I'm not Spider-Man, even though I'm parasitized by an alien!

He is generally generous in offering his help to the elderly, the infirm, and the disabled who need assistance.

The reason I traveled through time was to help an elderly woman who was faking an accident to cross the street.

Although neither of them ended up well, that doesn't mean they didn't do some good deeds.

"No, I just want to get to know Mr. Parker."

Matt had investigated and knew that Peter was Gwen Stacy's friend.

Coupled with the power the other party displayed and the aura that made him wary, he developed a strong curiosity about Peter.

“I’m a lawyer, and I heard about your heroic act at the hospital. If you need help, maybe I can help you.”

Matt pulled a business card from his pocket and handed it to Peter.

He then extended his other hand to Peter, wanting to shake hands with him.

Peter gave him a deep look and shook his hand.

"Why are you trembling, Mr. Matt?"

Peter held his hand and asked.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Matt's forehead, and his arms trembled slightly.

"Perhaps you need to see a doctor. I know some good doctors who might be able to help you."

After speaking casually, Peter didn't ask any further questions, let go of her hand, and walked directly into the police station.

Standing at the entrance of the police station, Matt slowly raised his hand, which Peter had gripped so tightly it was somewhat deformed, and hissed as he did so.

"Damn it!"

Flicking his hand, Matt cursed, "That bastard almost broke my bones."

He took a few deep breaths to suppress the pain, then turned to his men and asked, "Dan Stein is dead, isn't he?"

"Yes, he died yesterday."

Dan, who is undergoing an autopsy by Strange, was once a member of the mob that employed him.

As for why he was concerned about the cause of death, it was because Jason, whom he was interrogating today, had given some of the goods to Dan.

These goods are not ordinary drugs or other prohibited substances.

Matt pulled a clear glass bottle, about the size of a perfume bottle, from his pocket, with pink smoke drifting inside.

"This is the boss's stuff; it can turn a person into another person and completely unleash their inner desires."

He shook his head and casually put the glass bottle into his pocket.

"Tempting people's desires? Isn't that also a devilish thing?"

Inside the police station, Peter hadn't even exchanged a few words with the Black police officer.

George Stacy walked toward him.

“Peter, let’s talk first.”

Peter noticed something was off about the director's face and slowly nodded.

The director, who was somewhat different from usual, said to Peter with a stern face, "Kid, I don't know how many secrets you're hiding. The only thing you can do now is leave Gwen."

Peter frowned as he watched George pace back and forth, seemingly in a state of mania, and shook his head. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"No! You know better than anyone what I'm talking about, Peter. The tragedy at Midtown High School's football field is inextricably linked to you!"

George walked up, grabbed Peter by the collar, pulled him up, and roared at him:

"You thought you could get away with what you did without anyone noticing? I covered everything up for you. You hid behind the scenes and pushed Gwen out, making everyone believe that Gwen killed Frank!"

"If Gwen gets hurt, I will kill you!"

He had barely finished speaking when the door was suddenly pushed open, and the assistant stood there stunned at the doorway, staring at everything in front of him.

Seeing the bureau chief's murderous expression, the assistant swallowed hard. "Excuse me, sir, I wanted to ask..."

Before he could finish speaking, George grabbed the cup in his hand and threw it at him.

"Get out!"

The assistant, who narrowly escaped being hit, scrambled to get out of the director's office.

He couldn't understand why the usually gentle and refined bureau chief seemed like a completely different person.

“This isn’t you, Sheriff. You look like you’ve gone mad, and you’re talking nonsense.”

Even with his clothes being grabbed, Peter remained unusually calm.

George Stacy in front of me seemed to have been poisoned; her condition was clearly abnormal.

The police chief on a normal day wouldn't look like this, like a manic lunatic.

"This is me! The utterly real me!"

George's eyes were bloodshot, as if he wanted to devour Peter.

"Is that so? Even if it's the real you, Sheriff, you're wrong."

Peter said calmly, "Gwen has her own ideas, and you can't control her. Besides, you think I put her in danger? No, you're wrong. You're the biggest culprit!"

George stared at him in shock. "What did you say?!"

“When Gwen was eight years old, you were teaching her how to hide her tracks and how to subdue those thugs.”

Peter casually waved his hand, and George's hand, which was gripping his, was easily brushed away.

"It was you who instilled those words of responsibility and protection into her mind. It was you who told her for a long time that protecting this city is everyone's duty. If what you have been teaching her has been wrong for a long time, then Gwen may never know what is right."

Peter's words stunned George.

Shame and shock filled his mind.

But anger quickly welled up inside him. How dare this bastard talk to him like that?!

With bloodshot eyes, he suddenly stood up, grabbed a pistol from the table, and pointed it at Peter.

the other side.

Gwen was completely unaware of the conflict between her father and Peter.

She was making a spider silk shooter at home.

By creating some viscous solution and adding the white, spiderweb-like substance that I shot onto the wall last time, the solution in the spiderweb launcher is generated.

Gwen tried for a long time but found that she couldn't shoot webs like Spider-Man.

At most, her wrists can shoot out a sticky, viscous substance; they don't possess Spider-Man's ability to shoot webs.

Therefore, only by making their own web shooters can they possibly swing around like Spider-Man.

After putting down her phone and taking off her glasses, Gwen changed into a hoodie and rushed to the police station.

Peter was taken to the police station, which made her very worried.

"Thum! Thug! Thumb!"

After running a few steps, her figure reappeared in the room.

With a "snap," she took the web-shooter away.

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Chapter 53 My Father Won't Be This Disappointing

George Stacy suddenly sprang to attention and pointed her pistol at Peter.

"You never know what I'm capable of doing for Gwen!"

His eyes were bloodshot and he was trembling, as if his body was enduring some kind of pain.

"Sheriff, you look sick."

Peter sensed an ominous aura emanating from him.

At New York-Presbyterian Hospital, the man in the trench coat who attempted to assassinate Strange felt a similar aura emanating from him.

George Stacy, whose sanity had been shattered, looked very similar to the trench coat man from that era.

No, I am not sick.

George angrily pushed all the documents on the table to the ground.

With a clattering sound, the documents were scattered everywhere.

“If you weren’t sick, Sheriff, you should know what you’re doing.”

Peter wasn't afraid at all, even with a gun pointed at him.

After his transformation, weapons like handguns cannot harm him.

And the opponent couldn't even hit him.

Poisoning, or mental control?

Peter stared calmly at the police chief, who was holding a pistol, and fell into deep thought, pondering what had caused the other man to act this way.

“I know what I’m doing. Killing you will solve all the problems, keep Gwen out of danger, and then all the trouble will be over.”

George Stacy seemed to be in great pain, clutching her chest and gasping for breath, as if her breathing was becoming increasingly difficult.

"It seems we can't reach an agreement."

Peter shook his head and took a step forward.

Then, to George's astonishment, Peter reached out towards the office door.

With a loud bang, before he could even react, the office door was flung open.

The loud noise startled all the police officers nearby, and countless eyes turned to see George Stacy in the office pointing a gun at Peter.

Everyone was stunned!

"George!"