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Three days had passed.
The Lizard Behemoth wreaked havoc at the airport, igniting a firestorm of attention worldwide. Various news outlets, newspaper headlines, and media segments all treated Professor Kurt Connors like a top-tier celebrity.
It was hot!
No matter where one went, the topic of the Lizard Behemoth was everywhere.
However, as the center of this hot topic, Kurt Connors was currently facing the biggest decision of his life.
Should he be dissected after research? Or should he become a laborer after research?
Faced with these two options, Kurt Connors chose the latter with a look of relief.
There’s a saying that goes well:
— Better to live in misery than to die well!
…
In the cafeteria of S.H.I.E.L.D., Peter sat at a long table, staring at the delicious dishes before him, feeling no appetite whatsoever.
Just moments ago, the maintenance department had informed Peter that Coulson's car had reached its end-of-life stage and was no longer worth saving. He was told to quickly take that pile of scrap metal away.
“Ugh… Is Coulson going to kill me?” Big Boy sighed in frustration. Could he really blame himself? It was all that guy Kurt Connors' fault!
“But why do I have to take the fall?”
Thinking of this, Peter felt a surge of anger. Ever since he joined S.H.I.E.L.D., he hadn't encountered a single good thing; only bad events had come his way.
"Clearly, I just don't get along with this organization!" The more he thought about it, the more sense it made to him. At that moment, Peter Parker made a decision and silently vowed, "I want to quit S.H.I.E.L.D.!"
Just then, Big Bald Rob walked over. Seeing Peter suddenly acting assertive, he scratched his head in confusion. What was up with him today? Had he been inspired by something?
"Peter, the director wants you to join me on a mission. Hurry up and eat; once you're done, we’ll head out!" Rob plopped down in a chair, exhaling heavily. "There have been over a dozen Zombie Incidents in Queens. The director wants you to check it out with me!"
"What? They’ve drained all the blood? It’s probably those pesky vampires at work!"
Peter, who had been looking down, suddenly raised his head and blinked. "Vampires? Do they really exist? I thought they were just myths!"
As a new recruit at S.H.I.E.L.D., Peter had mostly been training lately and had little exposure to the underworld. Hearing Rob mention vampires—creatures from folklore—his eyes lit up with excitement.
"They’ve always existed; they just keep to the shadows," Big Bald Rob replied dismissively.
"If it were up to me, these monsters living among humans should have been wiped out long ago. After all, they show no mercy when they drain blood. Who knows how many people die each year at the hands of those fangs!"
"Spider-Man, are you interested in doing something big?"
Rob's gaze shifted to Peter's face, noticing the anger brewing within him. A smirk crept across his lips as he patted Peter on the shoulder. "I know of a vampire den; let’s take them out tonight. I can introduce you to a friend—someone you might have heard of: The Punisher!"
Peter paused for a moment. The Punisher was known as the enforcer of the dark world. Even before becoming Spider-Man, he had heard of this figure and now showed interest as he replied, "Count me in for tonight!"
"Haha! Just as expected from Spider-Man—the embodiment of justice!" Rob winked and grinned widely. "I'll let you know when it's time; don’t forget!"
Big Boy flashed a shy smile. Peter had never had any fondness for the evils lurking in the dark. Ignorance was one thing; knowing about them left no room for indifference.
Peter, feeling invigorated, suddenly noticed that Big Baldy was clutching a book under his arm. It looked familiar, and out of curiosity, he glanced over and said, "Rob, that book you have looks a bit familiar."
"Huh? This book? It's the boss's!" Rob chuckled, not daring to boast without any preparation.
Peter rubbed his eyes and looked over in confusion. "How could he lend it to you?"
"Who said it was borrowed?" Rob waved the Thunder Book in front of Big Boy and casually replied, "After the airport incident, the boss's weapon was exposed, so he asked me to help change its color. It's that simple!"
Peter stared speechlessly at the smug Big Baldy. What was he planning to do with the Thunder Book? Destroy all of New York? Shaking his head, he realized this wasn't just any weapon; without Chen Fan's mastery, no one else could hope to use it. As he thought about it, he sensed something was off.
…
Not far away, Chef Cage suddenly shivered. In that corner, two people were laughing strangely, and what was that about not leaving each other that night?
Could it be that Peter, that fool, had finally awakened some strange ability?
…
Stark Industrial Building
Tony sipped champagne with a gloomy expression. He used to celebrate with a glass or two only when he was in a good mood, but lately, his spirits had been anything but bright.
"Sir! I must remind you that excessive alcohol can accelerate heavy metal reactivity!" J.A.R.V.I.S. warned with concern.
