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

Peter listened to Matt's introduction of Helen with a somewhat serious expression.

Matt continued to Peter, "As for her abilities, I think you've seen them. She can control people's minds. As long as you get close to her, you'll be influenced by her. Perhaps her hormones are too high. My employer's (Kingpin's) merchandise was made based on her abilities, but the side effects were too severe."

Peter was silent for a moment, then asked, "What is her position in the Hand?"

"I'm just a lawyer who solves people's problems, and I'm blind too. Do you think I'm some kind of all-knowing god?"

Matt showed Peter his hands, "and my hands are handcuffed."

Peter wasn't buying it and said to him, "Perhaps I can go and tell Kingpin that it was his most trusted subordinate who betrayed him, so answer my questions honestly."

"Okay, I give up. All I know is that she's a high-ranking member of the Hand, or at least has a natural status."

Matt leaned forward slightly and said, "Perhaps it's because what's inside her is the real 'beast'."

As he spoke, a cold glint flashed in his sunglasses. "That thing is always chasing evil."

"And you should be even more careful, because..."

Matt lowered his voice and said to Peter, "Demons always like to live among demons, and they like to attract each other."

Peter didn't speak. He stared into Matt's eyes and slowly shook his head. "I don't think so. After all, Murdoch, you're the bastard who's called the devil."

But Matt didn't hang up immediately. Instead, he reminded Peter, "One last thing: they're immortal. If I were you, I'd stay away from those things."

"Thank you for your advice."

Peter paused for a moment, then said to Matt, "For the sake of what you said, I will temporarily refrain from mailing evidence of your crimes to the judges."

Matt: "."

Nighttime, at the Parker's house.

After Peter returned from Matt's place, he went to the hospital.

The result was that the embryo inside the body did not change much.

The only possible change is that the embryo has become smaller.

Moreover, he could also feel that his body was always tired.

Based on Dr. Ryan's words, he speculated that the alien embryo might have released black substance, completed its reproduction, and entered a period of weakness.

Sitting at his desk, he twirled the glass bottle in his hand.

The spider inside the glass bottle is cautiously watching the wasp on the other side.

Wasps can transform spiders into zombies to be used by them.

In Peter's view, the wasp, taking advantage of the spider's inattention, jumped to the tarantula's side and suddenly thrust its stinger in.

Female wasps will use their stingers to temporarily paralyze spiders.

Once paralyzed, the wasp will deposit an egg on the spider's abdomen.

When the spider returns to normal, it is unaware that the eggs are attached together. Once the eggs hatch, the developing larvae will attach to the spider.

When wasp larvae are preparing to transition into adults, they produce chemicals that affect the spider's nervous system.

Therefore, the zombie spider changed the way it weaves its web.

The improved net is more durable and can serve as a safe platform for larvae to develop in the cocoon.

Peter put down the bio-bottle and fell into deep thought.

Although it seems that the alien embryo and I are now in a symbiotic relationship and I am more powerful, how can I be sure that I am not that zombie spider?

He thought of the black, viscous substance he had vomited.

I went back to look for it that night, but found nothing on the rooftop; it was as if the thing had vanished into thin air.

If it were the reproduction of an alien embryo, it wouldn't have disappeared so easily.

Perhaps Helen, who was present at the scene, knew...

But he quickly shook his head; the two sides were now enemies.

Peter pulled his thoughts away from the chaos in his mind and looked out into the dark night.

There wasn't a single cloud in the night sky, and the humid air was filled with moisture.

With a slight thought, Peter's entire body was covered in a black exoskeleton.

He jumped out of the window and went straight into the street.

The pitch-black night, devoid of any light, made his half-alien body feel quite comfortable.

Perhaps it was his natural adaptation to darkness that made him addicted to wandering the city alone in the middle of the night.

Chapter 86 Vampires Aren't Handsome at All

The bar sign, shaped like a beer bottle, gleamed in the night.

Like a fluorescent insect-attracting lamp, it lures the "flying butterflies," or rather, the drinkers, who rush towards it without hesitation.

There weren't many people in the bar at the time. A few trendy young people were playing cards at a table with a beer can next to them.

The bar's jukebox was playing the latest trendy song: "We're in the garden of heaven, baby, everything is perfectly fine."

"Squeak!"

The bar door was pushed open, and a beautiful figure entered the bar.

The woman, with her tall figure and captivating aura, immediately drew everyone's attention upon entering.

Women who exude a deadly aura always attract thrill-seekers.

"A glass of whiskey."

The woman, dressed in a black trench coat, casually told the bartender, "Ice."

"We'll be closing in fifteen minutes, miss."

The bartender glanced at the woman and refused her.

"If I only have fifteen minutes, I believe I have enough time. Get me a glass of spirits; if you don't want to, I can pour it myself."

The woman said calmly.

The bartender stared at the woman for a few seconds, then shrugged. "Fine, whatever."

The woman poured a glass of whiskey and added ice to it.

She then picked up her glass and stared at the melting ice cubes inside the whiskey.

"Bourbon whiskey, from Tennessee. If you're not satisfied, I can get you a glass made not in oak barrels, but in old paint barrels. It'll definitely be stronger than the one you have."

The bartender said to the woman, "That strong smell could knock out a donkey."

"No, that's not necessary. Keeping quiet is probably the best option for you."

The woman spoke in a cold tone.

The woman with a unique aura who entered the bar was Helen, the woman Peter had his eye on.

Ever since her battle with Peter, she had felt something was wrong with her body.

Staring at the slightly impurities in her whiskey, Helen clutched her chest, a wave of nausea washing over her.

In the wine glass, behind the floating bubbles, she seemed to see something else.

It was a pitch-black shadow with no discernible outline, constantly shifting within it.

Am I pregnant?!

Helen downed the whiskey in one gulp, and a bizarre thought popped into her head.

But how could that be?!

Although her life spanned a long period of time, she remained alone.

From the time she awakened her supernatural abilities as a child, to the time a demon took over her body.

She had nothing to do with being pregnant.

Because a demon was already gestating within her body.

After being adopted by members of the Hand, he was taught how to unleash his physical power to become a better killing machine.

But they never told themselves that another species would be born inside them.

She could feel that it was another heartbeat, independent of the demon within her.

Peter Parker, how did this guy do it?

She thought back to that black violet flower.

Was it around that time?

She reached out her hand, and with her unwavering faith, a purple flower bloomed from her palm.

At the same time, the plant on her left side withered instantly.

After tasting the spicy whiskey, she felt a faint numbness in her body.

My thinking seems less sharp; it's become sluggish.

"Miss, are you planning to drink the whole glass, or would you like to warm it up first?"

Suddenly, a voice came from the side of her body.

A trendy-dressed guy was smiling at her.

The other person had a youthful, baby-faced appearance, and their jet-black hair looked like it hadn't been washed for days; it was oily, shiny, and very messy, piled on top of their head like a tent made of crow's wings.

However, the other person's eyes were bright and piercing, their smile was exceptionally radiant, and their skin was so white that it was unlike the skin color of a normal human.

"I'm not really interested in things with dirty blood."

Helen spoke frankly without any attempt to hide anything.

"what?!"

The man looked at her in surprise, wondering why she said that.

Helen lazily tore off the wet label from the bottle and said: