Chapter 2598

"Have you talked to Nick about this?" Shiler asked.

"He definitely won't agree and will scold me," Peter looked at Shiler with expectant eyes and said, "So can you go and ask for me? Doctor?"

He knew this kid had bad intentions, Shiler thought. So it was waiting for him here.

"I will discuss it with Nick, but you'd better not hold too much hope. He is very disgusted with this sacrificial mentality, as if everything that is useless to oneself should be donated. This easily develops into a morbid psychology."

"I know, but I won't," Peter began his chanting method. He said, "I heard that there is a Spider-Man who accidentally gave his ability to someone else, and the other party is doing well now, and then he can go do other things..."

"He also has nothing else to do," Shiler interrupted Peter. He knew Peter was referring to the Spider-Man who gave his ability to Bruce of Earth-1. Now this Spider-Man was serving as a Holy Son here, and because the Nameless Mist hadn't been active for a long time, Spider-Man was now bored to death.

It was also because this Spider-Man knew that he would definitely be scolded if he saw Nick, so he wouldn't come to this universe even if he died. Currently, he was still staying on the Fusion Earth doing scientific research.

"Compared to whether to do this, how to do it is more worth studying," Shiler prompted. "If you can find a way to transfer the ability without hurting yourself at all, whether physically or psychologically, perhaps I have some certainty to persuade Nick. But if you are talking about methods like faking death, I can only tell you, absolutely no way. Nick is impossible to agree."

Peter immediately wrinkled his face into a bitter gourd and said, "Before, I even wanted to upload my soul to the server to check whether this ability is attached to the soul or the body..."

Eddie gasped and said, "What do you take the soul for? Are you kidding? No, I'm going to tell Nick..."

"Please, Eddie! Don't leak the news! I didn't really do it."

"But your idea is too dangerous," Eddie said with a serious face.

"But if my state of existence remains unchanged, but there can be one more Spider-Man in the world, then the two of us can work together to make this world better," Peter's tone was full of expectation. He said, "This is the perfect way to utilize resources, not like now, where such strong ability is completely wasted."

"Alright, Peter, you must first promise me that you won't try it rashly, and then I can try to persuade Nick to find a feasible method from the perspective of the Spider Totem, but you are absolutely not allowed to mess around by yourself."

"Don't worry, Doctor, I'm not that stupid."

They soon finished everything. The coffee table was a mess. The iron skewers for barbecue, beer bottles, and cups were scattered on the table, and the ball game was coming to an end.

The drinkers were a bit tipsy. Eddie helped Shiler upstairs to sleep. Barry volunteered to clean up the table, but it was very late now, and he was yawning with sleepiness.

Peter let him go back to sleep. He hadn't drunk much alcohol himself and wasn't drunk at all. He prepared to pack up the skewers and put the plates into the dishwasher to deal with tomorrow.

He wanted to find something to wrap the skewers, grabbed a newspaper nearby, and specifically looked at the date, finding it was an expired newspaper, so he laid the newspaper flat on the table.

Just as he laid out the newspaper, a piece of news caught his attention. It wasn't big news either, but there were traces of cabinets being rummaged through in the women's shower room of a nearby community college, but everyone investigated various surveillance cameras and didn't find any traces of the little thief.

Peter stared at the news and fell into deep thought. Brooklyn was an old urban area of New York after all. The facilities of the community college here were quite perfect, and the surveillance cameras were all high-definition. It was impossible not to capture strangers coming in and out.

Consequently, the report speculated that it might be an internal problem, that the cleaner accidentally rummaged through the cabinets while cleaning.

Peter flipped to the next page and looked down. Next were some news about community football matches, nothing worth paying attention to. But suddenly, Peter discovered in an interview that members of the women's football team said their dormitory also seemed to be haunted, and things were lost for no reason.

Continuing to look down, it mentioned a shop disappearance case. Similarly, the cameras didn't capture anything, but a lot of new motorcycle parts were lost.

The most terrifying was the last report. A gun shop was stolen. The other party stole three pistols and a pile of bullets. The dense surveillance cameras still didn't capture anything.

Below this report was a picture, which looked very scary because a pistol was floating straight in the air above the counter, as if it were being held by something.

The explanation given by the report was that there was a problem with the circuit magnetic field nearby, which caused metal parts to float abnormally. But judging from the posture of the pistol floating, it was obviously held by someone. And electric magnetic fields don't grow hands, and they can pose for shooting?

The more Peter looked, the tighter his brows wrinkled, and the more he felt something was wrong. These harassment cases and item disappearance cases shouldn't be a coincidence, especially the last picture, which showed that this wasn't a problem with the circuit magnetic field, but that there was an invisible thief.

At first, this thief just ran to the women's bathhouse and women's dormitory to be a hooligan, then started stealing property, and in the end, even started stealing guns. What did he want to do?

Peter naturally thought of the guy he met during the day at the first moment. Dr. Shiler said that this invisible freak blocking him here was likely not an accident. He might have targeted him long ago.

Now he had guns and bullets in his hands, and he was a scumbag who had gained invisibility and ran to the women's bathhouse at the first moment. What did he want to do to him?

