I am not Spider-Man because I am parasitized by an alien!

NYPD.

Peter followed the black policeman inside.

You might as well meet Matt Murdock wearing sunglasses when you go out.

Matt and his bald men had just finished communicating with George Stacey and were about to leave.

As soon as he walked out, he felt the scent of the last time he met in the hospital.

Ruoyouruowu's chilling and chilling aura, for a person like him who is blind but has other amazing senses, this aura is particularly sensitive.

"You are Peter Parker, right?"

Matt walked up to Peter and asked him.

He already knew Peter's name while watching around the hospital.

Peter, who was stopped, looked up at the disabled man in front of him.

He remembered that this guy's name seemed to be Matt Murdock, a lawyer from Hell's Kitchen, nicknamed Daredevil, and a very popular superhero.

"Need help?"

Peter asked him with a frown.

He is generally not stingy in helping those who are old, weak, sick or disabled in need.

The reason why I traveled across time was to help the old lady cross the street.

Although the final endings of both of them were not good, it does not mean that they have not done good things.

"No, I just want to get to know Mr. Parker."

Matt had investigated and knew that Peter was Gwen Stacy's friend.

Coupled with the strength shown by the other party and the aura that made him fearful, he became deeply curious about Peter.

"I am a lawyer by profession. I heard the story of your bravery in the hospital. If you need help, maybe I can help."

Matt pulled a business card from his pocket and handed it to Peter.

And he extended his other hand to Peter, wanting to shake Peter's hand.

Peter looked deeply at him and shook hands with him.

"Why are you shaking? Mr. Matt."

Peter asked, holding his hand.

Beads of sweat broke out on Matt's head, and his arms trembled slightly.

"Maybe you need to see a doctor. I know some good doctors who might be able to help you."

After speaking in a casual tone, Peter didn't ask any more questions, let go of his hand and walked directly into the police station.

Matt, standing at the door of the police station, slowly raised his somewhat deformed hand held by Peter, and made a "hissing" sound from his mouth.

"Damn it!"

Waving his palms, Matt cursed, "This bastard almost broke my bones."

After taking a few deep breaths and suppressing the pain, he turned to his men and asked, "Dan Stein is dead, right?"

"Yes, he died yesterday."

Dan, who is being autopsied by Strange, was once a gang member of his employer.

As for why he paid attention to the cause of death of the other party, the reason was that Jason, whom he tortured today, once gave some of the goods to Dan.

These goods are not ordinary drugs or other illegal drugs.

Matt pulled out a clear glass bottle the size of perfume from his pocket, with pink smoke floating inside.

"This is the boss's product. It can transform a person into another person and completely release his inner desires."

Shaking his head, he put the glass bottle away in his pocket.

"Seducing the desires deep in people's hearts? Is this considered a devil?"

In the police station, Peter had not had a few words with the black policeman.

George Stacey walked towards him.

"Peter, let's talk first."

Peter looked at the director's somewhat troubled face and nodded slowly.

In George's office, Peter sat on the chair opposite the director.

The director, who was a little different from usual, said to Peter with a sullen face: "Boy, I don't know how many secrets you hide in your heart. The only thing you can do now is to leave Gwen."

Peter frowned and looked at George, who seemed to be walking around manically, and shook his head, "I don't know what you are talking about."

"No! You know, you know what I'm talking about better than anyone else, Peter. The tragedy on the football field at Midtown High School has nothing to do with you!"

George came up, grabbed Peter by the collar, picked him up, and roared at him:

"You thought that what you did would not be noticed by anyone. I covered everything for you. You hid behind and pushed Gwen out. You made everyone think that Gwen killed Frank!"

"If Gwen gets hurt, I will kill you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door was suddenly pushed open. The assistant looked at everything in front of him and stood at the door in shock.

Seeing the director's expression as if he wanted to eat someone, the assistant swallowed and said, "Sorry, sir, I just wanted to ask."

Before he finished speaking, George grabbed the cup in his hand and threw it at him.

"Get out!"

The assistant, who was almost hit, fled from the director's office in embarrassment.

He couldn't understand why the usually gentle and gentle director seemed to be a different person.

"This is not you, Sheriff. You look like you're in a state of madness and you're talking crazy things."

Even though his clothes were being grabbed, Peter's expression remained extremely calm.

The George Stacey in front of him seemed to have been poisoned, and his condition was obviously abnormal.

The police chief on an ordinary day would not look like a manic maniac like he did today.

"This is me! The extremely real me!"

George's eyes were blood red, as if he wanted to eat Peter.

"Really? Even if it's the real you, Sheriff, what you're saying is wrong."

Peter said calmly: "Gwen has her own ideas, you can't control her, and you think I put her in danger, no, you are wrong, you are the biggest culprit!"

George looked at him in shock, "What did you say?!"

"When Gwen was eight years old, you taught her how to hide her tracks and how to subdue those criminals."

Peter waved his hand, and George's hand was easily waved away.

"It was you who instilled those words of responsibility and protection into her mind, and you told her for a long time that it is everyone's obligation to protect this city. If what you have taught has been wrong for a long time, then Gwen may never know what is right in the future."

Peter's words stunned George.

Shame and shock filled his mind.

But soon anger surged in his heart, how dare this bastard talk to him like this? !

With bloodshot eyes, he stood up suddenly, picked up the pistol from the table and pointed it at Peter.

On the other side.

Gwen didn't know the fight between her father and Peter at all.

She was originally making spider silk launchers at home.

Make some sticky solution, add the white spider web-like substance that you shot onto the wall last time, and you will get the solution in the spider web launcher.

Gwen tried for a long time and found that she couldn't shoot spider silk like Spider-Man.

Her wrist can only shoot out a sticky thick substance at most, and she doesn't have the ability to launch spider silk like Spider-Man.

So she can only make a spider silk launcher by herself to imitate Spider-Man's swinging.

After putting down her phone, taking off her glasses, Gwen put on a sweater and rushed to the police station quickly.

Peter was taken to the police station, which made her worried.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

After running a few steps, her figure appeared in the room again.

With a "pop", the spider web launcher was taken away by her.

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