I'm working on Marvel's Spider-Man in American comics.

Chapter 34: Blame-shifting Moment
When Peter came out of the police station, he realized that the guy he had caught was actually the former ace agent of the Russian Foreign Intelligence Service who defected to the United States. He is now wanted by the federal government for committing multiple murders for hire and stealing trade secrets, the "Chameleon" Dmitry Snerdyakov.

Chameleon is a classic Spider-Man villain, though his powers are... well, pretty unremarkable. He's basically a low-profile Mystique, even needing his belt to transform in the comics and anime.

Although the world doesn't seem to need it now, according to the police chief, this guy replaced his face with some kind of black-tech mask from the former Soviet Union, and he no longer has his true identity - but what's strange is that such a cross-dressing character actually uses his real name.

"Anyway, I've taken care of this little impersonation incident. It's a shame Mysterio seemed a bit too alert and severed the connection when I tried to hack into his device—but since his light particle display can't fool thermal imaging, it might not be that difficult to deal with him."

Peter, who came out of the NYPD, took a look at the time and hurried to the school. If he didn't encounter any problems on the way, he would not be late.

On the other side, inside the NYPD, two policemen watched themselves, who were bored in the detention room, changing their appearance. In the last second, they were a curly-haired policewoman, and in the next second, they became a bald detective. Their skin was like a chameleon that squirmed like liquid metal, and they felt very curious.

"So, why don't we just take this guy's mask off?"

"Didn't you hear what the director said just now? This guy has replaced his face with high-tech, and there's no way to take it off."

The two police officers in charge of surveillance were talking when two unfamiliar colleagues came over. One of them flashed his ID and said, "The director wants to see you. It's time to change shifts."

After the two men were out of their sight, the two policemen took out the key and opened the door of the detention room.

"Dimitri, Mr. Wesker is very unhappy with your failure." The black police officer who opened the door glanced at him: "The video in the detention room is a pre-recorded video. You can leave now. Mr. Wesker is awaiting your response."

Chameleon lazily stood up, his skin rippling as he perfectly replicated the appearance of one of the guards. He tugged at the collar of his uniform. "If Fisk knew Spider-Man's new suit could see through holograms, he wouldn't have used the word 'failure.'"

The impersonator walked into the holding cell and sat down. Chameleon followed the other cop out, asking as he went, "Where are the others? Like that damned Quentin Baker and McDonald Gaggan?!"

"Of course they're already at the safe house, waiting for you."

The two men walked outside while talking. Suddenly, Dimitri noticed a small spot of light flickering on the black policeman's face. He calmly reminded him, "Someone outside is aiming at us. I saw the reflection on your face."

"what?"

The black police officer instinctively dodged, but it was too late. In the instant he dodged, a bullet that had penetrated the wall shot him squarely in the head. The Chameleon, who had dodged well, moved against the wall, muttering to himself.

"Even if you need to escape, don't be in a hurry, especially not in front of him."

The sudden shooting set off alarm bells throughout the police station, and officers rushed to the scene and the perimeter. Outside the NYPD building, the shooter, with a sullen expression, read the feedback from his instrument. The special bullet hadn't destroyed any electrical equipment; in other words, the chameleon hadn't been killed.

By this time, a police drone had already taken flight, capturing the shooter's image—he was wearing a black leather windbreaker over a black short-sleeved shirt with a large white skull painted on it. He was holding a terrifying anti-material sniper rifle, but he simply glanced at the drone's camera and quickly departed. The entire police station went into a frenzy as the image feed was released.

"It's Frank Castle! Everyone on high alert! Everyone on high alert!" Chameleon, who had already infiltrated the police force, took the opportunity to escape. He was certain that he had once again been targeted by the infamous "Punisher." Now, if he wanted to survive, he had to find the Kingpin. As for the Punisher, there was no need to worry about him for the time being. Although he was a madman, he wouldn't just shoot indiscriminately.

Chameleon then found a police car, drove away skillfully, found a shopping mall and walked in. A few minutes later, a completely unrelated person came out. He looked around calmly, and then went to Jin Bing's property in Hell's Kitchen.

A few hours later, the chameleon finally returned to the base and completely removed his disguise, revealing a white mask attached to his face that only blurred his facial features and revealed his appearance.

As soon as he came back, he started to criticize the incompetent black detective.

"What are you investigating? There's nothing right about that!"

"I told you yesterday that Spider-Man got a new uniform, but you didn't listen!"

Of course, Gargan didn't want to take the blame and directly put the blame on Quentin. In response, the special effects artist, who has always been timid, immediately shook his head like a rattle.

"It's none of my business! I don't have any pictures or seen Spider-Man's new uniform. There's no way I could create a new model and project it into every scene in such a short time."

"So what you're saying is, there's something wrong with me?"

Gargan grabbed Quentin and started questioning him. Quentin was so scared that he quickly waved his hands to apologize, but Dimitri caught it clearly: "It's your fault, you damn useless detective. Do you know how Spider-Man beat me up? With thermal imaging! You said Spider-Man was a damn poor kid who couldn't afford high-tech equipment, and what happened? I got a real beating!"

"How am I supposed to know where he got his high-tech gear? Huh? When he was fighting that creepy-ass guy the other day, he was wearing nothing but torn nylons!"

"Okay, I didn't call you here to argue."

Kingpin's slow but majestic roar completely silenced the three people present. The King of Hell's Kitchen, who had arrived at the scene at some unknown time, looked at the three people in front of him whom he had hired at a considerable cost, and didn't know whether to be angry or disappointed.

"I asked you to come here to eliminate Spider-Man! To eliminate this guy who has caused so much trouble to my... business, not to let you guys blame each other here."

Kingpin spoke with a hint of disappointment, then sighed helplessly, "If, Mr. Dimitri, your frame-up plan doesn't work, we can try a different one. If Spider-Man sees you imitating him again, he'll definitely chase you out again. We can arrange something, an uninhabited construction site, or a bridge. We can use bombs, lots of bombs, to lure Spider-Man into a trap and blow him up."

"It's not that simple. I have some grudge against Frank Castle, and he's targeting me now."

Hearing this name, even Kingpin was silent for several seconds, and then he sighed.

"Then really show how Spider-Man acts like a superhero. Fight crime properly and let him know you've escaped. Let him come to us for the rest."

(End of this chapter)