Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

The densely packed accounts and transaction records on the computer screen, like countless venomous snakes flicking their tongues, made George Stacy's scalp tingle.

As for that diary...

That's no longer a venomous snake, that's a fucking time bomb, a death warrant from the Grim Reaper!

What's inside is explosive news that could trigger a major political earthquake in New York and even across the United States!

The bribery and corruption in the first half were just minor incidents; what was truly outrageous was the tip of the iceberg that Kingpin, as a "middleman," touched upon.

Those are slides that you absolutely cannot touch!

George guessed Peter's intention almost instantly, and also figured out where these things came from:

"You killed Kingpin too?"

Faced with George's questioning, Peter remained calm and even took the time to pour himself a glass of juice.

"It was just something I did."

After taking a sip of his juice, he turned his gaze back to George:

"Uncle George, do you think these things are enough to move you up a bit?"

"Fuck!"

George was so angry at Peter's words that he laughed.

To rise to the position of New York City Sheriff solely through one's own abilities in a class-stratified America...

This qualification alone is enough to demonstrate George's ability and political acumen.

He's not the kind of good-for-nothing who got ahead by relying on political correctness or the legacy of his ancestors; he's someone who can actually get things done and has a sharp mind and skillful tactics.

Because he was capable of sitting in this position, he never hesitated or even entertained any fantasies for even half a second.

The answer was a direct and unequivocal no:

"What kind of dream are you having! If this gets out, I'll be lucky if I don't 'commit suicide' in my own office, and you still expect me to get promoted?"

If George does choose to submit this document to the Supreme Court, or recklessly releases it all,

He was certain that it wouldn't be those people up there who would die, but George himself, his mother, and his daughter!

George looked at Peter and Gwen with a headache, pondering how to bring up the topic in a way that would make the young couple realize the terrifying time bomb they were holding, without causing them to become utterly disillusioned with the country they lived in:

"Peter, you and Gwen are still very young, and there are many things that people your age can't understand..."

"Take these things you've produced as examples. Having this evidence doesn't mean we can immediately remove those people from their posts and allow me to get promoted... On the contrary, this stuff will only hasten my demise!"

George tried his best to explain in the simplest terms how complex the collusion between the upper echelons was involved.

But Peter didn't give him that chance.

He interrupted George abruptly, then took something out of his bag and placed it on the table:

"What about this one?"

George looked down and saw that Peter had pushed out a bright green syringe, the crystal-clear liquid shimmering with an eerie yet alluring light under the lamp.

"What is this?" George couldn't help but ask.

"Lizard serum, the kind used by the lizard people."

Peter's tone remained relaxed:

"Of course, this is just a diluted, inferior version, so it won't make you unrecognizable to your family or go crazy on the spot after the injection."

Furthermore, this thing, combined with my healing abilities, is enough to make you, or rather many others, reliably become a superhuman slightly weaker than Captain America.

Peter extended his finger and tapped the syringe lightly:

"Uncle George, is this enough for you to get a promotion?"

George's breath hitched!

Stable Super Soldier Serum!

This is something the military has been dreaming of for decades, and they haven't been able to develop it!

If such a thing could be handed over, it could indeed serve as an incredibly valuable source of political capital.

For a moment, George truly felt that his long-extinguished thirst for power had reignited like wildfire.

But George quickly suppressed the impulse and answered truthfully:

"Sure, but you have to kneel!"

George knew very well that this serum could indeed allow him to quickly amass a large number of political allies.

But these people are unlikely to truly value him or entrust him with important responsibilities. To put it bluntly, his achievements are only good enough to make him a watchdog for the congressmen.

"So..."

Peter first pushed the notebook in front of George, then placed the lizard serum on the diary:

"If I add this, will I be able to get promoted while still standing up?"

hiss~!

George gasped sharply.

He suddenly realized he had become a clown.

He thought Peter was on the first level and he was on the second level, but in fact, Peter was on the fifth level!

That kid is so heartless!

On one hand, they use lizard serum to win over one faction, and on the other hand, they use those dirty secrets to threaten the other faction!

This...this is like manipulating the entire American political scene with a vengeance!

George's Adam's apple bobbed, and after hesitating for a long while, he tentatively asked the final question:

"What if... I said that's still not safe enough, that it's lacking something?"

Upon hearing George's question, Peter suddenly laughed, a laugh that was somewhat... sinister:

"Then wait until those gentlemen are completely captivated by this power before telling them, 'Gentlemen, you don't want your voters to realize that the representatives and leaders you elected are actually the legendary lizard people, do you?'"

boom!

At that moment, George felt the hairs on his body stand on end!

He was wrong, terribly wrong.

He thought Peter was only on the fifth floor.

But actually, Peter was in the atmosphere!

This kid is a devil in human skin!

He never wanted anyone's protection; what he wanted was to put a leash on everyone who might pose a threat to him!

He will turn all those who try to control or threaten him into his lackeys who have no choice but to serve him!

At that moment, George felt a battle raging between his ambition and his morality.

On one side is a bottomless abyss, and on the other is a road leading to heaven!

He seemed to have once again stood at a crossroads in his life after a long absence!

Just as George was getting thirsty from all that Peter had said and didn't know what to do, Peter's voice rang out again.

This time, his voice was more sincere than ever before:

"Uncle George, actually I have absolutely no interest in power."

"All I want is for Gwen, Aunt May, Uncle Ben, you and Grandma Pauline, and all of us to be able to live peacefully."

"No bastard will ever again threaten me with your lives."

That's all.

These words struck George like a heavy hammer blow, hitting the softest spot in his heart.

He looked at Peter in front of him, and then at his daughter and mother who were not quite able to keep up with the pace of their conversation.

After a long while, George finally let out a long sigh:

"Peter, you've really put me in a difficult position!"