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

Chapter 56, 7:00 PM: The Performance Begins

At 6:50 a.m., in the basement of the Fisk Tower, Quentin Baker, on the verge of vomiting from tension, donned his protective gear. This gear was based on the extreme environment survival device that Thriller had stolen.

Now it's basically just painted green and has a purple cape added.

"Are you sure you're okay, Quentin? You don't seem to be doing well."

"I... I think I should be fine." Quentin took the light particle projector that Otto handed him. Around him were various equipment that Otto had made using Chitauri technology over the past two days. Most of them were drones of various sizes, as well as dozens of bionic robots. These were said to be the old-model Life Model Devices (LMDs) of S.H.I.E.L.D., which could be controlled by his own brainwaves, and they had all been dressed up to look like Mysterio.

"Should I wait until the Avengers go on another mission before I take action?"

Doctor Octopus remained silent for a while before slowly speaking: "I think even if the Avengers go out, you'll still cause a huge disturbance and get caught."

“I’m not surprised.” Quentin sighed, cradling his fish tank, seemingly worried or doing something else. “I’m afraid I won’t even be able to cause a scene. What if I get arrested the moment I show up?”

Otto was silent for a moment, then tapped the light particle projector with his mechanical claw: "Put it on."

"but……"

"Put it on, and it will tell you what to do."

Quentin sighed helplessly and put on the light particle projector. This thing seemed to possess a magical power; the moment Quentin put it on, his entire demeanor changed, and smoke slowly rose from the fish tank, enveloping his face. Mysterio leaped down from the prepared platform, landing steadily on the ground.

Kingpin clapped his hands and walked over with a satisfied smile—it was Saturday, and Mysterio was going to take care of Spider-Man, and it hadn't even been a week since he'd said he'd get a raise, so there was no need to give him the five thousand dollars.

Of course, that's not important. What's important is that we can finally take care of that damn Spider-Man.

“Quentin, no, Mr. Mysterio, I’m glad you chose me today. Don’t worry, even if you fail, I will guarantee your safety.” Kingpin smiled and made a request: “I want my men to be able to move freely while you’re on your mission. Is there a way?”

“Dr. Octavia and I designed an optical eyepiece specifically for this situation; just ask him for it.”

Mysterio snapped his fingers.

After flashing, countless drones took to the air in an orderly fashion and then disappeared one after another. Next, all the LMDs also took to the air and vanished, leaving only Mysterio, who strode confidently out. Watching Mysterio leave, Otto thought of Norman Osborn and couldn't help but sigh.

"He even put my name first, he's such a good person."

At 7:00 AM sharp, Avengers Tower.

"Captain, do you think our Spider-Boy is a bit socially awkward? He hasn't come to say hello since we got back, and he hasn't used the Avengers' lab again." Tony stood in front of the conference table, holding a glass of milk in one hand and checking Peter Parker's search history on the virtual interface with the other. One of the records was that the true identity of the spider swarm had been found, but Spider-Man had already dealt with it, so there was no need to pay attention to it anymore.

Another frequently searched figure is Quentin Baker, a Hollywood special effects artist who has been missing for more than two months.

"He tricked multiple film companies into investing in new special effects technology, and was sued by several special effects companies..." Tony boredly threw the old news into the trash can, and when he realized that Captain America hadn't answered him, he asked, "Did you hear what I said, Captain?"

"Hmm? Sorry, I was thinking about something else."

Captain America, legs crossed, looked at the sketchbook on his lap. It contained a sketch of T'Challa, the Black Panther. The Avengers' press conference was in a few days, where they would announce T'Challa's joining the Avengers. The addition of a non-American, especially a foreign leader from the Third World, to the Avengers would greatly improve their reputation, thus further decoupling the Avengers from the United States and S.H.I.E.L.D. "What about Hank?"

“He’s studying that… projector Spider-Man left in Avengers Tower.” Captain America didn’t know what it was either, but he frowned as green smoke billowed into the distance from the streets of New York City. He put his sketchbook aside, looked at the smoke, and then turned to look elsewhere.

Not just in front of us, but all around Manhattan, the air was thick with this kind of smoke.

"Tony? What are those?"

Tony Stark glanced at the smoke and immediately called Jarvis to perform a spectral analysis. Jarvis provided the relevant information in just one second.

[Warning: The spectral data contains errors; no chemical components can be analyzed from a spectral perspective.]

Then, from the smoke, one after another, hundreds of meters tall, with round glass heads, wearing green fish-scale armor, with wide purple cloaks draped over their backs, stood up, their arms crossed in front of their chests, their chests puffed out.

"New Yorkers, get ready to welcome the mystery guest!"

The towering giants raised their hands, one of them soaring high into the air, his head gradually overlapping with the rising sun. His form faded, leaving only a massive glass helmet. Like a drop of ink falling into a glass, black smoke filled the helmet, and within seconds, the sun was completely blackened, plunging the world into a brief darkness. Starlight began to twinkle, casting its glow upon Manhattan at seven in the morning.

The entire city of New York was plunged into darkness, but then, countless lights flashed from landmarks such as the Avengers Tower and the Empire State Building, illuminating the air in perfect unison. The enormous Mysterio hovered in mid-air and took a gentle step.

The green smoke beneath his feet transformed into smooth, emerald-like steps, his footsteps clearly audible as he slowly descended from mid-air, surrounded by no cameras or anything else. Yet, all the giant screens in New York displayed footage of Mysterio's descent.

"You have ten minutes to park your car, find a quiet cafe, restaurant, library, or stay at home, turn on your phone, and enjoy the perfect performance that Mysterio has for you. If you can't do that, the streets of New York are in danger."

Mysterio raised his hand, and as he did so, the lights shining on him turned off one by one. A bright moon gradually rose, and its increasingly dazzling light shone on him. Mysterio bowed deeply, just like a musician thanking the audience on stage.

“While I’m performing, crime in New York City might go on a crazy rampage, so I invite all of New York’s superheroes to stop me. Once they stop me, New York will return to normal.”

[Audio track data analysis complete, confirmed to be the missing person Quentin Baker. Following Mr. Peter Parker's advice, all optical acquisition will be shut down, and sonar imaging will be used for observation.]

“Imaging with electromagnetic waves, Jarvis, get the centurion in position.”

Tony stylishly downed his milk in one gulp, interrupting Captain America who was about to get up: "Continue your artistic creation, art student. Iron Man, handle this!"
[Mark 33 Silver Centurion is ready.]

A meteor shot up from Avengers Tower, hurtling towards Mysterio in mid-air. The supersonic Iron Man armor pierced through Mysterio's illusion, but caught nothing. Instead, the illusory Mysterio turned and fired a laser, knocking the overshooting Iron Man down. The plane crashed in Central Park, carving deep furrows in the grass.

[No feedback was received from electromagnetic wave imaging; the other party's equipment is suspected of using stealth coating technology.]

"Next time, say something earlier, Jarvis, activate sonar imaging."

Iron Man climbed out of the ditch and stared at the densely packed attack drones on the screen, their gun barrels pointed at him, and remained silent for a moment.

"What the hell!"

(End of this chapter)