Gwen Spider: I'm from Prototype

Chapter 133 I'm an Ordinary Person, Do You Still Like It
"Miss Potts?"

In the office of Stark Tower, Pepper is busy with the disappearance of her boss.

After finally finishing a lot of business in front of me, I went downstairs to get some air and buy a cup of coffee, but I was stopped by someone the moment I went out.

She turned around and saw a man in a suit and leather shoes with a receding hairline calling out to her.

"it's me."

"Can I say a few words to you?"

"Sorry, I don't have much time right now."

Pepper politely turned down a man she didn't know.

"If you want to interview, you can go to the front desk to make an appointment in advance."

"I'm not a reporter."

A man in a suit and leather shoes, with a polite smile on his mouth, introduced himself to Little Pepper: "I am Phil Coulson, and I belong to the Homeland Strategic Defense Offensive and Logistics Support Agency."

As he spoke, he handed a business card to Little Pepper.

"Uh-huh, a tongue-twisting name."

Pepper didn't take the business card, but complained about the super long name of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Some people think so."

Coulson continued to maintain a polite smile.

"You know what? The Department of Defense, the FBI, and the CIA all came to me and asked me about anything I could remember, like a prisoner."

While complaining, Little Pepper took the business card from the other party.

Coulson explained to her: "We are an independent department, and our goals are more specific."

After a pause, he continued to ask: "So... can we talk about the disappearance of Mr. Tony Stark?"

"I can add it to my calendar and we can set a time."

Little Pepper said she would consider it.

After she finished speaking, she was about to turn around and leave.

"Wait, Miss Potts."

Soon Coulson stopped Pepper again, "Maybe we can talk about what happened to you before."

She stopped when she heard Coulson talking about how she was almost kidnapped by a black man.

"Has Mr. Coulson found any clues?"

Little Pepper frowned and asked him.

"There are some clues for the time being, but we are still not sure, or we don't have sufficient evidence yet."

Coulson has already roughly understood the identity of the person behind the scenes, but in view of the sensitivity of the other party's identity, it is not appropriate for him to name that person.

"Well, I can only hope that you government officials will find those bastards."

Coulson nodded and asked Pepper, "Miss Potts, can you describe to me what happened at the scene?"

Hearing the other party's request, Pepper's expression was a little unnatural.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see it clearly. The scene was chaotic at that time, and my sight was blocked."

She had promised Uncle Ben not to tell anything about Peter's shooting.

So I can only use this excuse to prevaricate the other party.

"It should be Mr. Ben Parker, the gangsters who shot."

Little Pepper passed through with vague words.

"Sorry, I still have documents waiting to be processed, so excuse me."

Smiling at Coulson, Pepper turned and walked towards the elevator, not even buying coffee.

In the slowly ascending elevator, Pepper looked at the back of Coulson leaving, hesitated for a moment, took out his mobile phone and dialed Peter's number.

"Parker?"

After confirming that Peter Parker was on the other end of the phone, Pepper let out a long sigh of relief.

"Sorry for leaving in a hurry last time, I haven't expressed my thanks to you yet."

After a few pleasantries at the beginning, Pepper told Peter about Coulson.

"Maybe I can give you some help. I know a lot of lawyers who can help you deal with these people. After all, being targeted by secret agents and police is always a very troublesome thing."

Although she was very curious about Peter's identity, because the other party rescued herself from the gangsters, she could only suppress her inner curiosity and try not to inquire and think about it.

And when a special agent came to the door, he even tipped off the news.

"Thank you, Miss Potts."

After thanking Pepper, Peter hung up the phone.

It was ten o'clock in the morning, and because of the weekend, he didn't have to waste most of the time at school.

He had just been examined by Dr. Connors from the Long Island Laboratory, and he was flipping through today's newspaper.

After hanging up Pepper's phone, he put the newspaper aside.

SHIELD
If it is the current S.H.I.E.L.D., they may not take it to heart, at most it is just a little troublesome.

