Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

After confronting Uncle Ben and Aunt May and revealing some of his secrets, Peter felt much more relaxed.

After a day of lazing around at home, he put on his backpack as usual the next day and boarded the school bus with Gwen.

As the two were snuggling together side by side waiting for the school bus, George sped past them in his police car.

He was so focused that he didn't even notice his daughter and Peter's little hands secretly clasped together.

"What's wrong with my father-in-law?" Peter couldn't help but ask, somewhat curiously.

Gwen didn't notice Peter's form of address, or rather, she did notice but didn't want to correct it...

She answered after a brief recollection:

"I heard that a powerful organization leader in Hell's Kitchen died. His sudden death has caused an uproar throughout Hell's Kitchen and the surrounding neighborhoods."

"Since last night, the various gangs in Hell's Kitchen have been fighting each other non-stop, all in an effort to seize more profits from their dead leader."

"Because of this incident and the police raid on Hell's Kitchen the night before, New York's detention centers are overcrowded."

"Right now, the entire NYPD is working overtime, and at this rate, it won't be finished in less than ten days to two weeks..."

At this point, Gwen paused slightly before speaking in a complex tone:

"Peter, because of this sudden incident, we probably won't be able to confront my dad this weekend. We'll have to wait until he's finished with this busy period."

Upon hearing Gwen's words, Peter's expression became somewhat subtle.

So, my impulsive decision early yesterday morning indirectly led to George's downfall?

However... this may not necessarily be a bad thing for them.

After all, if George really had to work for ten days or half a month...

Wouldn't that just happen when Tony reveals his identity?

This is a good opportunity!

With Tony, a superhero who revealed his identity, acting as a preventative measure, George will likely find it easier to accept his and Gwen's true identities later.

Thinking this, Peter quietly moved even closer to Gwen:

"That's a good thing. If your dad is busy with Hell's Kitchen all the time, then you won't have to worry about running into him when you go out to do your good deeds at night."

"in addition……"

At this point, Peter leaned close to Gwen's sensitive ear and whispered something:

"Since your dad will be working overtime every day from now on, then we can..."

"That, that kind of thing is absolutely not allowed!" Before Peter could finish speaking, Gwen blushed and quickly tried to interrupt Peter's lewd words.

"Huh? Why can't I go to your rooftop to help you improve your fighting experience?" Peter deliberately looked at Gwen with a puzzled expression.

"Huh? Just to help me improve my fighting experience?" Gwen was stunned for a moment, and her pretty face immediately turned red with embarrassment.

So Peter just wanted to help himself improve his fighting experience?

Damn it, I misunderstood Peter again!

Gwen prayed that Peter wouldn't notice anything amiss; she certainly didn't want Peter to change his nickname from "Little Spider" to "Little Colored Spider."

But... Peter didn't do as she wished. Instead, he moved even closer to her, staring intently at Gwen and asking:

"Otherwise, what did you think I wanted to do with you?"

"I... of course I thought you were trying to help me improve my fighting experience," Gwen stammered, trying to justify herself.

"I... I'm just worried that if we make too much noise, it might disturb my grandma..."

Her voice grew softer and softer until it was almost a mosquito's hum.

Because she realized that her words seemed to contain some kind of ambiguity...

"I see. Then perhaps we could go to the countryside? Like a forest park or the rooftop of the Empire State Building?"

As Peter earnestly selected the "battleground," Gwen unconsciously conjured up many strange images in her mind.

Her face was so embarrassed it looked like it was about to bleed.

Damn it, I shouldn't have opened that so-called secret website that Gloria, that filthy woman, sent me yesterday!

"Well... let's forget about it. After thinking about it carefully, it's actually quite nice on my balcony. We can... keep our voices down so we don't disturb my grandma."

Oh no, why does it all sound so weird no matter how I put it?

Am I really some kind of "little color spider"?

……

While Peter was shamelessly teasing the poor little ghost spider, in Hell's Kitchen, on the top floor of the Fisk Tower.

Kingpin looked down at the chaotic Hell's Kitchen below.

Despite the fact that his forces had secured the largest share of the spoils in this chaotic battle—thanks to his previous collaboration with Madam Gao, he had legitimately seized Madam Gao's most profitable enhancer factory.

But Kingpin couldn't be happy at all at this moment.

Madam Gao died, and died silently.

So... who's next?

Does the answer to this question even need to be stated?

After a long silence, Kingpin finally spoke:

"Has the cause of the old woman's death been investigated?"

Bullseye, prostrate at Kingpin's feet, spoke in a low voice:

"All we know so far is that the deceased were Mrs. Gao and a Japanese person."

"Madam Gao's body was destroyed to cover up the crime, while the Japanese man's chest was completely pierced, and there were traces of electric shock around him."

"The evidence at the scene was chaotic, with explosions, electrocution, and sharp weapons... These elements were far too complex for even the most professional forensic experts to reconstruct the scene!"

No sooner had Bullseye finished speaking than Kingpin suddenly spoke up with a firm tone:

"They are the arbitrators."

"He defeated Green Goblin and then obtained the flying skateboard. The night before last, he killed Electro in public. In the early hours of the same day Electro died, large areas of electrocution marks were found at the scene of Mrs. Gao's death."

"That monster seems to possess a method of plundering the abilities of others!"

"We can't just sit here and wait to die! If we don't take him down immediately, who knows how much stronger that monster will become?"

"If I don't kill him now, he'll eventually appear before me!"

At this point, Kingpin's chubby face was completely contorted. With a body fat percentage of less than 10%, even his facial muscles were more developed than those of an average person.

Even the brightest experts and professors can become hysterical when faced with the threat of death.

Not to mention he was just a gang leader who had recently gone straight and cleaned up his ways.

Kingpin whirled around, his eyes flashing with a crazed and ruthless light:

"Speed ​​up! I don't care what methods you use, kidnapping or bribery, get those scientists to me right now!"

"Also, what did Obadiah say? We urgently need Stark Industries' weapon systems!"