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

However, the local people are "simple and honest," so I guess gang members will come over soon.

As he expected, a few minutes later, a pickup truck with a clanging sound drove up.

The driver saw Peter standing by the roadside with his hat pulled low, probably wanting to observe him, and slowed down.

But soon the other party accelerated and honked the horn mockingly.

The pickup truck sped past Peter, and a fast food cup with the words "Fu Lai Chicken" printed on it flew out of the window.

The cup flew past him and landed in the ditch behind him.

The driver's maniacal laughter faded into the night as the car gradually disappeared.

Peter watched Pikachu disappear with a blank expression.

But soon the pickup truck's taillights came on.

With a sudden stop, the pickup truck came to a halt and then reversed onto the shoulder.

Two young men got out of the pickup truck and walked towards Peter with grinning faces.

One of them was a blond guy with a mop-like head, and the other was a short, fat guy with freckles all over his face.

"The car is nice, but it's a bit drafty. Aren't you worried about catching a cold from the draft?"

Peter frowned and looked at the two of them as he spoke.

"This is my dad's car."

The blonde woman spoke as she walked towards him.

The short, stout man walked up behind him.

The two men sandwiched him between them, one in front and one behind.

"I'd like to buy some 'lubricant,' but I need quite a lot. Do you have any?"

(Lubricant: dope, a common slang term for leaves)

Peter, recognizing the two men as thugs, cut to the chase and asked them directly.

"Wow, bro, I love the way you talk."

The blond man coughed, gave a wink to the short, stocky man behind Peter, and then asked Peter, "Did you bring any money?"

"of course."

Peter casually pulled out two stacks of US dollars from his pocket and waved them in front of the other person.

"Is this enough?"

Peter, being a high school student, naturally wouldn't have that much money.

Apart from the top and bottom bills, the two stacks of US dollars were sandwiched with paper in between.

Because of the darkness of the night, they were able to get away with it.

If it were daytime, it would probably be easily exposed.

The two thugs had no idea that Peter was using counterfeit money to cheat them; they thought they had found a fat sheep.

The blond man initially intended to rob Peter outright, but seeing the menacing look in Peter's eyes and the dangerous aura emanating from him, he quickly abandoned his plan.

Who knows if this guy is hiding a gun in his pocket?

He suddenly regretted that he should have brought his pistol with him when he went out.

That way, I can just grab it myself.

"You better not be playing us, or you'll be in big trouble."

After his expression shifted several times, he finally decided to take Peter to see his boss.

As for whether this guy is a policeman?

To be honest, he had never seen a police officer use this method to entrap law enforcement.

"Buzz!"

Peter sat in the back seat, the blond man drove, and the short, stocky man sat in the back.

Peter was still somewhat disappointed that the two thugs hadn't actually robbed him.

His original plan was to beat the thug half to death and then find out where he was from, but he didn't expect the other party to be able to hold back.

So, where are we headed?

Inside the pickup truck, Peter looked at the scenery flashing past the window and casually asked the two men a question.

"Hell's Kitchen, that's where we have more stock, enough for you to buy as much as you want."

The blonde replied to him.

"Which gang are you from? The Triads, or the Viper Gang?"

"No, we belong to the Hand Society. Don't confuse us with those Northerners from the Triads. Those old geezers were all beaten up by us."

Another handshake or meeting?

Peter frowned when he heard the name.

The group of people who tried to kidnap Gwen that we dealt with last time were from the Hands.

The two thugs in front of me are also members of the Hand and the Society.

It's quite a coincidence that I met my own hand.

After dealing with that group of burly men last night, Peter searched online for information about the "Hands and Reconciliations."

There isn't much information about the Hands and the Society online. They are a gang active in Midtown and Hell's Kitchen, and they have been prosecuted for illegal trading of Conch.

The information appears unremarkable and unremarkable.

Peter wanted to ask a couple more questions, but Pikachu had already made its way through the infamous "Hell's Kitchen".

"Squeak!"

Soon, the car stopped in front of a two-story building in a residential area.

The night wind howled, and the two people who got off the bus instinctively wrapped their clothes tighter.

"This awful weather!"

Cursing as they led Peter upstairs.

Since the blond man had already spoken to his boss beforehand, there was no need for further explanation; he simply led Peter into the room.

Pushing open the door, I entered the spacious hall, which was deathly silent.

The lights in the room were off, and darkness enveloped the entire space.

Inside the space, only the blond man's shouts and the howling of the night wind outside the window could be heard.

"Boss?"

As he shouted, the blond man scratched his head in confusion.

"Strange. Where is he? When I called him just now, the boss said he would wait for me here."

Peter, standing behind the two, frowned.

A strong smell of blood filled his nostrils.

Having experienced the "Alien Slaughter Research Base Incident," he naturally understood what it meant.

The predatory instincts hidden within his body awakened the blood within him.

In some ways, the Alien can be considered the Spider-Man of aliens.

In battle, it will silently approach the enemy and launch a surprise attack.

An irresistible force, so powerful that danger can even be judged by the flow and fluctuation of air.

Currently affected by the alien embryo inside his body, Peter's instincts as a killer hunter kicked in, and he instantly disappeared from the spot.

The blond man on the other side swallowed hard and exchanged a glance with the short, stocky man. Both of them saw unease in each other's eyes.

He turned around and found that Peter, who had been standing behind him, had disappeared.

Already feeling uneasy, he became even more flustered.

"Damn it! Where did that guy go?"

Not only was his boss gone, but the guy who used to follow him around was also gone.

Everything looks incredibly bizarre!

next second!

With a loud thud, he fell heavily to the ground.

It seemed something had tripped him up.

In his frantic state, he disregarded the pain in his body and immediately pulled out his phone, using the screen to illuminate the thing that had tripped him.

Chapter 7 Killing in the Dark: Action in Progress

The body was slightly overweight, wearing a gray suit, and lying face up on the ground.

Blood was gushing from his neck, and the shocking wound extended from his neck all the way to his chest.

Fresh blood flowed down the wound onto the ground and onto the clothes, congealing into a black, viscous substance.

The wound looked as if it had been torn apart by a wild animal; the muscle was turned inside out, revealing slightly yellowish fat and emitting a foul, bloody smell.

"Fake!"

Seeing the corpse lying on the ground, the blond man screamed and backed away.

He never imagined that his boss would die such a tragic death.

The short, stout man standing next to him quickly helped him up.

"what happened?"

"Damn it, get out of here! The boss is dead!"