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

Before he could answer, Peter walked to the glass cabinet in his office.

With shards of glass under his feet, he took a document from the overturned cabinet and began to read the text on it.

“Since you have close ties with the Hand, tell me everything you know, especially information about the ‘Beast’.”

Matt looked somewhat surprised when Peter mentioned "beast".

"You...you know these things?"

He hadn't expected that this guy, who made him feel incredibly dangerous, would know about the Hand's "Beasts".

Peter casually placed the file on the cabinet and asked him, "What? You're unwilling to betray your master? I can end your life at any time, no matter where you hide. Is so-called loyalty more important than your own life?"

"No! You misunderstand. Actually, my loyalty isn't always consistent, it's just..."

He said to Peter with difficulty breathing, “What you get from me will open a Pandora’s box. It’s neither good nor bad, but it’s destined to be a source.”

Chapter 62 I just want to get a little closer now.

In the forest hill, Peter was reviewing the documents Matt had given him in his room.

A thick stack of documents, all containing information about the Hand and the Kingpin mob, and some of the documents were about the Hand's research on "Beasts".

This includes criminal records and financial information of these gangs. If this information is released, the owner of Hell's Kitchen will probably have to go to jail for a while.

As the instigator who leaked everything, Matt Murdoch will surely be torn to pieces by these gangsters.

He thought this so-called Night Demon must be the kind of cunning, treacherous, and stubbornly resistant fellow.

I never expected him to be so single.

No.

Peter stood up and looked out the window.

This guy is called a "demon," and even if I kill him, he won't be that afraid.

Demons are best at stirring up conflict.

He told himself everything and promised to inform him immediately of any news in the future.

The purpose is probably to incite more conflict.

but

He sat back down in his chair and picked up Matt's red business card.

Besides hunting prey, the alien's greatest strength lies in tracking.

Unless this guy dies, he will never be able to escape his hunting range for the rest of his life.

"Om~"

He was deep in thought when his phone suddenly rang.

"Gwen?"

"Hi Peter, I'm at the hospital, can you come over?"

Gwen sounded cheerful. "My dad woke up, and the doctor said he's fine now."

"That's good."

"that."

Gwen hesitated for a moment on the other end of the phone, then said to Peter, "My dad wants to see you and talk to you. You don't mind, do you?"

"will not."

Presbyterian Hospital.

Peter stood in the hospital room and replied to George Stacy, who was lying in bed, "I don't care."

"I'm sorry, what I said before was very harsh."

George remembered what he had said to Peter before, “You’re a good boy, I’ve always known that, Peter.”

“That’s not the real you, Sheriff Stacy.”

Peter shook his head, indicating that he didn't care.

“Gwen is right, I lost my mind at that time.”

George Stacy sighed. "That thing made me stop being myself, and it hurt you and Gwen."

His expression was full of frustration.

"actually."

Peter glanced at the blinds outside the window and said, "Sheriff Stacy, you don't need to apologize. I didn't mean what I said either."

George was taken aback, and his expression became somewhat unnatural.

What that bastard said to me that day was definitely what he truly felt.

He had lost his mind, but that day he was calmer than anyone else.

They said things like, "They crammed all that police mentality into Gwen's head," "If Gwen doesn't know what's wrong, she'll never know what's right," and "They're domineering parents."

He's even deliberately reminding himself of it now!

He never imagined that Peter, whom he had always thought was honest, had such a cunning side.

"Cough cough."

George coughed and changed the subject, saying, "Your Uncle Ben and I are good friends. I heard he came to visit me before. Please thank him for me. I'll thank him again when I get out."

"I will."

Peter nodded and asked him, "Does Sheriff Stacy know who made you like this?"

He suspected that the bastard did it.

“There was a man who called himself a messenger of justice. I saw him outside the hospital just now. He asked me to give you a document.”

Peter handed the sheriff a portion of the documents Matt had given him.

George took the document and began to look through it with a puzzled expression.

"This is.!"

His face was filled with shock.

These documents are all evidence of Matt Murdoch's crimes.

If true, this guy could definitely spend his entire life in jail.

Even if the other party is a lawyer who is well-versed in the law, he will be severely injured even if he doesn't die.

After handing the documents to George Stacy and watching her carefully peruse them, Peter left the ward.

These documents are only a portion of what Matt gave him.

The reason for handing it over to George, besides verifying its authenticity, was to let Matt Murdoch enjoy some comfort in prison first.

He liked to while away the time like this when dealing with the "demon".

In the hospital corridor.

Gwen approached with a somewhat strange expression. "Peter, my...my father hasn't said anything offensive, has he?"

Seeing Gwen's hesitant expression, Peter didn't expose her for eavesdropping outside.

He discovered that Gwen liked to eavesdrop on his conversations with her father.

A girl developing into an eavesdropper is not a good ending.

"No."

Peter shook his head and said to Gwen, "Sheriff Stacy apologized to me."

"That's good."

Gwen let out a breath and hesitated before saying to Peter, "Peter, do you think I look a bit like Dad?"

She was somewhat bothered by what Peter had just said.

"Actually, I'm not that interested in becoming a police officer, and sometimes I don't even know the difference between right and wrong."

My father taught me some things, but weren't all of those things correct?

Why did Peter say that if he doesn't know what is wrong, he will never know what is right?

With a sigh of dejection, Gwen said somewhat dejectedly, "Sometimes, I think sticking to what's right is a very simple decision. I don't need to encourage myself with all the wonderful possibilities of the future. I don't picture children swinging on swings, puppies playing in the yard, or the shimmering waves on a golden pond."

“I just naturally thought that way. I always thought that when you become a hero, you would naturally know how to do the right thing, but it seems that’s not the case.”

She recalled what had happened last night.

If it weren't for Spider-Man's help, he might have truly failed completely.

Not only could he not save his father, he might not even be able to save himself.

It seems I still have a long way to go before I can become a true superhero.

Seeing Gwen's somewhat distressed expression, Peter remained silent for a moment.

He walked up to Gwen, looked her straight in the eye, and said, "If you believe you're right, then stick to it. Don't doubt yourself, Gwen."

"Sometimes, knowing what is right and what is wrong is more troublesome; simply choosing a certain direction and going straight ahead is the simplest."

Gwen stared into Peter's eyes, slightly taken aback.

She felt that Peter seemed gentler now than before.

Nodding, Gwen couldn't resist moving closer.

Hugs or more intimate conversations are fine; I just want to get closer to Peter right now.

Suddenly.

A deep, muffled sound from afar caused her to stop thinking and moving.

Chapter 63 Saving the world? I just want a soda!