Chapter 1286: The Interstellar Grand Stage (Part 10)

Just as Gwen-Spider and Peter were intermittently introducing the situation of various laboratories to Reilly, a figure wearing a black trench coat with a revolver tucked into his waist walked in.

"Oh, Spider-Man Noir." Gwen turned her head and shouted his name. Spider-Man Noir froze for a moment when he saw this group of people here. He was not a very talkative person and didn't have many body movements, but his obviously paused steps still made Gwen somewhat confused.

"What's wrong?" Gwen asked.

"Why are you here?" Spider-Man Noir's voice was very low, not at all like Peter Parker. His eyes under the mask looked at Gwen and said, "Dr. Schiller asked me to pick up the newcomer, but why are you two here?"

"We are responsible for introducing the situation to the newcomer."

"Then why aren't you going to the Inter-Sky Transport Technology Expo in Queens?" Spider-Man Noir tilted his head slightly and said, "You only get credits if you check in within three hours of the expo opening. It's already been 1 hour and 20 minutes. Are you sure you can make it in time?"

"What?!

" Gwen let out a surprised scream. She immediately rushed out from the gap in the sofa, looked at Spider-Man Noir, and said, "Checking in gives credits? Since when?!"

"You didn't turn on the Spider App notifications, did you?" Spider-Man Noir hit the nail on the head. Gwen stammered, "That, I find it a bit annoying that Nick sends group messages every day. I need to rest..."

After saying this, she scrambled to pick up the phone on the side, held the phone with both hands, and started checking the messages in the app. She flipped for a long time before finding the notification for the Technology Expo check-in in the top message from yesterday.

"My god, there's 20 points?!

" Gwen let out a scream. She stared dumbfounded at the content on the screen and said, "Is this for real? This is almost worth a day's work for me!

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Gwen paused for a moment, then hurriedly put the phone back into her jacket, tied her hair up with a rubber band, put on her mask and hood again, made a gesture to Peter, and ran out while saying, "The newcomer is handed over to you, I'm leaving first!"

After running to the door, she turned her head back, grabbed the door frame with both hands, poked her head out, and said, "By the way, remind Dr. Schiller, don't forget to record the 5 points for me receiving the newcomer!"

Peter shook his head and said, "I guess the points deducted for you bringing him here without permission will definitely be more than 5 points. Even if Dr. Schiller doesn't deduct them, Director Nick will. He won't let go of any opportunity to deduct points."

Reilly opened his mouth again and asked somewhat uneasily, "Can credits still be deducted?"

"Of course they can." Spider-Man Noir walked up, sat in the position where Gwen had been sitting, pulled a bottle of whiskey from his chest, didn't ask if others wanted to drink, drank it himself first, and then said, "Credits can not only be deducted, but can also be deducted into negative numbers."

Reilly widened his eyes. Peter nodded and said, "Indeed, if it weren't for the fact that you are a newcomer and don't understand the rules, just that stroll you took in the Bronx would have cost at least 50 points."

"When we first came here, we also always caused trouble." Spider-Man Noir said without any avoidance, "Every Spider-Man has fighting crime and upholding justice engraved in their bones. Seeing someone robbing on the street, they want to help; seeing police in trouble, they want to help; even seeing traffic police stopping cars, they want to help."

"But this universe is indeed very different from other universes. Sometimes helping here and there only makes things worse. Several times, many Spider-Men upheld justice, delayed the progress of experimental research, or simply left the experiment halfway and went to catch criminals, leading to experimental accidents."

"Dr. Connors and Dr. Otto strongly protested, and even Tony Stark ran to S. H. I. E. L. D. several times to fish people out. Therefore, a punishment mechanism was added to credits later. Fighting crime can only be carried out during designated time periods, and each Spider-Man is divided into different areas. You have to greet the police there and cannot take action at will."

"Of course, if the police encounter trouble they can't solve, they will also contact the Spider-Man responsible for that area. This kind of task will also give credits. So your behavior of upholding justice in the Bronx might have snatched someone else's credits."

"But I didn't see the Spider-Man in that area take action?" Reilly frowned and said, "Could it be that in order to wait for help and exchange for credits, he can sit idly by and watch various violent events?"

"Of course not, no Spider-Man is that kind of person." Peter opened his mouth and said, "He didn't take action just because he had to observe the situation. The violent behavior you saw might hide bigger trouble. Jumping to the middle of the road, shouting 'I want to duel with you' at everyone, or giving them a punch each, won't have any results."

"Oh, by the way, who is responsible for that area?" Peter pushed his glasses and asked somewhat curiously.

"It's Peter Parker, but I don't know which Peter Parker it is specifically." Spider-Man Noir pursed his lips. He pulled out his phone from his pocket, but his operation of the phone was a bit clumsy. While sending messages to inquire, he said, "I'm really a bit unaccustomed to this high technology. Computers were rare items in our era."