Now the degree of evolution of my own life has reached an astonishing level.

Thoughts, he held out his hand.

The arm part squirmed to produce black and red blood, constantly rolling on the body formed of flesh and blood.

Under the operation of his mind, the black and red blood on his arm diffused to the surroundings.

After the squirming black and red blood energy disappeared, a sharp black blade formed on the arm.

The pet mouse bought by him and placed in a cage was instantly pierced through the head by a sharp knife.

Blood flowed from the pet mouse's ears, and the mouse fell dead on the ground, immediately losing its breath of life.

After completing all of this, Peter released the alienated part of his arm.

As he removed the sharp blade from his arm and the arm returned to normal, the dead body of the little white mouse suddenly twitched.

The little white mouse, which had already lost its breath of life, opened its eyes.

The mouse with blood red eyes and black air all over its body completed the act of resurrection after death.

Peter looked at the mice in the cage calmly.

Use the faint spiritual connection between yourself and the mouse to send your biological signal to the mouse's mind.

At this time, the mice have become a collection of black light viruses, and their life activities are simply maintained by the black light viruses.

In addition, because Peter devoured and absorbed the vampire gene, he possessed some of the genetic characteristics of the vampire.

In addition to faster speed and undead characteristics, it also has the ability to "hug".

One bite of an ordinary person can transform him into a vampire.

Or when touching the opponent's skin, devouring and sucking blood, it can also transform the opponent into a vampire.

The current experimental mouse is controlled by the black light virus and transformed into a vampire by him.

In a sense, it is a combination of black light walking corpse and vampire.

The reason why Peter didn't dare to openly transform before was that he couldn't control the infectivity of the black light virus in his body.

Now, with the reason why he devoured Dracula, coupled with the serum developed by Connors, his body evolved at an astonishing rate.

Within a certain range, he can completely suppress the infectivity of the black light virus now.

He can even control these infected bodies infected by him like the mother Elizabeth.

Under the control of his mind, the mouse ran back and forth restlessly in the cage.

It even started hitting the cage constantly.

The sound of "bang bang" continued to sound, and the mouse's head produced a huge force, which quickly deformed the cage when it hit it.

A black-red tentacle-like substance was produced at its wound, and then covered the wound to completely heal itself.

Soon the metal cage was knocked open by the mouse, and under the control of Peter's mind, the mouse jumped to the ceiling with a "swoosh".

Staring at the creature that looked more like a bat than a mouse, Peter held his chin with one hand, lost in thought.

After a while, he stretched out his left hand.

The orange ring on the finger of the left hand, the Talisman of Life, shimmers orange at the mouse.

The original function of the Talisman of Life is that the living can communicate with the soul of the dead, giving the dead the ability to appear in the world, and allowing undead creatures to walk in the sun and regain the power of life.

The mouse that is being created by itself should be an undead creature.

He wanted to use the Talisman of Life to test whether it would work on mice.

unfortunately
The mouse didn't respond, indicating that the function of the talisman of life cannot work on animals.

It seems that I should find someone to try my power next time.

Peter shook his head, looking away from the rat on the ceiling.

Footsteps sounded outside the door, it should be Uncle Ben coming back.

The red ring (bloodstone) on Peter's finger suddenly emitted a beam of light, which shot at the mouse on the wall.

Possessing powerful abilities, the mouse created by Peter, which could have set off a bloody storm, was turned into a pool of blood by the light from the bloodstone.

For this kind of undead creature, the effect of the bloodstone and the talisman of life are opposite, what it receives is not a gain effect, but a damage effect.

Uncle Ben opened the door and came in, and saw Peter sitting on the sofa, flipping through the newspaper as if nothing had happened.

"Where's Gwen?"

Uncle Ben asked curiously.

"Uncle Ben, Gwen doesn't live here, she has her own life."

Peter said angrily.

Behind him, a few drops of black blood dripping on the ground began to condense together, moving towards Peter's direction.

