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

Chapter 421 Departure, Venice!

"So our route is to go to Venice first, then take a boat from Venice to Athens, and then fly from Athens to Budapest."

While reading a book, Felicia complained helplessly, "What a terrible route! Can't we just skip Athens and go straight to Budapest?"

"There's nothing we can do; this is the route arranged by the school."

Jessica sat opposite Felicia, the two looking out at the scenery outside the train window. The school tour was finally halfway through its journey, and in that time, Spider-Man and his amazing friends had dealt with half of their enemies, completely defeating, or rather, eliminating, both Molten Man and Cyclone.

Jessica was looking at the scenery outside when she suddenly turned to Felicia and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"I'll take a quick look at the travel guide. I can't play on my phone or read in the car; it makes me feel nauseous."

Jessica nodded, then suddenly asked, "Do you really know Spider-Man?"

Felicia looked at Jessica with some surprise: "Why are you still concerned about this topic? I thought it was over."

"I'm asking you seriously. Based on my current reasoning, Spider-Man is most likely a student, and a student from our school, right in our tour group. Considering that he's a boy, as long as I can determine his height and build, I can basically figure out who he is."

Felicia paused for a moment, then asked with some curiosity, "How did you come to this conclusion?"

Jessica explained the entire reasoning process, from Spider-Man's activity timeline and height to the various enemy attacks, which basically made it clear. Hearing this, Felicia felt a headache coming on. She understood why Nick Fury had asked Spider-Man to wear a completely different costume, but explaining it now was pointless. Spider-Man's appearance in Europe was already news.

Of course, Spider-Man soon reappeared in New York, claiming he was on a mission in Europe—a perfect excuse. Felicia naturally used this reason to ask Jessica, who looked at Felicia with some curiosity.

"He's an Avenger, you know. Finding Iron Man to be his robot double would be a piece of cake for him. You don't really think I'm that freshman named Flash, do you?"

Jessica looked at Felicia speechlessly, then reminded her, "If you really know Spider-Man, tell him to be careful. It's not just me; a Daily Bugle intern named Mary Jane also noticed this. If we're not careful, Spider-Man's true identity will be exposed."

Felicia was a little annoyed, but she pretended to know no Spider-Man at all, and would find another opportunity to inform him later.

Jessica was observing Felicia, and she was basically certain of one thing: Felicia knew who Spider-Man was. The question now was how to get Felicia to reveal who Spider-Man was.

Or maybe I could find him myself, but do I really need to find Spider-Man? Wouldn't that cause him trouble...?

At this moment, Peter was looking at his phone alone. After Cyclone was defeated, the Elementals seemed to have vanished without a trace, never to be seen again. Of course, this wasn't entirely over. Nick Fury assured Peter that the Elementals would come looking for him. Peter didn't understand why the Elementals were so confident. Even with Cyclone and Molten Man dead, they still had the original Human Torch to fill the void. And the more troublesome part was that they now clearly knew they were no match for Spider-Man, and if they came, they couldn't be captured; they would simply be killed by the curse.

Do they really dare to come here and court death?

Peter also planned to contact Strange, but the latter was not available. Now he can only hope that Captain England can solve this troublesome problem.

“If the elementals still intend to attack me, then Venice is undoubtedly a very good place. There is plenty of water there, and the water elementals are practically immortal. As long as I don’t capture their spirits, they will be a threat.”

Peter also thought of a question: after so many battles between the Wild Chapter and the Elementals, did the Elementals, or rather, Hydra behind them, really have no countermeasures at all?
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“Perfect, Mr. Maurice Bench.” The Waterman is undergoing a modification, not to his spirit body, but to the water he controls. Arnim Zola has specifically created a unique type of water for him, capable of countering the Wild Chapter's vibration weapons.

The water elemental asked Zola, puzzled, "That's it? Is this water really that magical?"

"If you don't believe me, you can try it out."

"...That's not what I'm worried about." Water Man shook his head, voicing the problem he felt: "But this is too little. You know, if I'm going to fight Spider-Man, there's a very high chance I'll summon a giant water giant. How can this little bit of water be enough then..."

Anim Zola sighed helplessly; he couldn't communicate with an illiterate person.

“Mr. Morris, do you know that if a glass of water is poured into the ocean, given enough time, no matter where you scoop it up from, it will contain the atoms of that water? And you can accelerate this process, quickly and evenly distributing each one into the body of water you control.”

The water spirit nodded as if it understood, then looked at itself and sighed. The physical defenses were in place, but what about the spiritual defenses? Spider-Man, after all, could use magic.

"Madame Viper will prepare mind-control spells for you. Spider-Man won't notice at least once or twice. Of course, there might be some problems if it happens more often, but I believe you can completely deal with Spider-Man on your own, right?"

Right, is that right?

The water man gave a dry laugh, then shook his head helplessly. He thought these people were crazy. He had originally come for the money, but now it seemed that no matter how much money they gave him, he wouldn't be alive to spend it.

No, I have to find a way to escape, I have to find a way to save myself, even if it means being a prisoner of S.H.I.E.L.D., it's better than being here.

He glanced at his old friend Sandman, who was undergoing reformation on the other side, and felt that if he planned to escape, it would be safer to bring his old friend along.

(End of this chapter)