Chapter 122

Peter's triumphant mood didn't last long because he found that he had gotten into big trouble.

Since that time, his name seemed to have spread within the vampire group. Everyone knew that there was a person named Spider-Man who wanted to fight the vampires of the whole world alone.

Peter didn't even know who had spread such a great reputation for him. He clearly just wanted to kill the vampires in a small stronghold single-handedly, and he had already succeeded.

His next plan was originally to kill another slightly larger stronghold. Now, it's the opposite; he's like poking a rat's nest. As long as he appears in New York as Spider-Man, a group of big bats will chase him and bite him.

Peter was swinging between the buildings in Brooklyn, followed by two or three bats behind him. But at this moment, Peter's brain was very clear. He made a sharp turn in the air, directly turning around the corner of a building, letting the leading bat hit the corner of the wall.

Then he released the spider silk and dived rapidly. The other bats followed him and dived together. As a result, when he was less than two meters from the ground, Spider-Man fired a spider silk, directly swinging up again, while the few bats behind him, because they didn't brake in time, crashed into the ground head-first.

Peter found that he had really changed a lot. He was now full of tactical plans, and the terrain of half the Brooklyn district was presented in his mind in high and low scattered ways. Where could be used to shake off pursuers, where could be used to hide himself—everything was clearly visible.

Although he often wandered in this block in the past, he would forget the terrain after seeing it. Who knew that when it came time to be useful, they would all emerge again? This feeling fascinated Spider-Man, making him feel that everything was under control.

Using similar tactics to shake off two more bats, Spider-Man stopped on a building. As a result, a group of black mist suddenly appeared behind him, and a sharp claw attacked him. Spider-Sense moved, Peter rolled to dodge, then knelt on the ground, staring at the black mist.

The black mist condensed into a human figure. A man with long white hair wearing medieval formal wear appeared in front of Spider-Man. Like other vampires, his face was pale and gloomy, but he appeared more arrogant. He said, "Spider-Man, is it you who wants to be an enemy of the great Blood Clan?"

"Blood Clan? You are just a group of rats with wings."

Spider-Man slowly stood up. He found that his voice was deeper than the other party's: "Don't you think the leader of the rats is more noble than other rats?"

This sentence angered the other party. The white-haired vampire turned into a group of black mist again, instantly flashing in front of Spider-Man. Peter's Spider-Sense sounded again, and he rolled to dodge again. A spider silk was fired at the boxes piled on the roof, and a pile of boxes was thrown out. The group of black mist had to turn into human form and use his arms to block.

In this instant, Spider-Man disappeared.

Spider-Man, swinging in mid-air, muttered to himself, "How did I scold him just now? That was too harsh, right?"

He touched his face and said, "Is this really me? Is that something I would say?"

Although Spider-Man is a chatterbox, he mostly uses trash talk to disturb his opponents and rarely is so heart-piercing. Peter actually doesn't know how to scold people much. Even if he disturbs his opponents, it's all in a joking tone.

But the high-level vampire just now was almost angered to death by him. Peter felt a bit incredible, but also felt very cool.

He felt that the sentence he just said was really great. So what if you know magic? Aren't you still a rat with wings?

Just after returning to Queens, Peter found that there was fire flashing on a street in the center. He swung over quickly and found that it was a street not far from Midtown High School. At this time, it was in a mess, and the police were in a firefight with vampires.

Spider-Man cursed secretly. He knew he should have been tricked. No wonder the big bats that chased him before kept driving him out of Queens. Fortunately, his thinking was clear, and he didn't entangle too much with that high-level vampire, otherwise he would have let them succeed.

Peter was just about to go down to help when he saw Gwen and her father George near the firefight area. George was blocking Gwen with his arm. As the police's firepower weakened and the front line was suppressed by many high-level vampires, the place where the father and daughter stood became increasingly dangerous.

Peter was very anxious and wanted to go down to save people at that time, but the high-level vampire who had been disturbed by him before chased up.

This kind of vampire is different from ordinary vampires. They can use teleportation and magic to extend sharp claws from black mist.

Teleportation is not a big threat to Peter. After all, he has Spider-Sense. Once the other party approaches, Peter's Spider-Sense will warn him, and then he can dodge.

But the magic skill of extending sharp claws from black mist caused Peter a lot of trouble.

Spider-Man mainly relies on spider silk to move in mid-air. That high-level vampire is not stupid either. Seeing this situation, he directly aimed the magic at Peter's spider silk. Every time Peter wanted to swing over, he was directly cut off by the sharp claw magic, forcing him to change direction quickly.

Under this interference, Peter couldn't rush to save his girlfriend and her father in the first place. As the firefight line pushed back further and further, the people on the ground had almost reached the point of no retreat. Behind them was the school district. Peter knew George's personality; he would absolutely not allow this group of monsters to rush into the school.

