws. Then, his four eyes fixed on Gwen and Penny Parker: "I wonder, how does your taste compare to that white spider I ate before? Who is superior, who is inferior?"