Peter also pulled out his phone and looked at the screen. Accompanied by a question from the revolver-avatar in the group, messages started scrolling constantly. With his excellent dynamic vision, Peter keenly captured the answer from the countless messages that scrolled by.

"My god, this is too unlucky. It's that Peter." Peter raised an eyebrow and looked at Spider-Man Noir, saying, "It's that Peter who is still lying in the nursing home."

"Good heavens, this is just too unlucky, it's that Peter." Peter raised an eyebrow, looked at the Spider-Man Noir, and said, "The one who is still lying in the nursing home."

"Then I'll go." Reilly immediately raised his hand and said, "I have been living there since I came to this universe and know the situation there quite well. I really want to help."

Spider-Man Noir and Peter looked at each other. Peter said somewhat hesitantly, "Sorry, Mr. Reilly, I can understand your mood. Every Peter Parker wants to help, but forgive me for saying, your means of helping are slightly..."

"We can't help the police beat the protest crowd, or help the protest crowd beat the police. This is all wrong. This is completely being used as a gun by the mastermind behind the scenes."

And the Peter sitting on the sofa opposite frowned. He inherited all the memories and experiences of the Peter in this universe, and the Peter in this universe obviously had a special talent for weaving webs.

The Peter Parker in this universe was no longer that hot-headed kid who only knew how to throw punches. Or rather, on the contrary, because he was very close to Schiller, he also inherited the wise temperament of this psychologist and had the ability to follow the clues for schemes and even conspiracies.

"I suspect that the mastermind behind the scenes might have long ago noticed that a Peter Parker lives in this jurisdiction. And it is very obvious that he discovered that this Peter Parker is a newcomer and doesn't understand the situation."

"He frequently provoked protests there, constantly escalated conflicts, and even arranged violent conflicts, just to make Peter Parker take action."

"If I'm not mistaken, that day there were not only the New Warriors team, but there must also have been reporters or photographers lurking in the dark. They wanted to drag Peter Parker into the water."

"But people don't know Peter Parker is Spider-Man." Reilly refuted.

"That's just right. Peter Parker is much more important than Spider-Man in this world." Spider-Man Noir explained, "In fact, the third-generation Spider-Man doesn't have a very good reputation. People have a lot of criticism about him. Although there is no lack of supporters, the reputation is far from as good as the first-generation Spider-Man."

"On the contrary, Peter Parker is a famous young talent. Everyone knows that he is a favorite of Stark and Osborn. Dragging him into the water naturally means dragging the two big companies into the water."

"If Peter Parker, the capable person who researches flying shuttles and Inter-Sky transport technology, appeared at the protest scene and helped the police beat the protest crowd, then how do you think people would view him? How would they view Stark and Osborn? And how would they view Inter-Sky transport technology?"

Reilly felt his heartbeat accelerating, and cold sweat broke out from his back. He licked his somewhat dry lips and said, "I almost caused a huge disaster, right?"

"I guess you didn't understand the situation when you first came here, and you also had the situation of being an outsider who hadn't seen the world written on your face, thereby letting them know they could calculate you. But this is not your fault."

"Now the Peter responsible for that jurisdiction is injured and temporarily has no ability to maintain security. This matter probably needs to be solved by us together."

Peter stood up and said, "The other me, that is, the real Peter Parker of this world, has now gone to other universes to test new technologies and cannot come back for the time being. And I have to go to Stark Laboratory later. Mr. Stark has been very busy recently, and I am watching many projects."

"So, I'm afraid I don't have time to accompany you personally, but I will call Jarvis later and let them provide you with technical support. The first priority is to prepare a new battle suit for you."

Reilly had just opened his mouth to say he had a battle suit, but Spider-Man Noir interrupted him, saying, "Every Spider-Man who comes here has to make some adjustments to their battle suit. Otherwise, you will see dozens of Spider-Men who look exactly the same swinging around in the sky. We must have our own unique identification, otherwise we will be deducted points by Nick."

Peter spread his hands and said like a joke, "We are all his little lambs. We have to wear tags on our ears. Whoever dares to make trouble will be thrown out."

Reilly pursed his lips and felt a bit awkward. He was reluctant to part with his old uniform, felt that his old uniform was not bad, and also didn't like to label himself.

This awkward emotion only lasted until a few minutes later, when a set of shining uniforms was delivered to him by an Iron Man suit.

Reilly stared dumbfounded at the Spider-Man suit on the Iron Man suit. He opened his mouth and blinked. Peter walked up and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "Come on, try it on."

"No... but it..."

Reilly was too shocked to speak. Spider-Man Noir shook his head and said, "Don't make such a fuss. After all, this is a high-tech world. It's normal for the battle suit to have some miniature weapons and armor, right?"

"I know, but... what's going on with this magical radiance??!

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