After seeing Norman Osborn off, Levi returned to his office.
"2B, how about you remove your eyepatch?"
"You look a bit odd at first glance."
2B replied, "Master, the tactical goggles can change appearance."
"Why didn't you mention that earlier?" Levi sighed.
The eyepatch transformed into glasses, revealing 2B's blue, mysterious eyes—cold yet oddly captivating.
Levi playfully pinched 2B's cheek, finding it firm and lifelike. As he sat down, 2B dutifully began a massage.
"Red Queen, check on Norman Osborn's background," Levi instructed.
Though they would be partners, Levi remained cautious, recalling how some, like Ma Sheng, were discarded after becoming "rare commodities."
While rule-breakers are rare, Levi preferred vigilance.
After reviewing Osborn, Levi examined Kingpin's empire. Kingpin had influence over many New York politicians through donations, potentially swaying election outcomes.
Though Kingpin once backed others for mayor, he now sought the position himself, adding "political elite" to his titles.
Yet, Norman Osborn wasn't insignificant. The Osborne Group, worth billions, was a formidable contender, rivaled only by the Stark Group.
Levi, satisfied with his research, decided to head home.
"Master, Dr. Otto plans to conduct human trials on the brain-computer interface tomorrow," the Red Queen informed him in the elevator.
"So soon?" Levi was surprised.
"The data is complete; we followed it precisely," the Red Queen explained.
Her presence reassured the company's scientists. Dr. Otto, especially, valued her assistance.
Though not hands-on, the Red Queen provided instant answers, quickly gaining Professor Connors' trust for data testing and medicine analysis.
"Alright, I'll be there tomorrow," Levi agreed, shelving plans for a lazy day.
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Night in Queens.
Ghost Spider-Man, donned in a black-and-white suit, swung between buildings, her blue heels tapping against glass.
She leapt down, performing a "leap of faith," twisting mid-air before expertly catching a wall with her web, executing aerial maneuvers.
"Perfect 10!" Ghost Spider-Man imagined herself diving, her movements fluid and graceful.
She soon reached her destination: the FEAST Homeless Shelter.
New York had one of the highest homeless populations, and shelters provided rest and meals—or so it seemed.
The U.S. "Federal Nutrition Supplement Program" funneled funds to these shelters, ostensibly aiding the homeless but often lining pockets.
Ghost Spider-Man, unaware of such schemes, perched on a lamppost, waiting.
Her phone rang, startling her. Seeing her father George's call, she answered promptly.
"Dad, I'm out with friends."
"Boyfriend? Your boss?" George Stacy teased.
"What? No," she replied, removing her hood to reveal Gwen Stacy's face.
"He's not my boyfriend yet."
"Oh! Not yet means soon!" George teased, feeling protective.
"Dad! Gotta go!" Gwen ended the call, spotting vans arriving below.
Men in masks emerged. It was the Devil Gang, responsible for a past attack on her boss.
Over a dozen men appeared, followed by a black-and-white clad man from the largest vehicle.
'Mr. Negative.' Gwen recognized him, knowing his reputation.
She watched, curious about their intent at the shelter.
"No one's here today. Take everything valuable," Mr. Negative ordered, visibly angry.
His shelter had unexpectedly been sold, and his bank account was frozen—an infuriating turn of events.
Sensing a conspiracy, he sought to reclaim key documents before they fell into the wrong hands.
Feigning robbery, his men forced entry.
"Bang!"
The Devil Gang stormed in.
Mr. Negative adjusted his tie, directing them to gather belongings, while he headed to the office.
The shelter, once his, now belonged to someone else—his hard-earned assets, gone.
Gwen followed silently, the darkness her ally in the upcoming confrontation.
"Whoosh!"