Peter thought for a while and felt something was wrong. If it were an ordinary Spider-Man, he would have run out to find this guy's trouble long ago. But Peter was not such a person. He found all the recent newspapers, laid them flat on the ground, and started looking for clues.

He easily found the news that gang members were active on Witt Street, followed by population disappearance cases, kidnapping and extortion cases, and even a murder case that occurred in an area two streets away from Witt Street.

Peter picked up the newspaper, looked carefully at the face of the deceased in the newspaper, and discovered that this was actually an old acquaintance, Bullseye, under Kingpin.

The last time Peter saw him, he personally sent him to prison. At that time, he hadn't been out for long, and Bullseye was a quite big trouble for him. Fortunately, with the joint guidance of Captain America, Iron Man, and Dr. Shiler, he caught him and sent him to prison.

Bullseye had committed numerous crimes, and Kingpin was also very dissatisfied that he was caught by a newcomer. Therefore, he neither paid the bail nor helped him hire a good lawyer. Bullseye sat in prison until the end, and should have been released not long ago.

Peter took out the map and looked at the place where Bullseye died. That was also the original activity range of Kingpin. Kingpin had indeed washed his hands of it now, but this was not far from his palace, and it could be said to be the center of his base camp. His old subordinate died here, which was an extremely serious provocation to Kingpin.

Kingpin had never given up his influence on the underworld because he knew this would make his business easier to do. All parties also turned a blind eye to this because they all understood that there was no power vacuum in this world. If Kingpin let go, there would be others. It was better to let Kingpin come, at least he was smart enough.

The group originally wanted to go out for a stroll in the middle of the night. After Shiler took a nap, he had already woken up, but Peter said he was a bit tired and wouldn't go out tonight. So the group had a good sleep tonight.

The next morning, Eddie flipped through the text messages and emails on his phone and didn't see any news about Sandman Baker, so he urgently printed a periodical to find someone.

Unexpectedly, someone came to the door less than two hours after the newspaper was sent out.

"Uh, hello, may I ask if this is the Brock Newspaper?"

A lady dressed quite exquisitely stood at the door and asked. Eddie immediately stood up to welcome her and said, "Hello, I am Brock. May I ask what's the matter?"

"That, you can call me Casada. I am Baker's neighbor. I mean our whole family is. My husband and my two children, we live right next door to Baker's house."

"Oh, my god, ma'am, you came just in time. Come in quickly."

Peter went to make coffee, Barry went to get cups, and Eddie led Ms. Casada to sit on the sofa.

"Baker is missing, right? God, I should have told him about that group of sneaky people at that time..."

This lady's expression was full of anxiety. Eddie had to hurry to comfort her. From this lady's mouth, he learned that the Casada family were Baker's best friends.

At that time, Baker hadn't found so many good jobs with his special abilities, and this lady's husband didn't have a new job either. They all lived in a cheap community, and life was very difficult.

And the Casada family had two laborers after all. The Casada couple both worked outside, with not much income but relatively stable. And Baker was the most frustrated at that time, often not having the next meal after the previous one.

At that time, the kind-hearted Mrs. Casada often made an extra meal and sent it to him. And one day, Baker witnessed Mrs. Casada's little daughter being bullied on the street next to the school, so he rushed over and beat away the group of hooligans. The two families became friends because of this.

Later, Baker gained mutation. He felt that he was a monster and an alien, and would be arrested by law enforcement agencies sooner or later. He was afraid of implicating his neighbor's family, so he wanted to move.

But by mistake, he was targeted by people from S. H. I. E. L. D. Nick liked his ability, so he sent someone to contact him and recruited him into the Solar System Development Plan.

That was still very early, and the whole plan hadn't been spread out much. The jobs were all high-risk positions, and the salary was quite generous. Sandman was originally a barefoot person who didn't care, thinking about trying it out. If he died, at least there would be a large batch of pensions left for the Casada family to solve the problem of their children's schooling, so he went.

He earned a sum of money and wanted to buy a house, but didn't want to leave his neighbors. However, later, the husband of the Casada family found a job at the Flying Shuttle Space Station, the salary also increased, and the children were all at the age of middle school and needed to find a good school, so they were also planning to move.

But this family had large expenses and couldn't save any money, not enough money to buy a house in a good school district at all. Baker was alone and didn't have to worry about the whole family, and was very loyal, so he lent the Casada family a large sum of money, and the two bought two adjacent houses in the current community together.

Ms. Casada cried when she talked about this, while making the sign of the cross on her chest, saying, "Every day he works in the sky, my husband, my children, and I pray for him on the ground. I know he sometimes has a bad temper, but he is a good person. If something happens to him, we don't know what to do..."

"Alright, ma'am, don't be anxious first," Shiler brought coffee to Casada and said, "Mr. Baker has quite powerful abilities, so it is very likely that he is just trapped. After all, who can kill a pile of sand?"

Casada thought for a while, and it was indeed so, but she still pulled Shiler's sleeve and said, "You must help him. He has already reserved a spot for the third batch of technical personnel at the Star Core Space Station. As long as he is transferred there, he will be a technical supervisor. He has a bright future. Something must not happen at this time..."

Shiler and Eddie looked at each other, suddenly realizing the severity of the problem.