I'm working on Marvel's Spider-Man in American comics.

Chapter 166 Today is another peaceful day.
"Mr. Lyman? Can you answer this question?"

With a furious shout from his math teacher, Harry, who had been dozing off that morning, immediately woke up. After glancing at the question on the wall, he stammered out an answer. It turned out that Harry's level was quite good; he was able to answer the question correctly even under these circumstances.

Last night, my support duo didn't get home until after 1 a.m., and Peter even escorted them the whole way for their safety. But it turns out, not everyone is Spider-Man, able to stay energetic with only four or five hours of sleep.

Both Harry and Amadeus were extremely tired today.

Cindy, sitting next to Peter, looked at the two people in the back seat with a bit of a puzzled look. She didn't quite understand why these two were so sleepy when Peter had been busy until late last night.

As she thought about it, Cindy looked at Peter and handed him a note. Peter took it with some curiosity. He and Cindy hadn't really spoken for a while—since that kiss, they had barely exchanged more than three sentences.

But Cindy usually doesn't exchange more than three sentences with people, so it's probably okay?
Peter took Cindy's note while thinking about it, and looked at the contents with some surprise. There were two sentences written on it. One was that she wanted to go on patrol with him after school this afternoon, which was not a problem.

Another thing that intrigued Peter was that Nick Fury planned to meet him, not in New York, but in Washington, D.C., at the S.H.I.E.L.D. Three Towers.

Peter thought about it carefully, and then there was only one possibility: the news of the Thunder Force's betrayal in the wasteland universe had frightened Nick Fury.

Peter listened to music while tearing off a piece of paper to write a reply to Cindy. Patrolling was definitely not a problem, but today was Wednesday, which was supposed to be the detective agency's day, so he would have to stay at school for a while.

As for going to Washington, Peter needs a suitable reason, which is, of course, a matter for Black Egg.

After writing the reply, Cindy handed it to him. Just then, the math teacher woke up the drowsy Amadeus to answer a question. After reading the reply, Cindy gave Peter another unexpected response.

She wants to join the detective agency.
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"Hmm...very good, the reasoning process is perfect, but there's no need for such a detailed criminal psychological profile—because I didn't actually consider that."

Jessica Drew accepted Cindy Moon's reasoning with a bit of embarrassment. The other party's reasoning was really too... meticulous. It couldn't be called professional, but she really wanted to dig deep into every detail.

She even went so far as to create a psychological profile of the suspect based on some of his actions, which was a bit frightening.

Felicia was also there. She looked curiously at Cindy, whom Peter had brought, then a smile appeared on her lips as she looked at the reasoning and concluded, "I can't find a reason to refuse, Jessica."

"Me too, a perfect deduction. Welcome to the detective club."

Jessica smiled and accepted Cindy's answer, then pulled out a mountain of deerstalker hats and handed one to Cindy. Just then, Felicia moved closer to Peter.

"I heard that the NYPD received a tip from Spider-Man today, and they raided the Fisker Museum of Natural Art and found evidence of art smuggling by Fisker's subsidiaries?"

Felicia's words were definitely not to thank Spider-Man for his contribution. He was probably somewhat annoyed that he hadn't called Black Cat for such a standard burglary.

Peter was also helpless about this: "Maybe it's because they didn't hide well enough that Spider-Man found them."

As it turns out, this evidence can only reduce Fisk's earnings slightly, not bring him down completely. For Fisk, a few more decades in prison make little difference. Unless new federal felonies are discovered and Fisk is sentenced to death by the court, there's little difference between Fisk in jail and on the streets.

For a moment, Peter really wanted to join the charge and storm Rikers Island to kill Fisk, but perhaps, just as Fisk had said when Peter threatened him last time, Fisk was waiting for him to actually make a move.

Then everyone will see Spider-Man kill a prisoner in his cell, and the public will lose faith in superheroes. No one will know if that seemingly upright hero is secretly a vigilante or even an abuser of power. Fisk is waiting for a superhero to kill him; perhaps that's what will happen.

This is perhaps what Fisk wanted to see.

That said, there was something unexpected about yesterday's list: neither the supplier nor the buyer had the name of the hunter, Craven, which could not be found either by his real name or an alias, and there were even very few Russian clients.

Felicia raised an eyebrow, not entirely satisfied with the answer, and then added something seemingly casually.

"I hope he can find some evidence that isn't so easy to come by next time."

"Okay, right, you'll join our club by signing here."

After completing Cindy's onboarding process, Jessica looked at Peter and Felicia: "What are you two talking about over there?"

"Oh, it's nothing, just some news about Spider-Man."

"Hmm... Spider-Man..."

As the days went by, and with Spider-Man joining the Avengers, the clues they could gather became fewer and fewer, and Jessica was about to give up on Spider-Man's investigation.

It would be strange if the senior could find out; she always brings an insider to every meeting to analyze things. It was one before, and now it must be…

Hmm? Is it possible that among all the detective agency members I've met, including myself, only Jessica doesn't know that Peter Parker is Spider-Man? Everyone else, including Cindy who just joined, actually knows?

It's a bit heartbreaking.

"So, hey, where are Harry and Amadeus?"

Peter scratched his head apologetically: "They seem to have stayed up late last night, and they're very tired today, so they took the day off."

"He must be staying up all night playing games again. Young people these days are so addicted to these things."

The senior student kept rambling on, completely oblivious to the fact that she was only two years older than them. She seemed very unhappy about Harry and Amadeus's absence from the detective agency's activities.

Just as Peter was thinking about it, his senior took out a USB drive.

"They're going to miss out on the top-secret intelligence I finally managed to get today!"

Peter asked with some curiosity, "What top-secret intelligence?"

"About the Kravinoff Estate in the suburbs of New York!"

(End of this chapter)