"I know!" Tony replied as he raised the champagne glass to his lips. Just as he was about to take a sip, his hand froze around the glass. He grimaced and asked, "Have you found the location of those who kidnapped me?"
Mentioning the organization that had abducted him darkened Tony's expression. He looked down at the faintly glowing magnetic ring on his chest, and suddenly bloodshot veins appeared in his eyes.
Thanks to this organization, I have truly become a monster!
During the kidnapping incident in Afghanistan, Tony did not return unscathed. While escaping from danger, he was struck in the chest by shrapnel. Although he survived, it left him with a lingering threat.
If it weren't for the device embedded in his chest that attracted the metallic fragments mingled in his bloodstream, he would likely be dead by now—
"Sorry! We haven't found any trace of these individuals!" J.A.R.V.I.S. reported.
As an artificial intelligence, J.A.R.V.I.S. was omnipotent on the internet, but once disconnected, it was rendered powerless. This made it envious of 007, who had limitless potential as a counterpart.
Though both were forms of artificial intelligence, J.A.R.V.I.S.'s treatment was incomparable to that of others!
Hearing J.A.R.V.I.S.'s response, Tony sighed. "Continue the search and report back to me immediately if you find anything!"
"Understood, sir!" J.A.R.V.I.S. replied. Its tone shifted as it projected an image in the living room. "Sir... I believe you need to greet a guest!"
Looking at the image projected before him, Tony nodded gloomily. "Why is Brat here? I already paid him ten million; is he still not satisfied?"
After destroying a jewelry store under the Katy Group, Tony had compensated with three hundred thousand US dollars. He certainly didn't want another Thunder Beam landing on top of Stark Industrial Building.
"Notify the front desk staff to let Brat in as soon as he arrives!" Tony instructed J.A.R.V.I.S., then shook his head. "Never mind; I'll go down and see for myself!"
Thinking about Chen Fan's earlier behavior made Tony's lips twitch.
In front of the Stark Industrial Building's lobby stood an exceptionally adorable boy with tousled golden hair and dark purple eyes. His delicate features held a unique charm.
Divine.
It was like the statue of a deity high up in the church.
"What a cute boy!" The Receptionist Sister approached without hesitation, scooping the boy into her arms and snuggling him!
"So soft! Just like a premium pillow!"
Upon hearing the receptionist's affectionate remarks, many people displayed expressions of interest. However, before they could act, a childish voice interrupted.
"Tony! Get your ass out here!"
The boy, whose face was smeared with facial cleanser, was none other than Chen Fan, who had just arrived at Stark Industries. Faced with such an encounter, Chen Fan could only shrug helplessly.
After several transformations, the boy's appearance had improved even further. Not only did he have a pair of black-purple eyes, but his aura also carried a certain divine charm.
Reflecting on this change, Chen Fan concluded that he was becoming less and less human!
Those who had originally intended to inquire about the boy suddenly halted in their tracks, their expressions shifting. This was the headquarters of Stark Industries, where the majority were employees. Now someone was publicly telling them to get lost?
What should they do?
If it were a lowly Vibrant Goods employee, they could certainly be kicked out without hesitation.
But seeing how the beautiful staff members were protecting the boy, even the security guards and doormen were dumbfounded. Seriously? This guy was publicly insulting our boss? Is it really okay to defend him like this?
"Don't be afraid!" said the beautiful woman holding Chen Fan. "You're here to find Tony, right? Give me a kiss, and I'll take you to him!"
Chen Fan wore an expression of utter resignation, while nearby reporters, businessmen, and civil servants waiting to meet Tony were all stunned. How come such a good opportunity never came their way?
Was it the way he entered that was wrong?
Or was it the tone of his voice?
Should he have shouted, "Tony, get out here!" a couple of times?
In this increasingly strange atmosphere, Tony descended the stairs with a dark expression on his face. His gaze fell upon the beautiful employee who was lingering while holding a boy, and he immediately broke into a cold sweat.
Shaking his head, Tony walked over and cleared his throat to draw everyone's attention before facing Chen Fan. "Ahem! Sir, what brings you here?"
Seeing their boss arrive, the employees hurriedly retreated. Even the beautiful receptionist who had been holding Chen Fan blushed, reluctantly releasing her grip and rising to return to the reception desk with a wistful look.
With the distraction gone, Chen Fan sighed in relief and turned to the old man who looked uneasy. "Are you sure you want me here?"
Meeting the boy's clueless gaze, Tony awkwardly scratched his head. "Let's go upstairs; we can talk there!"
As Tony and the boy's figures disappeared into the upper floor, everyone's eyes returned to normal, glancing at each other with curiosity about the boy's identity.
To be treated so courteously by Tony, the billionaire Iron Man, made this boy a hot topic in itself.
The reporters' eyes lit up with excitement.
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