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

Although the black cat's intention was to help itself, it probably had more of a negative effect.

the other side.

Helen said to Peter with some surprise, "I didn't know you had a girlfriend, Parker."

“I’m not his girlfriend, this is just—the cat’s way of repaying kindness.”

The black cat flashed its sharp claws at Helen, then turned to Peter in surprise and asked, "Wait, your name is Parker?"

Peter: "."

With a "whoosh," he shot a spider silk at Helen, that stupid woman.

The black aura surrounding Helen's body blocked Peter's spider silk attack.

She then swung the vines at him.

The air whistled sharply as Peter dodged the attack of the vines and pushed the black cat away at the same time.

The ground cracked from being struck by the vines.

Raindrops splashed in all directions.

The black cat, pushed aside, slammed against the wall. When she looked up at Peter, she found him already fighting with the woman.

"I should have known that things wouldn't be that simple."

Shaking its head, the black cat fired its grappling hook, pulling itself toward Helen.

With a "bang," her movements were blocked by the vines.

The black cat kicked hard at him, and using the recoil, it jumped to Peter's side and said, "Hey, the police are here. Maybe you should move your fight to another location."

Peter dodged Helen's attack and turned to the black cat, saying, "You should talk to her."

Just as he was about to throw the woman off the battlefield, the black cat suddenly showed him what it was holding.

"There's no need to talk anymore; perhaps running away is the best option."

As she spoke, she threw several grenade-like objects at Helen.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The bombs exploded, sending electric shocks in all directions.

Using the conductivity of the raindrops, this even more powerful current surged towards Helen.

At the same time, the black cat grabbed Peter's arm and jumped in the opposite direction.

"Let her taste what EMP is like, but you have to go. I can tell you're just putting on a brave face."

The black cat fired its grappling hook, grabbed Peter's arm, and leaped toward another building.

Peter initially wanted to stop the black cat, but seeing the police car heading this way, he eventually gave up and retreated with the black cat.

Helen had no intention of continuing the fight, so she did not pursue them.

With a complicated expression, she watched Peter's retreating figure, listening to the approaching siren, and took a step back, preparing to leave.

Suddenly!

Suddenly, his gaze fell upon the "vomit" that Peter had just vomited.

Suddenly, a plant sprouted from the pitch-black, viscous substance.

The dark brown, eerie-looking plant, resembling a violet, is like a demonic flower blooming in the darkest hell.

Hesitating, she walked over to the plant.

What exactly is the parasite inside Parker's body?

Why would a plant with a familiar scent be created?

Is this what was born under the catalysis of his body's hormones?

She bent down, picked the violet-shaped plant, and placed it in front of her.

The next second, the plant withered rapidly before her shocked eyes.

Extremely tiny and inconspicuous spores invaded her body in the instant she was shocked.

Chapter 80 The Black Cat and Genesis

Raindrops fell on it, reflecting the lights of the distant city.

"You're not dead yet, are you, little spider?"

The black cat looked at Peter, who was leaning against the fence, and asked him.

The two were on the 25th floor, where the temperature dropped even faster in the rainy night, making even the black cat feel cold.

"I won't die yet."

Peter replied calmly.

At this moment, his body was no longer in pain as before; instead, he was being attacked by a feeling of weakness.

I felt completely weak, and I didn't even have the strength to move.

This even made him wonder if the alien embryo inside him had reproduced something that caused his weakness and powerlessness.

Peter sat on the ground, leaning against the railing, and looked up at the black cat, asking, "Why are you here?"

“I’ve been investigating Kingpin. He has dealings with the Hand, and those elusive ninjas, those Hand assassins, have been seen in this area before, so…”

She removed her blindfold, stretched, and said, "I often monitor this place, and I witnessed your battle with that woman."

She said your name is Parker.

The black cat turned around and looked at Peter's face, which was covered by an exoskeleton.

"So you really are Mr. Parker?"

She suddenly realized that her adventure today had been quite fruitful.

Peter exhaled and did not answer the black cat.

He was so exhausted that he didn't even want to talk anymore; he just waited for his body to return to normal.

Seeing that Peter had stopped talking, the black cat took the initiative to ask, "Okay, let's change the subject. Who is that woman who looks intimidating? You two seem to know each other quite well."

"No comment."

Peter refused outright.

"Shouldn't we be considered temporary partners, Spider-Man?"

The black cat approached, its emerald green eyes close to Peter's white eyelids. "At least I helped you get out of trouble just now."

If it weren't for the fact that Peter's mask was impossible to access, she would have really wanted to tear it off and see his face.

"Not counting."

Peter shook his head. "That woman from earlier also wanted to be my partner, and you saw how it turned out."

When the black cat heard Peter say that, it stretched out its finger and gently stroked Peter's face.

With a "snap," Peter grabbed her wrist.

"Look, little spider, this is the difference between her and me. You might trust me more, and you won't be afraid of my fingers piercing your skin."

The black cat's eyes became alluring, and it said in French, "Or, you don't mind if I steal something."

Peter grabbed the black cat's wrist. "Sorry, I don't understand French. Are you treating this place as your stage?"

He knew the woman's name was Felicia Hardy.

Her real identity is a singer who is somewhat famous in New York.

“My stage is quite large, it’s the whole city, not just here.”

The black cat withdrew its arm and asked Peter, "Did you investigate me?"

"unnecessary."

Peter shook his head. "Your name appears frequently on internet search engines."

"That's really an honor."

The black cat turned around and looked at the city in the distance.

A crow stood on the metal railing to her left.

The silhouette of the crow and the metal pole beside it form a cross.

If it's not visible in the darkness, it can be mistaken for a Jesus cross.

She then turned her gaze to Peter, who was leaning against the "cross" with his right hand on his knee, and suddenly felt a little dazed.

This inexplicably reminded her of the famous painting, The Creation of Adam.

Shaking her head, she banished the strange association from her mind and said to Peter:

"Now that you know my true identity, aren't you interested in why I play the role of a street hero?"

"not interested."

Peter replied directly, "Whether it's revenge or being driven by some kind of responsibility, it's none of my business, and I wouldn't be surprised if you were a believer."

"You're really too cold-hearted, little spider."

The black cat's voice held a languid sexiness as she pointed to the "cross" made of crows and metal, and said to Peter:

“I am not a believer, but my father believed in something, such as the cross. He believed that the horizontal line represented humanity, the world at present, a world filled with material things, flesh and filth, mud, blood, stone and bone.”

"The vertical line represents the sacred line of God, which is dominant. It is perpendicular to the human world and is the axis between the afterlife and the unknown world."

Peter frowned and asked her, "Is your whole family charlatans?"

The black cat shook its head. "Of course not."

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand your profound metaphors. I only know that pastors often talk nonsense to believers, such as ‘the cross is a crossroads’.”

The black cat's fingers lightly traced the railing. "Hmm, perhaps the priests are right."

She suddenly remembered why she had become a black cat.