Chapter 16: Spider-Man, Connecting

From Marvel, Starting as a Genie

As the distance between the two closed, Johnson could determine more and more that this person was just a teenager. As an adult, Johnson felt deep shame. But he couldn't wait for his own brother to hang just because of this, could he?

"Hello, can I bother you for a moment?" Johnson stood in front of the target and spoke.

Listening to these words, Peter Parker raised his head, only to see a strange uncle in a suit with a pale face suddenly appearing before him, looking at him with a strange gaze.

"Sir? May I ask what's the matter? Do you need help?" Peter had the appearance of a well-behaved student, replying to Johnson.

"Yes." Johnson took out a piece of paper from his bosom, which was the script he had written, and then fainted directly, falling toward the ground.

How embarrassing. Asking someone for help and still using this kind of moral kidnapping method, and even fainting—this kind of thing made Johnson, whose face wasn't thick enough yet, flush with shame. Combined with the paleness he couldn't hide, it was as outrageous as it could be, and as pitiful as it could be.

The inexperienced Peter caught the fainting Johnson. "Sir?! Sir?!"

Just then, that piece of paper full of scripts fell into Peter's hands.

My name is Johnson Thomas, an archaeologist, hired by a company under the underground overlord Kingpin to find a non-ordinary relic for them.

After discovering something was wrong, I managed to contact my friend Frank Castle, who saved me. But the location of that relic has already been locked onto by Kingpin and another criminal organization, the Hand.

After many considerations, my friend believes that no matter what, they cannot be allowed to obtain the things in that relic. He is planning to lead a team to launch an assault today to destroy their evil plan. But the gap in strength exists after all, and they are in great danger.

Besides being an archaeologist, I am also a Diviner. In divination, I saw that there is someone here who can help us out of the predicament, so I came. If you really have this ability, please help my friend.

If I unfortunately found the wrong person, please call the police immediately. Do not report to ordinary police stations; they might have already been bought off by Kingpin's men. Please find the high-level police and tell them exactly what is happening.

The relic is in the Midtown district of Hell's Kitchen, where there are Hand ninjas, criminal group thugs, and it is very dangerous. Do not act blindly, and do not be impulsive.

Looking at this letter, several extremely attractive terms popped up in Peter's brain: resisting corrupt authority, partner of justice, confronting evil, destroying world-destroying conspiracies, saving the world.

Not one of these terms could be resisted by an ordinary high school student, even if he had the identity of Spider-Man besides being a high school student. No, it should be said that the more he was Spider-Man, the less he could resist.

Peter felt his heart beating incredibly fast, his hands and feet were burning hot, and the hot blood in his body was already surging.

Without a second thought, Peter made a decision in his heart.

Easily carrying Johnson, avoiding the people on the street and Aunt May in the house, Peter climbed the wall and brought Johnson to the second floor, entering his room through the window.

After settling Johnson on his bed, Peter quickly took out his full set of Spider-Man equipment from his bag. Now he was the superhero Spider-Man who maintained peace in New York City and fought against evil.

After looking at his attire in the mirror for a few times and confirming there were no omissions, Peter left a piece of paper on the table, casually making up Johnson's identity with short words, and then left through the window, rushing toward Hell's Kitchen.

He did this because he was afraid that Aunt May would see Johnson when she came up to clean or do other things. With this paper, he could at least soothe Aunt May's emotions and explain what was going on. Otherwise, Peter was afraid that Aunt May would overreact and empty an entire magazine at Johnson.

On the other side, in Hell's Kitchen, Frank's assault this time was as smooth as the first time, making people feel a bit wrong.

Because Nick Fury exerted pressure through various channels, the thugs Kingpin hid here were indeed significantly reduced. But the number of Hand ninjas also seemed to be much fewer than imagined, not matching the number of people in a large criminal organization at all.

Soon, Frank broke into the most central position alone.

"Hawkeye, I have reached the target location. Act according to the plan."

"Hawkeye received."

Frank handed over all the defensive tasks on the ground to Hawkeye, took his gun, put on night-vision goggles, and drilled into the huge downward passage dug by the Hand alone.

At the bottom of this passage, Dela was laughing wildly. Before him was the Black Sky, which was descending into this world.

Beside the magic ritual lay a group of Hand ninja corpses. They were used as sacrifices to speed up the descent. This was also why Frank discovered that the number of defensive parties was so small during the assault.

"Sir, the situation seems a bit wrong!" Xin, looking at the appearance of the Black Sky in the ritual, reminded Dela.

The Black Sky in the center of the ritual had already grown to 3-4 times its original size. After being pulled and extended, the skin was already close to transparent, like a thin piece of paper, as if it could be poked through with a finger.

Looking from the outside, through the thin paper, one could vaguely see the ominous black gas that was wriggling.

"What's wrong with it? I think it's very right!"

Dela bit his teeth very stubbornly. Actually, it wasn't that he didn't know; the ritual was already starting to lose control.

It was just because for this ritual, Dela had already bet all his family assets. He could only accept success and absolutely couldn't accept failure.

So no matter what the ritual became now, he could only pretend not to see it and hope that the means he had used in the past could provide some help in terms of control.

Watching the Black Sky's body grow larger and larger, Xin was already a bit at a loss.

The container selected by the Hand was both the vessel for the Black Sky's descent and the restriction after the Black Sky's descent. Only in this way could they obtain a powerful force that could be controlled.

And now, because the container wasn't fully mature, and Dela had crazily accelerated the descent speed for the sake of progress.

So the Black Sky's container was gradually moving toward death. If it continued like this, the descending Black Sky would be completely out of control. In a sense, he was free, which violated the Hand's initial vision.

But now it was too late to do anything. Following a painful roar from the container, the Black Sky officially descended into this world.