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

Chapter 808 Searching for a Doctor
"The Lonely Confessor - Tony Stark's First Exclusive Interview".

Peter, dressed in a Spider-Man suit, crouched on the exterior wall of a building in New York, looking at the interview transcript written by Mary Jane on his phone. Of course, the newspaper showed a photo Peter had taken of Tony, who was wearing a dark red suit, holding a wine glass, and looked calm and rational.

"I have a little admiration for Jonah Jameson for getting an intern to get a photo taken by a non-employee onto the front page of the Daily Bugle. But personally, I think the article was really well written, though that's just my opinion."

"According to reports, Spider-Man and his fellow spider monsters are increasingly appearing on the streets of New York!" Jonah Jameson clearly couldn't handle Spider-Man's praise for more than three minutes: "I can't help but ask, when will our city get rid of these ever-increasing number of spider monsters!"

"I received a letter from a viewer who said he was a window cleaner in New York. He said that last month, a female Spider-Man in a white suit threw a criminal into the air while stopping a crime and then spun him into the glass wall he was working on! That prevented him from working properly for two whole hours. There is no doubt that these spider monsters are turning the skies over our city into a threatening space!"

Peter grumbled as he scrolled through Mary Jane's articles: "I don't even know if you can figure out the logic in what you're saying, Jonah, but never mind."

Hey! Spider-Man!

Laurie, who keeps pigeons, came out and saw Spider-Man scrolling through his phone. Peter looked up at Laurie and said, "Hey, Laurie, is that Lara Croft in your hand? Not Carl?"

"Yes, what a lovely girl. It would be even better if those thugs didn't keep thinking about smashing things at them."

Laurie laughed, then released the pigeon in her hand and asked Peter, "Um, Spider-Man, can I ask you something? I heard that Stark Industries' stock has started to rise again. Does that mean that electricity prices can come down again? I kind of miss those days. Did Iron Man mention this to you?"

"Oh yes, he said that. He said the electricity price would remain the same as before—I mean, a 50% reduction."

These issues were actually mentioned in today's reports, but like many Americans, Laurie has reading difficulties. Faced with interviews that take up the entire page, they can hardly read the whole report.

"Oh, that's great! I'm finally able to save up some money. I hope to get a bigger pigeon coop and some automatic water dispensers and feeders for these kids."

Laurie laughed, while Peter, expressing his anticipation, asked, "By the way, did you know there's a doctor in New York who's offering free prosthetic limb replacements and medical treatment? I'd like to meet him."

“I’ve heard about it, but I’m not usually sick, so I haven’t gone to see a doctor.”

Laurie took "Carl" out of her pigeon coop and released the pigeons: "And who knows if those so-called free services are really free, or just a one-time free service? Maybe they're not using any good medicine, and you'll have to go back soon and spend your money on their medicine. It's better not to trust doctors with unknown backgrounds."

“That makes a lot of sense. Well, I should get back to patrol now. Have a nice day, Laurie, and your pigeon friends.”

“You too, Spider-Man!” Laurie waved, watching Spider-Man swing away on his webs. Peter, meanwhile, swung along, deep in thought. For the past few days, he'd been enlisting the Defenders' help to investigate this strange doctor, especially enlisting Jessica Jones, a detective, but so far, they'd found nothing. As for S.H.I.E.L.D., while Nick Fury might be able to handle things quickly, telling Fury was practically the same as telling Hydra.

What if the other party is actually a good person, and then Hydra comes knocking on our door? That would be terrible.

Many of the poor people at the charity banquet were clearly not interested in those who were physically able. They were only looking for all sorts of sick people, especially those with physical disabilities, to carry out missionary work. They kept saying that this was "the gospel given by the messenger of the Lord," and they kept repeating the same things over and over again. Sometimes Peter couldn't even tell what these people were talking about. They were talking in a very mysterious way.

"What's even more outrageous is that the spider robots have no way of tracking them and there are problems such as signal interference. I'm really looking forward to seeing that mysterious doctor more and more now."

Peter leaped onto the umbrella of the hot dog stand, grabbed his hot dog, and then, while swinging on his web, ate it and searched for potential patients. Since all technological means had failed, the only way to investigate the problem was through the simplest method: surveillance.

Fortunately, he did have some professional detective friends. While Peter was searching for his target by snagging on the spider webs, Jessica Jones had already sent him coordinates, which surprised Peter quite a bit.

"South Bronx? That's the area with the highest crime rate in New York, and it's not even in Manhattan! It's separated from Queens by Brooklyn! I'm getting more and more curious about who this doctor is. Come to think of it, I've lived in New York for over ten years and I've never been to the Bronx."

Peter swam northwards, thinking to himself, through Manhattan to the Bronx, further north of Harlem, a proper borough, a whole community. If Harlem was the black slum and enclave of Manhattan, then you can imagine what a super-sized Harlem would be like, further north, separated from the heart of New York City by the Hudson River.

This is the area with the highest crime rate in all of New York City, even higher than places like Hell's Kitchen.

Surprisingly, as Peter made his way to the destination, he encountered no gangs or criminal activity; the place was eerily quiet. When he arrived at the clinic, he found it was just a very old, three-story townhouse, indistinguishable from its neighbors on either side.

Peter's spider sense didn't register either.

He raised an eyebrow, then walked to the front of the clinic and knocked on the door.

Then, Dr. Ultron opened the door for him.

Hello, Spider-Man.

(End of this chapter)