Marvel's Spider-Man: Web of Fate

“Oh, you’re that kid next door,” the Punisher lowered the muzzle of its energy cannon slightly, but the energy buildup continued.

Peter breathed a slight sigh of relief: "No, I'm not a brat."

Even a little devil won't admit he's a little devil.

“I’m not!” Peter retorted.

The Punisher said, "Only little devils would be so keen on helping old ladies cross the street every day."

Peter: Karen, didn't you say this guy was a ruthless killer? How come he's so sarcastic? Doesn't Spider-Man have any dignity?

Karen: ^-^!

Chapter 44 Investigation Progress

“Your heartbeat is certainly young, you’re not even 18 yet, kid,” Daredevil suddenly chimed in.

Peter:? (｀Д)ゞ

How come there's a monster here that can tell someone's age just by their heartbeat?

That's fucking terrifying!

Daredevil reached out and touched his eye, explaining, "I lost something, so I gained something."

Peter was a little confused at first, until he saw the lenses on Daredevil's mask, which looked like there were two glasses lenses, but were actually completely sealed.

This means that the people inside can't actually see outside.

This is clearly not the kind of clothing a normal person should wear.

So Daredevil is actually blind?

Of course, it's not that Peter was prejudiced against blind people.

On the contrary, after learning that Daredevil was blind, he was filled with respect.

It is not easy for able-bodied people to do these things, let alone people with disabilities.

"Kid, what are you doing here? Do you want to stop me like this guy?" the Punisher asked in a somewhat unfriendly tone.

Daredevil also "looked" at Peter.

Although Daredevil is blind, his other four senses—hearing, touch, taste, and smell—have all been enhanced to an epic degree.

After receiving instruction from the old man, he perfectly mastered his current state and developed human potential to its limit.

Although he is blind, these abilities give him a radar-like superpower, allowing him to accurately estimate the trajectory of moving objects.

At the same time, he also evolved radar senses.

This sense is even more advanced than Spider-Man's Spider-Sense. When developed to its fullest extent, it can even allow him to perceive every corner of Hell's Kitchen while sitting quietly at home!

Peter quickly waved his hand.

He didn't want to clash with this ruthless and sharp-tongued violent man.

He pointed to the energy cannon in the Punisher's hand and said, "Actually, this is what I came for."

The Punisher glanced down instinctively, frowning. "For this?"

“Hmm,” Peter nodded and said, “I’d like to ask, Mr. Custer, where did you get this weapon from?”

The Punisher narrowed his eyes at Peter, a dangerous aura spreading through the air: "You want to buy this weapon?"

“No, no,” Peter quickly shook his head. He felt that if he nodded, this guy would blast him into a roasted spider. “In fact, I also found these strange energy weapons in Queens. They are threatening the safety of the residents. I think someone must be making them, so they are investigating this matter.”

Peter actually wanted to say that he was an Avenger trainee who was doing this for Tony Stark.

But then I remembered that the Punisher's resume included an entry where he applied to join the Avengers but was rejected.

He decided against saying that.

What if this sharp-tongued, violent person is petty and jealous of him?

After all, he's not only handsome, but also so capable.

Oh, there is such a perfect little spider in the world.

Who is he?

It's Peter Parker!

The Punisher had no idea that Peter had suddenly become immersed in a sea of ​​narcissism.

Hearing Peter's explanation, the serious expression on his face softened slightly, and he said, "These things, I recently stole from the Irish kitchen members, you see?"

As he spoke, he kicked Grote's corpse on the ground and said, "This guy should be the last member of the Irish Kitchen. You're too late."

Peter:

He regretted watching the show earlier.

He should have intervened and stopped it, at least let him get the clues first.

Unfortunately, it's too late to regret it now.

Daredevil suddenly spoke up, saying, "The Cerberus also has similar weapons."

"Hellhound?"

"You think my patience is limitless?" the Punisher asked Daredevil angrily.

He then rushed to the edge of the building.

Peter was slightly taken aback, but quickly realized what was happening.

The two men's actions illustrate one point: the Hellhounds are in the vicinity!

Peter charged at the Punisher, shooting out webs to first stick the energy cannon in his hand, preventing him from reaching the trigger, and then pulled him down.

"Dude, at least let me finish asking my question first, okay?"

Although the Punisher was pulled back repeatedly, he stubbornly said, "Punishing evil is urgent; dragging things out will only create more complications!"

“Yes, yes, yes,” Peter pushed him against the chimney where Daredevil had been tied up and bound him with spider silk.

"Damn it, let me go!" the Punisher roared.

"Don't worry, I'll definitely let you go. Then you can go back to whatever you were doing." Peter smiled slyly, "but only after I've finished questioning you."

"You little brat!" The Punisher looked like he wanted to devour Peter.

However, how could a mere ordinary punisher possibly be a match for Peter?

The difference in physical fitness left him completely powerless to resist.

Peter ignored him and turned to Daredevil: "Mr. Daredevil, could you please keep an eye on him?"

Daredevil smirked: "Don't worry, this guy just tied me up, now the tables have turned!"

Peter got goosebumps: "Oh, this?"

Daredevil's superhuman senses detected Peter's emotional fluctuations, and he was somewhat speechless: "I'm not a pervert."

"You can even 'read' what I'm thinking?" Peter was even more surprised.

"A jolt? What kind of description is that?" Daredevil asked, puzzled. "I can indeed sense some emotional fluctuations, changes in heart rate, changes in body temperature, changes in breathing. When a person's emotions change, these things will react accordingly. You'll understand when you go blind like me."

Peter waved his hands repeatedly, "Thank you, but I don't want to go blind."

He figured it out; Daredevil was an optimist.

He didn't think being blind was something shameful to talk about; he even joked about it.

Hmm, quite an interesting person.

Peter waved again, walked to the edge of the building, and jumped.

Daredevil pointed him in the right direction; it was an abandoned residential building downstairs, the headquarters of the Hellhound gang.

Peter slipped in silently, and with his spider-sense, he could easily bypass all the thugs without alerting anyone.

Soon, he found several guys who seemed to be the leaders.

After some questioning, Peter got the information he wanted.

The weapons manufacturers are indeed in New York, but not in Manhattan or Queens; they're in Brooklyn!

The person who sold them the weapons was not Adrian Tooms, but a guy who called himself "Thriller".

This guy is wearing a pair of gauntlets that emit shockwaves that can shatter human bones.

Chapter 45 The Punisher of Freeloading

From their descriptions, Peter pieced together a rough outline of the arms dealer known as "Thriller".

He was a bald white male, around forty years old, who sometimes liked to wear a black knitted hat, had a full beard, and wore a shockwave-emitting glove on his right hand. He always had an arrogant look on his face.

According to those gangsters, he's a bit of a jerk.

If they didn't need the weapons the other party was selling, they would definitely have beaten him up a few times to vent their anger.

In addition, the horror character has a companion, but that person usually only drives.