[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel":3,"chapter-my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-66":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","My Life as a Mental Mentor in Marvel",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2322634,4544,"Chapter 66","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-66",66,"\u003Cp>Peter’s pursuit of Bullseye was not going well; his first problem was that he couldn’t find where Bullseye was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truthfully, Hell’s Kitchen had a massive floating population; even as Spider-Man, he couldn’t possibly conduct a full census of the entire district in such a short time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Erica said, Bullseye was extremely cunning—he knew he had many enemies, so his movements had no pattern. Peter had just spotted him outside a nightclub, and the next day he vanished. With so many buildings and so many gangs in Hell’s Kitchen, finding Bullseye’s hideout was indeed difficult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only now did Peter understand why Matt always hit his targets precisely when taking down Kingpin’s operations—how much effort lay behind it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter felt a pang of frustration. Previously, having frequently entered Hell’s Kitchen, he’d occasionally taken down robbers or thieves on the fringes of the area, and even punched a couple of armed drug dealers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But organized crime and lone criminals were entirely different concepts. Some gangs were hard to tackle, some criminal organizations impossible to eradicate, precisely because their local influence was deeply entrenched—everyone was their eyes. This made Peter’s investigation extremely difficult; clearly, Bullseye was already on alert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Peter wouldn’t give up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was smart—he realized where his strengths lay. After fruitlessly wandering Hell’s Kitchen like a fly without a head, Peter began seeking help from modern technology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One noon, Shiler watched Peter slam a huge box onto the table with a thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside was a strangely shaped computer, integrated with the case itself, its keyboard bizarre, no mouse, and connected to a tangle of complex wires and antennas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter kept fiddling with it, blue light reflecting on his face; Pikachu stood beside him watching. He said: “You want to monitor cell signals? Eavesdrop on Hell’s Kitchen’s communications?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly. These people definitely have no awareness of network or signal encryption. I got a pile of junk from a classmate’s dad, assembled it simply—it’s not perfect, but it’ll do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But with so many phones and network signals, even if you intercept and crack them all, won’t you still have to sift through each one to find which belongs to Bullseye?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s exactly what I’m doing. I’ve already tested signal eavesdropping—it wasn’t hard. Now I’m writing a program to intelligently extract communication content.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shiler stood beside them, arms crossed, watching. “So when exactly did you two plan this together?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pikachu, munching on a jar of peanut butter, said: “Don’t forget—I’m a detective. This kid hired me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Right. I needed help. I needed someone to hold down the rear, watch the backend for me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m truly grateful you chose a rat over me,” Shiler said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, don’t misunderstand, Doctor,” Peter said, slightly embarrassed. “I just felt this kind of thing didn’t warrant bothering you guys. I planned to handle it myself—otherwise, why would I bother assembling this computer? Stark Tower has every advanced computer imaginable; monitoring Hell’s Kitchen is nothing—monitoring all of Manhattan wouldn’t be a problem.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter typed rapidly on the keyboard, serious. “I realized I can’t rely too much on others. When Matt told me about his crime-fighting experiences, I thought it was just about beating people up—how hard could it be?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But actually doing it, I found it’s truly difficult—not cutting a single wire, but untangling a knot and pinpointing the exact thread that will be fatal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shiler clapped. “Has anyone ever told you? You have real talent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter was practically born to be a superhero—strong, kind, and above all, possessing a sharpness most people lack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the screen flashed blue. Peter’s fingers stopped. “Done. Now I wait a few hours. If he sent any signal tied to his identity during that time, I’ll catch him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And after that? You plan a direct assault?” Pikachu asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, no, no,” Peter shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Earlier, Captain gave me a lot of tactics. I didn’t pay much attention then, but now that I need them, I remembered—many might help.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter pulled a map from his backpack, unfolded it, and pointed to a section. “Look here—this is Hell’s Kitchen. See these lines I drew?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Earlier, I found an old newspaper stand with a map of New York’s sewer system from its construction days. I traced Hell’s Kitchen’s section onto this map.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can see the sewers lead to nearly all major Hell’s Kitchen buildings, with exits evenly distributed—from the southernmost point A to the northernmost point B, the distance between each manhole cover is nearly identical, forming a uniform circular pattern.