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Chapter 177 Harry's Lucky Day?
The captain issued the top directive to fight Hydra: each Avenger must find their own connections, build teams and forces to infiltrate every corner of the country, investigate which industries are related to Hydra, and after today's meeting, they must not share their investigation results with each other to avoid the complete annihilation of related investigations if Hydra discovers them.

As for the other matter, both Tony and Captain America agreed. On one hand, Captain America, having awakened from World War II, harbored no ill will towards the Russians, and was even quite friendly; after all, they were comrades when he was lying in the ice. On the other hand, Tony didn't mind letting the Russians annoy the US government, so the Avengers' invitation had already been sent out, and now they were just waiting for Kraven to accept.

So Peter was free for the time being.

If we're talking about finding someone to investigate Hydra, then Peter really doesn't have much to do. It's not that he can't find people; for example, the Defenders, Felicia, or even Osborn Technologies, which itself contracted part of the Super Soldier program, would all be good places to investigate.

However, there was basically nothing he needed to investigate proactively. Aside from Osborn Technologies, anyone else who collected anything potentially related to Hydra would definitely come to him. As for Osborn Technologies, although he didn't know why, Norman Osborn seemed to trust him quite a bit, and he had the highest authority within Osborn Technologies. But just like the incident at the US military base, Hydra was probably still extremely well-hidden; most likely, apart from a few researchers, even Osborn himself didn't know Hydra existed.

However, it's already Saturday, and Peter remarked that October wasn't as busy as September, and he felt much more relaxed.

However, not having to go to school didn't mean he didn't have to do anything. Harry pulled him out of his demanding Spider-Man duties for a very simple reason: tonight's dinner at Liz's house. After hearing the news yesterday, he was so excited that he immediately asked Peter if he needed to prepare anything.

What do you think of the suit I wore to the homecoming prom?

"You mean that green suit? Dress normally, buddy."

Based on the above conversation, Peter had to go shopping for clothes with Harry again. As always, at the clothing store, Harry tried on several suits in one go, including purple, red, and yellow ones.

I'm not planning on choosing a black or white suit, but even a blue one would be acceptable. What kind of taste is this...?

"Did you...did you find out anything about her family? You need to make a good impression on them."

Harry looked puzzled. "Liz thinks my green suit is really nice?"

"...What about her parents? Have you found out their preferences?"

Under Peter's speechless gaze, Harry finally showed a look of sudden realization, and then explained his needs to Peter: "Liz's mother passed away a long time ago, and her father raised her and took good care of her."

Unlike Norman Osborn, who, after his wife's death, was only indifferent and critical of Harry, seemingly not recognizing any merit in his son.

Peter, understanding Harry's implication, nodded: "Have you heard her describe her father's personality?"

“A person who pays great attention to details will often focus on the details of their daughter’s daily life and worry about whether she has any troubles. Sometimes Liz will complain that she is overprotected.”

"So you have to put her father at ease, at least you have to prove that you are a reliable person, preferably an honest one."

Peter looked helplessly at Harry's pink suit, genuinely puzzled by its existence: "Do you think wearing something like this will make Liz's father feel at ease with you?"

"Hmm...no?" "You're even using a question, man."

Peter sighed helplessly, while Harry obediently chose a very proper-looking suit, the downside of which was that he looked like a salesman.

After fussing around for quite a while, the two finally picked out their clothes. Harry left the clothing store, satisfied yet nervous, and then looked at Peter: "Since it's still early, how about we send the Spider Team out?"

“There’s no crime every day, Harry.”

As a result, Ha looked Peter up and down with an incredulous expression.

"Which parallel universe are you from? This is New York."

"Isn't there a universe where New York City could exist without a single crime for a single day?"

"Then this place might still be called New Amsterdam."

As the two talked, they arrived at the secret base, where Dr. Jonathan was still raising his mutated spiders. It was hard to call it research; Dr. Jonathan simply used tweezers to pick up other insects and throw them onto the spider web.

"Oh, hey, Peter, Harry. You've arrived?"

"Good morning, Dr. Jonathan. How are the spiders?"

Peter casually asked, and Dr. Jonathan removed his goggles in response: "It looks very good, Peter. The genetically modified spider that bit you and Silk, neither the method of biting and injecting venom nor the spider's programmed genes met the standards required for human experimentation. Theoretically, that spider is far too terrifying for the human genome; most people would die directly from the collapse of their genetic sequence, or at best, suffer severe mutations. You and Agent Silk are exceptional, lucky cases."

Essentially, the spider's power is a choice made by the spider totem; Peter and Dr. Jonathan actually discussed this. However, Dr. Jonathan, a staunch scientist, resolutely rejected this conclusion, which science could not explain at all.

As for where Lady Spider's spider abilities come from, Dr. Jonathan's science cannot explain that either.

"so……"

"The spiders I'm breeding are different from the previous generation. Their modified genomes are more compatible with the human genome, and I'll use their toxins to make serum and use Vita Rays to promote gene fusion. It will be much safer and more efficient—although I have absolutely no clue how it's going to work right now."

At this point, Dr. Jonathan finally understood what had happened: "Oh, sorry, I'm making room for you. Spider-Man is about to be deployed, right?"

(End of this chapter)