Peter was anxious and regretted not increasing the strength of the spider silk. As several vampires surrounded George and Gwen, the anxiety and anger in Peter's heart almost swallowed him. And as the spider silk was cut off again, Peter felt something surging on his arm.

Accompanied by instinct, Peter fired a spider silk again. This time, the spider silk was no longer white, but black mucus.

After the black spider silk stuck to the wall, facing the attack of that kind of magic sharp claw, it was like coming alive. Just after being cut off a little, more mucus surged up until the spider silk became very tough, and the magic sharp claw couldn't cut it off.

Just like this, Peter flew to the firefight scene quickly, used black spider silk to stick to a car, and swung it hard. The few vampires who were pressing toward the police were directly knocked away and slapped onto the wall. All the police and George's father and daughter were stunned.

Spider-Man, full of anger, picked up a street lamp pole again. The few vampires in the back saw that the situation was not good and wanted to turn into bats to escape one after another. But Spider-Man swung the street lamp, one hit per bat, and knocked them all down. After the initial shock, the police also calmed down and rushed forward to make up the knife.

After venting, Peter turned around and saw that George and Gwen were out of danger. He really wanted to go up and care about them, but in the end, he hesitated and fired spider silk to leave.

When he calmed down, he reacted and looked at his arm with some surprise, but there was no abnormality there. Peter muttered to himself, "What's going on? What was that black spider silk just now?"

He fiddled with his wrist, took off the micro spider silk launcher on his suit, opened the box inside, and found that the raw materials there had not changed at all. He tried again, and what was fired inside was still white spider silk.

This aroused Peter's strong curiosity. Could it be that he had unlocked some new talent? This made him start trying to fire spider silk with various actions.

To outsiders, it was a freak in a tight suit making various silly actions on the roof, which was very funny.

After tossing for a long time, Peter was exhausted, but he still couldn't successfully fire that kind of black spider silk again.

Peter felt that it might be his posture that was wrong. Just when he planned to try a handstand, a voice finally sounded in his mind, unable to bear it anymore: "Stop trying! Are you a moron?"

Peter was startled and almost bounced on the spot, then looked left and right and said, "What?? Who are you?! Where are you talking?!"

"I'm in your brain! Didn't you notice at all?"

Peter stared wide-eyed in shock and said, "In my brain? Then who are you? My second personality? Do I have a split personality? God! I have to go to Dr. Schiller to see!"

"No, no, no! Don't go! You don't need to see a doctor. I'm not your personality. Oh, damn it! Stop!! Don't run there!!!"

Peter hesitated and stopped his steps. He said, "Then who are you?"

"I am an unlucky alien symbiote. My name is Venom. As for the others, your brain might not be able to understand. You just need to know that I'm here to help you."

"Alien symbiote? Are you an alien? That's too cool! But why are you in my body?"

"Because you are a weakling with a not-so-good brain. If I hadn't helped you just now, you would have lost your life..."

"How can you say that about me? Even without you, I would have thought of a way!"

"You don't think that these recent methods were all thought of by yourself, do you?"

"Isn't it?"

Peter then reacted. Recently, he seemed to be a bit different. No matter what he did, he would actually start considering plans first, and sometimes one plan wouldn't be enough; he would even prepare several contingency plans in his mind. Moreover, his on-the-spot reaction ability and the ability to formulate tactical plans in times of crisis had all suddenly improved by a large margin.

"So that was you?" Peter asked. "Are there such magical aliens? Not only can you live in my body, but you can also help me think of ways?... Wait, were you sighing just now? Why are you sighing? Although I'm not as smart as you, I'm not stupid, right? Not enough to make you sigh, right?"

"Don't worry about those irrelevant things. How do you plan to deal with these people's pursuit?"

Peter hesitated, scratched his head, and said, "Anyway, they usually can't catch up to me. I'll shake them off in a few rounds."

"Do you plan to play with them like this every day?"

"Can't I? Anyway, I'm very free."

"But I'm not free!!!" Venom roared: "Hurry up and solve them all! Then let's go eat heads!!"

"They have so many people, how do I solve... wait, what did you just say you want to eat?"

"Listen, you are simply the stupidest human I have ever met, none of them," Venom said.

"Now use your not-so-bright brain to come up with a method above the passing line, and then catch them all in one net, and we can take a vacation!"

"Do aliens need vacations too?" Peter asked. "Why do you seem so anxious? Do you have any business goals?"

Venom appeared a bit manic. He said, "Why don't you ask why you are so lazy! You clearly have a lot of time to formulate a foolproof plan to defeat all enemies. Why are you staying here?"

"Can you move faster? Find a room, think carefully, formulate 200 combat plans, and then put them into practice immediately! Just now! Fast!!!"

Peter's head was buzzing from listening. He said, "Can't you lower your voice? You remind me of my head teacher."

"Besides, I'm not taking a final exam. I just want to solve the two strongholds on this block. Now my goal has been completed. I plan to go on a date with Gwen tomorrow..."