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s a natural attack route. I just need to enter here—see this red dot I marked? I go in here. At my running speed, I can reach the central ring of buildings in under five minutes, the second ring in about ten, and even the outermost buildings in under fifteen…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Once I catch the signal, I can be inside Bullseye’s building in no more than fifteen minutes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pikachu said: “I bet he won’t pick the nearest or farthest ring—he’ll be in the middle layer, like us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I think so too. The center is all Kingpin’s territory, but Bullseye knows he’d be watched there—he must have his own outpost on the outskirts.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Capturing him there is far easier than sneaking into a place full of Kingpin’s thugs.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter truly had a gift for computers. In less than twenty minutes—not even hours—the screen lit up again. Peter immediately started typing, paused, glanced, then snatched his backpack and bolted out the door, shouting as he pushed it open: “Watch it! If anything moves, call me on the radio!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pikachu gave him a reassuring gesture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter jumped down into the nearest sewer entrance. As expected, New York’s sewers were a labyrinth—he followed the map and even arrived a few minutes faster than planned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Peter pried open the manhole cover, he emerged onto a street in southern Hell’s Kitchen. Shiler’s clinic lay far to the north; Matt’s house was several blocks away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bullseye had chosen well—the signal came from a junkyard, a place rarely visited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for Peter, it was perfect: the uneven terrain, trash he could stick webs to and swing as weapons, several garbage trucks he could use as cover against projectiles…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter didn’t know tactical terrain theory, but instinctively, he felt this place would be ideal for a fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crept silently along the junkyard’s edge. When focused, his spider-sense sharpened—his mind even faintly formed a 3D map of the environment within several meters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On a two-story building behind the junkyard, Peter scaled the wall, scrambled onto the roof, then dangled by a single web, peering upside-down through the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bullseye was inside, smoking and talking to a henchman. Peter sniffed—the stench of marijuana. Watching the smoky room, he retracted his web, pulled a red-and-blue suit from his backpack, and muttered: “I forgot to ask Mr. Stark for a gas mask. This damn Hell’s Kitchen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once suited up, Peter didn’t hesitate—he swung on his web and smashed straight through the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The henchman nearest the window hadn’t turned around before Peter kicked him unconscious. Bullseye dropped his cigarette, cursed, and blocked Peter’s punch with his arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Peter were human, Bullseye’s defense would’ve worked. But the strength from Peter’s spider mutation—even still undeveloped—wasn’t something a normal man could block.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taking Peter’s punch, Bullseye flew backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he was no less a master acrobat—he twisted midair, rolled, and landed steadily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sprinted for the back door. Peter followed, but the stench and lingering smoke dulled his senses. Then—click—the back door opened. Peter rushed out and was met by three flying darts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter didn’t dare catch them—he rolled sideways, fired a web, swung over the back wall, and landed in the junkyard. Bullseye stood atop a mound of trash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ha! Where’d this rookie come from? Think wearing a weird suit lets you mess with Hell’s Kitchen?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter ignored him entirely. As soon as he landed, he kicked out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Steve had taught Peter tactics, Shiler had been beside him. He’d told Peter a highly effective tactic: villains always die from talking too much. As soon as they open their mouths—punch them. Knock them down, then you’ve got all the time to talk. What’s the point of honor with villains?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tactic worked perfectly. Bullseye hadn’t finished speaking before he had to roll aside to dodge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter suppressed the urge to talk and unleashed a flurry of punches. Bullseye was struggling—he realized this kid’s strength was extraordinary. Even a glancing blow hurt. When Bullseye punched Spider-Man, Spider-Man barely staggered. When Spider-Man punched Bullseye, he flew across the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Bullseye hadn’t had such balance and flexibility, he’d have been pinned down long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing things turn bad, Bullseye hurled a handful of darts. As Spider-Man dodged sideways, Bullseye pulled a round ball from his pocket, smashed it on the ground, and a faint hiss filled the air—then smoke spread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t a smoke screen—it was a mini tear gas canister. The acrid stench made Peter choke and nearly suffocate. He clamped his nose and mouth, coughed violently twice, and when he looked up—Bullseye was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>",1508,"2026-06-20T16:39:12.484Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","9586f96a0b51e788f14ce1686e1191b7f4cf7d981fe4f6a8941e0d12d572a2a2","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-67","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-65",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]