Gwen Spider: I'm from Prototype

Chapter 48 I Still Think Spider-Woman is Attractive

"You know what you should do, and you don't need others to think about what you should do."

In the snowstorm, Natasha walked forward stepping on the snowstorm.

The sparse bushes of thorns were mostly submerged by the heavy snow, exposing the ends of the top, "lingering" in the cold.

Natasha's feet stepped on it and made a "poof" sound.

Every time you take a step, your feet must be pulled out of the snow.

Walking hard.

She was wearing a tattered, blood-stained gray overcoat, with a rifle slung over her shoulder, panting with every step she took.

Just escaped from the cruel battlefield, the wound on her body was howled by the cold wind, stimulating her pain nerves.

"Hoohoo!"

White cold air was exhaled from her mouth, and her feet made a long trace on the snow.

Walking like a walking dead, she heard someone talking to herself.

Forcing herself to ignore these ambiguous whispers, she walked forward with all her strength.

However, he couldn't restrain his emotions, and finally knelt down on the snow, covering his face with his hands and crying bitterly.

"You can fix everything, even this"

The voice in the snowy wilderness continued to echo in her ears.

"Do you think you are no longer afraid of the dark?"

As if able to see through her heart, the voice accompanied by the whistling wind sneered at her: "You don't know what will happen, but most of the time, it will penetrate your heart. You are actually incomparable. weak."

Natasha moved her hands away from her face, trying to hold back her wailing eyes.

She grabbed a handful of snow with her hand and squeezed it hard.

Suddenly!

The sound from the snowy wilderness suddenly stopped.

The howling wind also stopped, and the entire white world suddenly became extremely silent.

She stood up, looked up and looked around.

On the horizon in the distance, a smear of darkness appeared.

A smear of black in the snow-white land, like a drop of ink dripping in water, began to smudge.

The entire snow field, which was rendered black from a distance, rushed towards her place like a tide.

The snow-white snow gradually turned into a black unknown substance.

She took a step back in horror, but she still couldn't resist the speed of the "black" infection.

In the blink of an eye, the snow under her feet turned into a mass of "black snow" with a dark luster.

Her feet were stuck in the "black snow", and she struggled to pull it out.

However, his gaze inadvertently glimpsed a figure standing in the snow in the distance.

The opponent's face is wearing a "black spider" mask.

Those masks were infinitely magnified in her eyes.

……

"How is it? Dr. Connors."

In the Long Island laboratory, Peter watched the black widow who was lethargic in the laboratory but maintained basic vital signs, with a serious expression.

The laboratory is made of the strongest materials, and once the danger alarm is triggered, it will be completely blocked.

"It is estimated that the poison injected into her body not only has hallucinogenic and drowsy effects, but over time, it will also cause heart paralysis and stop beating, as well as damage to the brain nerves. It is incredible that the virus has transformed these damages and started to structure material transport The channel began to evolve in a certain direction."

Dr. Connors' tone was full of disbelief.

That is
If he devours the other party, is the effect absolutely incomparable to devouring ordinary life forms?

This idea suddenly flashed in his mind.

And this idea continues to expand.

Peter was contemplating when he suddenly felt his brain receive a weak biological signal.

Following the guidance of this biological signal, he looked at the black widow.

The biological pulse signal emitted by the opponent's body is being captured by him due to the biological signal born of the black light virus.

And his consciousness told him that he could control this biological signal.

"My gene has a higher level, can it control her?"

He lowered his head slightly and whispered to himself.

During the battle in Manhattan, he once witnessed the hooded man controlling the "Hunter" and attacking the "Black Watch" troops.

The opponent is able to drive and control those "Hunters", and the current self seems to have acquired this ability.

Use biological impulses to control the evolutionary bodies infected by themselves.

Such as the black widow in front of me.

However, this control itself needs to continue to experiment.

Now is not the right time.

"What's the matter, Peter?"

Dr. Conners cast a questioning look at Peter.

"It's nothing."

Peter shook his head, and stretched out his hand to lightly rest on the glass curtain wall that imprisoned her.

After touching the glass curtain wall for a few seconds, he put his hand down.

A spider appeared where he had placed his palm, then disappeared into the other side of the glass curtain wall.

The next day, early in the morning.

Holding the newspaper in one hand, Peter entered the campus.

He wanted to confirm whether the commotion he made near the Electric City last night had been reported.

Even though he has destroyed the corpses and wiped out all the traces, he has devoured all those gunmen.

After flipping through the newspaper and confirming that there were no relevant reports, he put away the newspaper and prepared to throw it away.

"Hey, Peter!"

Suddenly a familiar voice sounded from behind.

When he looked back, Gwen was standing behind him, holding a stack of documents in his hands.

Seeing her displeased look, she should be forced to work hard by the teacher.

"You are late, Peter. This is not your usual style. Good students are late sometimes."

"I'm not a good student."

Peter shook his head, "Some things happened last night, so I didn't have a good rest."

"is it?"

Gwen adjusted her posture so that she could better talk to Peter with the materials the teacher gave her.

"Is it because of the new neighbors moving in?"

"what?"

Gwen's face became even more upset, "Stop being a fool, Peter, that doesn't match your personality. I know, MJ moved near your house, and you became neighbors."

She tried her best not to show any displeasure, but her tone was still sour.

"MJ is a man of the day on campus. If I were a boy, I wouldn't be able to resist talking to her."

"Um"

Peter nodded. "So Gwen, are you trying to say I'm attracted to her?"

"I didn't say that."

Gwen's awkward mood was immediately caught by Peter.

He thought about it, decided to tease her, and said, "I still think Spider-Woman is more attractive."

"Uh"

Gwen's ears were a little red, and she coughed to hide her embarrassment.

"Is that so? I don't think she's very attractive. After all, she's hanging out on the street and being scolded every day. That."

Gwen's mood obviously improved a lot. She came up to Peter and said, "You have to be careful today. You can't just say that sentence casually, Peter."

"why?"

Peter looked at her incredulously.

"You'll find out soon enough."

Gwen made a fool of herself and walked away with the information.

Completely forgot to cover up her strength.

It's strange how easy it is to hold a lot of things without being suspected.

Soon, Peter knew what Gwen meant by "careful".

The "English Literature Class" in the morning was canceled and changed to psychological counseling.

The school hired a professional psychologist to talk to the students about Spider-Woman and Spider-Monster.

　Thanks to "Sui Ying Fleeting Years" for the reward.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)