Chapter 121

In a small alley in Queens, New York, Peter was hiding behind a trash can, Pikachu squatting on his shoulder, sticking out a little head to look outside. He said, "Are you sure those monsters you mentioned are here?"

"Of course, I've been following them for several days. This is one of their small strongholds."

"Alright, then what do you plan to do now?"

"I must eliminate them. Besides this small stronghold, there are two larger strongholds on the two streets next door."

Pikachu jumped onto the trash can, staring eye-to-eye with Peter. Pikachu said, "Are you sure you can beat them? If it's really like you said, they have seven or eight people; you won't have any advantage."

"In fact, I'm not sure, but I must do this." Peter shrugged, the two white eyes on his spider mask squinting, and then he said, "I learned from Gwen that the New York Police Department is hunting these monsters, and many police officers have been injured. The police's bullets and tear gas are useless against them."

"This should be a quite tricky enemy, but I must deal with them independently. Since I started being Spider-Man, I haven't dealt with any decent opponents on my own yet."

"Are you really not planning to tell your friends? Aren't you afraid of running into some danger or trouble you can't handle?"

"No, this time I'm going to do it myself," Peter said firmly. "I am Spider-Man, not anyone's appendage. If I can't do it without others, then what kind of hero am I?"

Then Peter reached out and rubbed Pikachu's head, saying, "You have to keep it a secret for me too."

Pikachu waved his hand, flicked his tail, and said, "Don't worry, Detective Pikachu is very tight-lipped. We are good buddies; I will keep it a secret for you."

The next morning, Pikachu was holding a sandwich that was extra-large relative to his size, eating away. Schiller spread a spoonful of jam on a slice of bread and said, "So what kind of monster is it? Have you seen them?"

"No, but according to Peter, they seem to feed on human blood. Because of this, the police are hunting them, but it doesn't seem to be going very well."

"Feed on blood? Vampires?" Schiller recalled the introduction to vampires in Marvel comics in his mind, and then found that he basically couldn't remember anything. The native vampires on Earth in Marvel don't seem to have any special features; they are just like most legendary vampires, afraid of silver, garlic, holy water, and crosses.

"Do you think that is within the range Peter can handle?"

Pikachu swallowed the sandwich in his mouth and said, "With Spider-Man's fists and Detective Pikachu's brains, what enemy can't we handle?"

"That may be so, but I think Peter hasn't fully grown up yet; he might need a little help."

"Help? Would you be that kind?" Pikachu stared at Schiller with round eyes. Schiller smiled, and Pikachu shivered. He knew that whenever Schiller showed this kind of smile, someone was about to be unlucky.

At this time, Steve, who was out for a morning run, pushed the door open on time and said, "Morning, I should apply to S. H. I. E. L. D. for breakfast reimbursement. After all, I eat my breakfast here."

Schiller didn't mind at all. He pointed to the chair next to him to let Steve sit down. After all, Western-style breakfast is all self-service; bread is heated by oneself, coffee is brewed by oneself, and Steve can't eat much anyway.

As a result, unexpectedly, Coulson, wearing a suit, also came in. He appeared a bit hurried and said, "There has been some trouble in Queens recently. Captain, I have to work overtime recently. I'll arrange for another agent to be responsible for your daily life; he will come to take over the shift this afternoon."

"Don't worry, I'm not a baby; can't I take care of myself?" Steve took a bite of the sandwich and asked somewhat vaguely, "What happened in Queens? I see those agents have been busy recently. Are you dealing with someone?"

Coulson curled his lips; obviously, he knew something but didn't want to say it. Schiller said, "Recently, our good neighbor Spider-Man also likes to go there."

Coulson froze for a moment and said, "Spider-Man? What is he doing there?"

"I heard he has his eyes on a group of monsters there and is currently investigating. He seems to plan to complete this combat plan alone."

After Coulson walked out the door, he picked up the walkie-talkie at his waist and said, "Director, good news. Spider-Man plans to deal with all the vampires in New York alone and already has a perfect combat plan..."

"Yes, I know. Of course, there will be their shadows behind this. If it weren't for these friends of Spider-Man, how would he dare to do such a big thing alone?"

"Indeed, after all, the Hand isn't peaceful recently, and our manpower is not enough. Then I will transfer the two teams in Queens back now. After all, if Stark and the Captain help, even if it's just secret help, that group of vampires will be taught a lesson."

That night, Spider-Man was holding Pikachu, using a spider silk to stick to the wall, swinging past quickly. In the process, he turned around and threw two garbage bags. Chasing behind him was a group of huge bats. Their eyes emitted red light, huge fangs were exposed outside their mouths, and they occasionally let out sharp cries, looking extremely terrifying.

Spider-Man shouted while running, "You group of rats flying in the sky! Can you catch up to me? Then come and try!"

After speaking, he accelerated and jumped onto a high wall, and the group of bats whistled past behind him.

