Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

To avoid being unable to make a choice when the symbiote arrives on Earth and the two green wars collide.

Peter felt it was necessary to first ascertain the specific moves of the Life Foundation.

Ideally, we should be able to keep track of the Drake rocket's return to Earth and the timing of its return.

And this... requires Peter to hack into the Life Foundation's internal network for monitoring.

With this thought in mind, Peter immediately went home after parting ways with Gwen and tried it out.

The result was a little embarrassing.

The Life Foundation's cybersecurity department has experts; he had only hacked in for less than half an hour when they discovered him and blocked his access.

While it's true that if Peter were given some time to quickly brush up on his cybersecurity knowledge, he could definitely break through the other party's firewall again.

But doing so would be somewhat "not cost-effective" for Peter.

Rather than teaching himself hacking skills, Peter would prefer to recruit a genius hacker to work for him.

Are you right?

Ms. Skye, the future senior agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.?

For Peter now, finding someone is not a difficult task.

Leaving aside the underhanded methods, there are two main avenues for finding people in the public eye: S.H.I.E.L.D. and the New York City police registry system.

To avoid my father-in-law asking me all sorts of questions just because he heard Skye's name was a woman's name.

Peter then chose to contact S.H.I.E.L.D.

Peter pulled out his long-unused secure cell phone and made a direct call to Natasha Romanoff, the "Black Widow".

The call was answered almost instantly.

"Peter? That's rare. You actually remember me?"

Natasha's voice remained languid and sexy, giving the impression that she was flirting with you.

"What? Are there any empty-nest old ladies who need my care?" Peter joked with Natasha in a relaxed tone.

Upon hearing Peter refer to her as an "empty-nest old lady," Natasha's tone unconsciously softened with annoyance:

"Don't go too far! I'm only seven years older than you!"

"Only seven years old, that's all." Peter helped her refine the key words, which made the other end of the phone fall silent for a long time.

After a long while, Natasha spoke again, but this time her tone lacked any allure; it was entirely cold and businesslike:

"Speak, what do you want from me?"

"It's nothing major, I just want you to do me a small favor." Peter rattled off everything he could remember about Quake:

"I need detailed information about a hacker in the hacker group 'Rising Tide'."

"Her name is Skye, and her real name... should be Daisy Jensen."

"Could you please help me find her current address?"

"Oh?" Natasha on the other end of the phone suddenly perked up:

"You want me to find you a woman? Aren't you afraid your girlfriend will get jealous?"

"A real man learns time management."

Perhaps because he wasn't particularly interested in Natasha, Peter spoke to her very casually, focusing on bragging as much as he could.

"Xiao Chunan is quite the braggart." The woman on the other end of the phone rolled her eyes and retorted without any politeness.

Perhaps because Peter acted so casually, Natasha, despite knowing that Peter was very strong and had the power to control her life and death at any time, still felt inexplicably relaxed when communicating with him.

She even unconsciously stretched while talking to Peter.

Her impressive bust, which even the loose silk pajamas couldn't conceal, was stretched even more taut by her movement, and even the buttons seemed to bear an unbearable weight.

Unfortunately, because her room was empty, no one could appreciate this beautiful view.

"Would finding this Daisy make up for a favor that S.H.I.E.L.D. owes you?" Natasha asked as she opened her agent's computer to search for relevant information.

"You're dreaming!" Peter couldn't help but retort.

"You think you can just use something so simple to erase a favor? Doesn't your conscience bother you?"

"Ah~ if we're not talking about business, then it's a personal relationship~" Natasha suddenly changed the subject, revealing her alluring demeanor again:

"Since I've done you this small favor, how are you going to repay me... How about treating me to a meal?"

What a vixen! Has she already turned her seduction skill into a passive ability?

Peter thought this to himself, but said aloud:

"Friendly reminder: Gwen's punching power is over 20 tons. If you're confident you won't be killed by one punch, I wouldn't mind inviting you to dinner."

Upon hearing this somewhat outrageous number, Natasha secretly stuck out her tongue, and an image of Gwen pounding her chest with her little fists involuntarily flashed through her mind...

Even with two high-quality airbags, she couldn't withstand it!

After a brief silence, Natasha finally gave up on continuing her frivolous talk and began to seriously report the search results:

"Fourteen people with the same name were found in New York City, of whom only three were between the ages of 10 and 20."

Two people live at addresses in xxx and xxx...

There's also someone who doesn't have a fixed address but attends a church school in Brooklyn.

After memorizing the name of the church school, Peter nodded in satisfaction, hesitated for a moment, and then finally said something polite:

Thanks, I'll treat you to coffee next time.

Come on, I still prefer vodka to coffee.

"I'm sorry, I'm not 21 yet. If you don't mind waiting for 3 years, I can treat you to vodka in 3 years."

……

After Herman extended an internship invitation to Daisy Jensen's church school under the name of Parker Technology, Peter quickly obtained Skye's current address and contact information.

So, the next morning, Peter, dressed in his battle suit, rode his flying skateboard to a bread truck in Brooklyn Park.

They opened the unlocked door of the bread truck.

Peter's gaze met that of an Asian girl who looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, with delicate features like a porcelain doll.

The girl who was typing on the keyboard stopped what she was doing, glanced at Peter warily, but then the wariness in her eyes was immediately replaced by surprise:

"You...you are the arbitrator?"

Seeing the other person's fangirl-like attitude, Peter couldn't help but whistle in his heart.

It seems like they're my fans. If that's the case, then things will be much easier.

Come to think of it, Skye's "Rising Tide" organization is a political hacking group that advocates "freedom of information and speech".

It's quite reasonable for hackers like them, who love breaking the rules, to idolize this "arbitrator" who disregards laws and regulations.

With this thought in mind, Peter did not hesitate and decisively extended his hand to the other person:

"Miss Skye, would you be interested in serving me and becoming a member of the Fist of Shadows?"