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

Chapter 569 Spider-Woman
George Stacy drove to the funeral home. Although bizarre crimes have been rampant in New York since the birth of Iron Man, serious crimes have not increased much. The gangsters have increased their firepower, and the Joker in his tight suit is running around everywhere, but their purpose has not changed. They still rob money and steal things.

So after hearing the report of this heinous crime, he immediately went to the scene. According to the report from the police officers who arrived at the scene earlier, all the funeral home staff that night, including the person who reported the crime, had been murdered.

There was no other way. Inspector Stacy not only preferred to go on duty herself, but also had to consider the practical reasons. During the time when Doctor Octopus took over New York, about 60% of the officers in the entire NYPD chose to defect. Even after removing those who were coerced or had connections behind them, as many as 23% of the officers were still fired, which led to a severe shortage of police officers in New York.

Furthermore, the government also reduced the number of NYPD positions by 15%, in line with the Democratic Party's consistent policy.

"Fortunately, S.H.I.E.L.D. sent someone over. Where are our reinforcements?"

As Inspector Stacy, holding a cup of coffee, got out of the car, she asked her partner a question. The older black officer simply nodded to the side. Inspector Stacy looked over and saw a young female hero in a dark gray bodysuit standing by a trash can, retching as if she had just thrown up her breakfast.

"Young people these days..."

The police inspector shook his head helplessly as he walked into the funeral home: "You're making such a fuss over a murder scene—ugh!"

Upon witnessing the murder scene, Inspector Stacy nearly couldn't hold it in and immediately ran to the trash can to vomit. The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, who had already vomited most of it, weakly introduced herself: "Hello Inspector, I am Spider-Woman, an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. I have been assigned to assist the NYPD in investigating this murder case. We have already blocked the news, and there will be no media coverage of this case for the time being."

Sergeant Stacy, who had genuinely vomited up her breakfast, wiped her mouth with a napkin. After hearing the girl's self-introduction, she paused for a moment: "Spider-Woman? What's your relationship with Spider-Man?"

"Um, the names are similar?"

He didn't think anyone would choose a name that would be so easily associated with the popular Avengers. But he didn't have time to worry about Peter's affairs right now. After calming himself down, he pushed open the door of the funeral home.

Inside was the "masterpiece" of a murderer: some corpses were placed on the ground next to the incinerator, and these corpses all had the same characteristics. Their heads were missing, their upper body clothes were stuffed into the incinerator, and each person was disemboweled, with the word "rebirth" written on their internal organs.

"No matter who this guy is, he's definitely a psychopath, maybe even a mental patient."

Inspector Stacy frowned. How many years had it been since New York had seen such an explosive case? Wouldn't the media swarm in when they heard about it?

He saw the girl walk to the edge of the incinerator, look inside curiously, and then turn around and say something that made Inspector Stacy's worldview shatter: "The killer crawled out of the incinerator."

Inspector Stacy was held captive by those words for a full half minute.

"You mean... some guy who was shoved into the incinerator realized he was going to burn to death, so he chose to crawl out and kill everyone?" Sheriff Stacy initially thought it was outrageous, but considering the damn world they lived in, it didn't seem so far-fetched after all. Especially looking at those "newborns" on the ground who would explode if you looked at them any longer, he couldn't help but shake his head. However, this also explained why S.H.I.E.L.D. sent a superhuman.

Spider-Woman immediately found the funeral home records. The latest cremation record came from Rikers Island prison, showing that a death row inmate who had been executed by lethal injection was sent there for cremation. This inmate was highly likely to be the murderer, but the list was useless because the deceased's name was not listed.

"In theory, as long as we can find out which prisoners were executed yesterday, we can find the murderer."

Sheriff Stacy came over and saw the list, but Spider-Woman was faster and delivered the bad news: "S.H.I.E.L.D. has received information that no death row inmates were executed yesterday, or in fact, not in the last few weeks."

nothing?
Sheriff Stacy paused for a moment, then couldn't help but frown. If not, then that meant this wasn't a random incident where a murderer gained superpowers.
Or was it premeditated? Why?
Despite her physical discomfort, Spider-Woman returned to the body and carefully examined the wounds. The abdominal wound was smooth, as if it had been cut with a sharp blade, but the head wound was very... strange?

"It was as if something had ripped their heads off..."

Are there any creatures that grow by eating human brains? It seems like something similar is mentioned in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s database. Symbiotes? But aren't symbiotes afraid of high temperatures? How did they manage to crawl out of the incinerator?
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After leaving the funeral home, Cletus didn't rush to complete Knar's mission. Knar had asked him to kill Venom and Spider-Man, but Cletus didn't want to kill either of them right now.

It wasn't that he saw through Nar's resurrection plan, but simply that he felt that neither of them could defeat a hungry massacre, nor could he, and there was an even more crucial reason.

He is in love.

He felt a connection between Carnage and himself. Forty-eight hours after being injected with the symbiote, Carnage had distorted itself according to Cletus's life. The compatibility between the two was perfect. This unprecedented feeling gave him a sense of physical pleasure and excitement.

But here's the problem: massacres don't speak.

So he decided to let Slaughter grow up fully first, let it learn to speak, and he also needed to carefully investigate what his two targets were capable of, since his employer seemed to be all-powerful, but was trapped by these two people.

As Cletus walked down the street, lost in thought, he accidentally bumped into someone. The well-dressed man, looking at the penniless Cletus, angrily shouted, "Are you blind?!"

Cletus smiled, then punched the guy and ran. The man in the suit was genuinely enraged and, seeing Cletus's thin figure, gave chase.

A few minutes later, Cletus, now dressed in a clean suit, walked out of the alley with a satisfied smile.

(End of this chapter)