Behind the wall was a garbage dump, and a huge garbage truck was parked there. Peter's figure was flexible, and he ran to the back of the truck in two or three steps. The garbage mountains here were scattered in height, which was inconvenient for bats to fly. The group of bats turned into human form, their faces pale, eyes glowing red, and they had sharp claws on their hands.

Peter and Pikachu were squatting on the side of the garbage truck. Pikachu said, "Listen, you really have to look for the right timing later. In case we are caught up by them, we can't fight four hands with two fists."

"Don't worry, I've never felt my brain so clear," Spider-Man said. "Dr. Connors is right; people should use their brains more, so they will become smarter."

"Envy Origin"

"Do you think you've become smarter?"

"Of course, my thinking is very clear now. Later, you go into the cockpit of the garbage truck, and I will lead them over, then lead them in a circle. When they approach the back of the truck..."

Soon, the group of vampires saw Peter standing on top of the garbage truck, waving at them while mocking, "Hey! You group of stinky rats that can fly! You are far worse than the rat friends I know! Do you want me to get you some peanut butter to eat?"

The group of vampires had about a dozen people. They were not originally New York vampires, just recently transferred here. Having just arrived in New York, they found that the defense here was lax, and there were not even vampire hunters. So, of course, they opened their stomachs and ate to their heart's content, even draining two young police officers dry.

This freak in a tight suit in front of them dared to mock the noble vampire race so much. The leading vampire turned into a bat in an instant and pounced on him.

The bat turned into by the vampire had a wingspan of about two meters, and its momentum was amazing when pouncing from the air. But Peter was not afraid at all. He rolled to the side nimbly and jumped off the garbage truck.

The few bats that flew over his head didn't even think and pounced near the garbage truck. Immediately after, Peter took advantage of his fast speed. When the bats pounced to the left side of the truck, Peter rolled around to the front of the truck. When they pounced to the right, Peter led them to the back.

Sure enough, after a few rounds, these bats couldn't hold back first. They split into two paths, wanting to outflank Spider-Man, but this was exactly what Peter wanted. A few bats circled from the left, and a few more surrounded from the right, while Peter nimbly rolled to the back of the truck, and the bats all met at the back of the truck.

Peter shouted, "Pikachu! Do it!"

After shouting this, he stuck a spider silk to the garbage mountain and jumped away quickly. The bats hadn't reacted yet, the baffle behind the garbage truck opened, and the mountain-like garbage instantly buried everyone.

Although these bats were large, there was even more garbage. And although bats had wings, they didn't have strong limbs to break free. The moment the garbage fell, they didn't run away and were buried alive on the spot.

Peter jumped into the air again, jumped to the front of the truck, and high-fived Pikachu, who jumped out of the cockpit. Peter said, "They should just be small fries. I heard from Gwen that these monsters should know magic."

Before Peter could go and drag the vampires out of the garbage mountain to beat them up, the whistle of a police car sounded outside the garbage dump. Obviously, the police were also watching that stronghold and had already chased over.

Peter jumped onto the front of the truck and took a look. Pikachu said, "We have to go. Now is not a good time to deal with the police. After all, your outfit is no better than those monsters."

"I'm doing a good deed!" Peter said.

But he hesitated for a moment, still listened to Pikachu's plan, used spider silk to stick to the building next to him, and left quickly.

In mid-air, Peter said excitedly, "I don't know why, but I feel today's action was particularly smooth."

"Did you see it? Before, when they were going to surround me, I might have rushed up and beaten one side down first, which might have really gotten me into the encirclement. But today is different. Did you see my handsome roll? It gathered them all together at once..."

"Today you seem a bit different. In the past, you really loved to swing your fists too much. Today you actually defeated the enemy with your brain. I have to say, this is a big improvement. Congratulations."

Peter swung to the roof of a building. He put Pikachu down and sat on the edge of the roof himself. He was very happy. Peter said, "Only now do I realize that my friends were right. Only wisdom plus force can better defeat them. Using one's brain is not shameful."

"And don't forget one thing Detective Pikachu taught you."

"What?"

"It's reconnaissance and preparation. If it weren't for the two days of squatting, could you have figured out their speed and mobility after turning into bat form?"

"That wasn't taught to me by you, but by Dr. Schiller. If you ask me, the only thing you taught me is that rats are also divided into good and bad."

Pikachu turned around and whipped Peter's shoulder hard with his tail. Peter cried out in pain, rubbed his shoulder, and said, "What did I say wrong? Aren't you a rat?"

"But they are bats, not rats."

Peter curled his lips, covered his shoulder, and said, "Speaking of which, it's strange. How did these monsters come about? Why can they turn into bats and still have to feed on human blood?"

"Gwen has been worried to death recently because the two police officers attacked by vampires are still in emergency. She is very worried that her father will also suffer such an attack." Peter lowered his arm and looked into the distance, saying, "What's worse is that they seem to possess a peculiar power that can turn ordinary people into their descendants."

"So you'd better be careful. Although I think your suit has pretty good defense, if you really get hit by two claws, you'll have to turn into a rat too."