Marvel: Spider-Man? No, I'm Superman!

However, the flight ability he most urgently wanted to awaken, namely the bio-field, has not yet been awakened.

"That's not bad either, much faster than Superman in the movies."

Peter was already very content. He remembered that in the Superman TV series from his previous life, the strongest Superman didn't finally awaken his ability to fly until the last season.

"Now that we have enough strength, it's time to change to a different mission."

Peter was actually quite eager to try other tasks.

"But which should we choose, one or two?"

However, Peter was somewhat conflicted at this moment.

"Never mind, I'll choose this one!"

Finally, Peter stopped hesitating and directly chose the second option.

He chose the second option because he felt that if he chose the first option, the subsequent tasks would likely follow the Superman route.

Although he is a superman, he doesn't have the same kind of compassion as a real superman.

She also doesn't like being someone else's nanny.

"However, it's definitely not okay to go out so openly, otherwise my house will probably be surrounded the next day."

Since he was going out to cause trouble, Peter naturally had to hide his identity.

Just as he was thinking about how to hide his identity, he suddenly saw the things he had casually tossed on the table when he came back earlier.

"Yes, I've chosen you!"

He grabbed the Spider-Man mask from his desk and pulled out the Spider-Man suit from his closet, a suit he had almost forgotten about.

Then he pulled out two small devices he had made after time travel from under the bed and placed them on his left and right wrists respectively.

"Hmm, apart from the clothes being a bit tight, it looks pretty good."

Peter admired his own dashing appearance in the mirror and felt very satisfied.

The next moment, he opened the window and jumped from the second floor without hesitation.

"Superman and Spider-Man, here we come!"

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Chapter 7 Spider-Woman (Signed, please add to your favorites)

At night, New York City presents two extremes due to the vast wealth disparity among its residents.

They were separated by only one street, yet they presented themselves as two completely different worlds.

On one hand, it's a world of extravagance and debauchery, like paradise. On the other hand, it's a world of painful struggle, like hell.

While countless ordinary people are already asleep, preparing themselves for a better work tomorrow, the wealthy neighborhood just across the street remains brightly lit and bustling as ever.

For the wealthy, the nightlife is just beginning.

Similarly, for some people who want to get rich quick without working, this place is also like paradise.

After all, this is a country full of "harmony".

Crimes are happening almost every moment.

Here it is, in a secluded alley at the border between the working-class and the wealthy neighborhood.

A group of stylishly dressed young Black men cornered a middle-aged woman against a wall.

"Ah! Help! Don't come any closer..."

Although I know very well that it's best not to go out alone at night in this seemingly harmonious city.

However, her family members' serious illnesses and her infant child, only a dozen months old and crying for milk, forced her to take the risk and find a more lucrative job at night.

However, although she was lucky enough not to encounter any accidents before.

But Lady Luck doesn't always favor one person.

Even today, she is surrounded by a group of thugs.

"Don't come any closer. I have money. You can have it all. Please, please let me go. My child is waiting for me to come back."

He frantically pulled out the spare change he had prepared beforehand from his pocket, hoping these guys would let him leave.

However, she underestimated the appetite of this group of thugs; how could a few dozen dollars in change possibly satisfy so many of them?

A burly man, wearing a classic Western cowboy hat and seemingly the leader of the gang, slowly took the change from the woman's hand.

He calmly straightened each bill, neatly stacked them according to the amount from largest to smallest, folded them in half, and then slowly put them into the back pocket of his jeans.

"Hehe, Madam, you don't think you can get rid of the brothers with such a small amount of money, do you?"

As he spoke, he slowly drew a silver revolver from his waist and skillfully twirled it several times in his hand.

The revolver, which was spinning, suddenly stopped and pointed directly at the woman.

"Hand over your bank cards and all other valuables, or my gun will come fast."

"That's right, our boss is the most famous quick-draw gunman on this street. You'd better hand over the money now, or we'll have to search your corpse for it."

Seeing their boss's elegant, cowboy-like movements, the other henchmen chimed in, flattering the woman while simultaneously threatening her.

"No, no, my husband and children need this money, please..."

Pointing a gun at her, the woman was terrified and cried out in anguish, begging for mercy from the group.

However, the "Western cowboy" pointing the gun at her did not lower it. Instead, he slowly spoke, counting each word deliberately: "Three..."

Nourishes...

Unfortunately, before he could count to two, a silvery-white spider silk suddenly shot out from the darkness, accurately hitting the wrist of the man holding the revolver.

"who is it?"

The gang leader, who resembled a cowboy from the West, was shocked and lost all his former elegance.

However, he was met with a tremendous force that came through the spider silk clinging to his arm.

The immense force even lifted him up, his muscular body seemingly weightless, and the revolver in his hand slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground.

The moment he was lifted by the spider silk, a figure suddenly darted out from the darkness.

She kicked him hard in the face.

The burly man felt as if his face had been hit head-on by a car.

He was sent flying backwards instantly, and while in the air, several teeth mixed with blood spurted out of his mouth.

She didn't completely lose consciousness until she hit the wall behind her.

"Boss!"

The other thugs didn't even see what had just happened.

All they saw was their boss suddenly fly up and then crash into the wall, his fate unknown.

Then they saw a guy dressed in a black and white bodysuit with a hood and spiderweb-like patterns on it, who had appeared in front of them at some point.

"Oh no, it's Spider-Woman."

A week ago, Spider-Woman's name had already resounded throughout New York City, and street thugs knew that there was a guy who was always causing them trouble.

At that moment, they instantly realized that the person who had suddenly appeared before them was none other than Spider-Woman, the champion of justice who instilled fear in New York City's criminals.

"Everyone, run!"

The next moment, the remaining thugs scattered and scrambled out of the alley. Only one young man seemed to be so frightened that he collapsed against the wall because his legs were too weak.

"Haha, that saying is indeed true. You don't need to run faster than the predator, just faster than your companions."

A young Black man was running the fastest, far ahead of his companions, and was about to run out of the alley.

"Great, I'm safe once I'm out of the alley."

But before he could even feel happy, he found himself unable to move forward any further, just one step away from the edge of the alley.

But this very step is like an insurmountable chasm.

The next moment, a tremendous force struck, and he was sent flying backward uncontrollably.

He was then slammed into a wall by a tremendous force.

Puff puff……

The next moment, he was completely stuck to the wall in a shameful position by several clumps of spider silk.

Meanwhile, his other companions also suffered the same treatment as him.

Before they could escape the alley, they were all stuck to the wall one by one with spider silk in all sorts of strange ways.

It resembles a bizarrely shaped mural.

"Hehe, all done."

Spider-Woman subdued almost all the criminals without experiencing the slightest difficulty.

"No, there's one more."

However, the next moment, her spider sense suddenly activated, and she almost instinctively turned around instantly, shooting a ball of spider silk behind her.

"Huh? How is that possible!"

However, her spider silk, which she almost never misses, failed to hit its target this time.

Because of the threat she originally sensed through her spider-sense.

At this moment, he has been captured by a mysterious person.

A tall, imposing figure suddenly appeared in the dark alley.

At this moment, he was holding the neck of the thug who had just collapsed on the ground but then picked up a revolver from the ground, preparing to attack him from behind.

Although he used only one hand, he lifted a person weighing several tens of kilograms with incredible ease.

"Woooo..."

With his fate gripped by arms as strong as steel, the thug felt he was about to suffocate completely.