The aggregate formed by the last few drops of dirty blood moved to his feet and merged with his body.

Uncle Ben didn't notice Peter's actions below. He shrugged his shoulders and said to Peter:

"But I heard yesterday that you and Gwen had intimate actions in the living room. Although I understand the openness of you young people, Peter, maybe you can go into your room next time."

Uncle Ben teased Peter with a smile: "Also, there are some things you can't cross the line, after all, you are not an adult yet."

"I've always known what I should do and what I should do, Uncle Ben."

Peter sighed slightly towards Uncle Ben, and said, "My mental age is more mature than my physical age."

"I see it, but, Peter"

Uncle Ben's expression suddenly became serious, "Does Gwen know who you are now?"

"She doesn't know yet, but she has been suspecting that she is a smart girl."

Hearing Peter's words, Uncle Ben sighed and said, "This is the difficulty you will experience, Peter, you will fall into the struggle between these two identities, if you cannot handle the transition of these two identities correctly, you will Very tired."

"Maybe, the people around you, the people you love, will be hurt."

"I know, Uncle Ben."

Peter nodded towards Uncle Ben, "I will take care of this identity conversion."

"I believe you."

Uncle Ben's expression relaxed a bit, and he got up to make coffee for himself.

"Buzz! Buzz!"

The phone vibrated suddenly. Peter took out the phone from his pocket and found that it was Gwen calling him.

"Gwen?"

"Hi Peter, Harry invited us to his house for dinner, did you get the text?"

"not yet."

"That's fine, let's go together."

There was excitement in Gwen's tone, "It's been a long time since we had dinner with Harry."

"uh-huh."

Peter's expression was very calm.

"But didn't Harry tell you?"

"what?"

"His father, Norman Osborn, has woken up."

"what!"

Gwen let out a sound of shock.

Inside Osborne Manor, Peter looked at Gwen who was waiting for him at the door.

"I thought you weren't coming, Gwen."

Gwen's complexion was not very good, and he seemed preoccupied.

"But I've promised Harry."

Gwen lowered her head and said with a melancholy tone.

"Are you afraid of Norman Osborn?"

Peter asked her as if nothing had happened.

"Don't answer perfunctorily, Gwen, after all, you are my psychological mentor now."

Peter added another sentence.

"Well, we should be honest with each other. To be honest, after learning that Harry's father is not a good person, I don't want to get in touch with him."

"Well, that's a reason."

Peter nodded, "Maybe after waking up, he reformed himself. Aren't many people like a different personality after a serious illness?"

"That's right."

Gwen thought it made perfect sense.

Didn't the Peter in front of him just take a sick leave and then his personality changed?

Peter didn't know that Gwen had already turned his target on himself.

He took a few steps forward, stopped suddenly, and turned around sharply to look behind him.

On the road with endless traffic, he seemed to see a figure flashing past.

But soon the black shadow was covered by vehicles and pedestrians.

The scene that was slowed down in his eyes began to return to normal.

With the restoration of the noisy voice, Peter frowned.

"what happened?"

Noticing Peter's abnormality, Gwen asked him suspiciously, "Did you see anything?"

"No, nothing."

"is it?"

Gwen didn't believe Peter's words, and turned around to look suspiciously a few times.

After confirming that nothing unusual was found, she turned around.

"Generally speaking, in a movie or a novel, you see something very important."

Gwen said plausibly.

"Really? What movies and novels are you watching?"

Peter asked her curiously.

"Detective and mystery novels, especially those of Chuck Wendig."

Peter had heard about this writer of suspense novels that was often mixed with "shit and fart". He nodded and said to Gwen: "I thought you would like novels from the Booker Prize and the Dublin Literary Prize."

"I'm vulgar."

Gwen turned around suddenly, and the look in her eyes softened a lot.

"A girl who is a bit cliche, will you be disappointed? Peter."

Looking into each other's eyes, Peter shook his head slowly, "No, we're pretty much the same, Gwen."

(End of this chapter)