Spider and Bat (Part 1)

In an alley in Queens New York, Peter was hiding behind a dumpster. Pikachu perched on his shoulder, peeking out with its little head. He said, "Are you sure those monsters you're talking about are here?"

"Of course, I followed them for several days; this is one of their small strongholds."

"Okay, so what are you planning to do now?"

"I have to eliminate them. Besides this small stronghold, there are two larger strongholds on the two streets next door."

Pikachu jumped onto the trash can and stared at Peter. Pikachu said, "Are you sure you can beat them? If it's really like you say, and there are seven or eight of them, you won't get the better of them."

"Actually, I'm not sure, but I have to do it." Peter shrugged, his spider-head hood squinting at the two white eyes, and then said, "I learned from Gwen that the New York Police Department is hunting these monsters, and many officers have been wounded. Their bullets and tear gas are useless against them."

"This should be a pretty tough enemy, but I'm determined to take them on by myself. I haven't faced any decent opponent on my own since I started being Spider-Man."

"Are you really not going to tell your friends? Aren't you afraid of encountering some danger or trouble that you can't handle?"

"No, this time I'm going to do it myself," Peter said firmly. "I'm Spider-Man, not anyone's appendage. If I can't do anything without someone else, what kind of hero am I?"

Then Peter reached out and ruffled Pikachu's hair, saying, "You have to keep this a secret for me too."

Pikachu waved its hand and flicked its tail, saying, "Don't worry, Detective Pikachu is very tight-lipped. We're best buddies, I'll keep it a secret for you."

The next morning, Pikachu was happily devouring a sandwich that was enormous for its size when Schiller spread a spoonful of jam on the bread and asked, "So what are those monsters? Did you see them?"

"No, but Peter said they seem to drink human blood, and that's why the police are chasing them, though it doesn't seem to be going very well."

"Blood-sucking? Vampires?" Schiller tried to recall the descriptions of vampires in Marvel comics, but found he could barely remember anything. The native Earth vampires in Marvel seemed to have no distinguishing features, just like most legendary vampires, afraid of silver, garlic, holy water, and crosses.

"Do you think that's within Peter's capabilities?"

Pikachu swallowed the sandwich in his mouth and said, "With Spider-Man's fists and Detective Pikachu's brains, what enemy can't we defeat?"

"That being said, I think Peter hasn't fully matured yet, and he might need some help."

"Help? You'd be that kind?" Pikachu stared at Schiller with his round eyes. Schiller smiled, and Pikachu shivered. He knew that whenever Schiller showed that smile, someone was about to be in trouble.

Just then, Steve, who was jogging in the morning, pushed open the door on time and said, "Good morning. I should ask S.H.I.E.L.D.. for breakfast reimbursement, since I always eat breakfast here."

Schiller didn't mind at all. He pointed to the chair next to him and told Steve to sit down. After all, Western breakfasts are all self-service, with bread heated and coffee brewed by the customer, and Steve couldn't eat much anyway.

Unexpectedly, Coulson, dressed in a suit, also came in. He seemed a bit flustered and said, "There's been some trouble in Queens lately, Captain. I have to work overtime. I'll arrange for another agent to take care of your needs. He'll come over this afternoon to hand over the shift."

"Don't worry, I'm not a baby. Can't I take care of myself?" Steve took a bite of his sandwich and asked somewhat vaguely, "What's going on in Queens? I've noticed the agent have been quite busy lately. Are you dealing with someone?"

Coulson pursed his lips, clearly knowing something but unwilling to say it. Schiller said, "Our good neighbor Spider-Man has been going there a lot lately."

Coulson paused for a moment, then said, "Spider-Man? What's he doing there?"

"I heard he's got his eye on a group of monsters over there and is still investigating. It seems he plans to carry out this operation alone."

After Coulson walked out the door, he picked up the walkie-talkie at his waist and said, "Director, good news. Spider-Man plans to take on all the vampires in New York by himself, and he already has a complete battle plan..."

"Yes, I know. Of course, they're Shade this. Without Spider-Man's friends, how could he dare to do something so big all by himself?"

"Indeed, the Hand in turmoil lately, and we're short-handed. So I'll bring back those two squads from Queens. After all, with Stark and the Captain's help, even if it's just covert help, those vampires will be taught a lesson."

That night, Spider-Man, carrying Pikachu, used a Silk to stick to the wall and swung across quickly. During the swing, he turned around and threw two trash bags at the wall. Chasing him from behind was a group of giant bats with glowing red eyes, huge fangs protruding from their mouths, and sharp cries from time to time, making them look extremely terrifying.

Spider-Man shouted as he ran, "You bunch of flying rats! You think you can catch me? Come on, try!"

After saying that, he sped up and jumped onto a tall wall, the swarm of bats whizzing past him.

Behind the wall was a garbage dump, where a huge garbage truck was parked. Peter agile and ran to the back of the truck in a few steps. The garbage piles here were uneven, making it difficult for bats to fly. The bats transformed into human form, with pale faces, red eyes, and sharp claws on their hands.

Peter and Pikachu crouched down beside the garbage truck. Pikachu said, "Listen, you really need to time your move carefully. If they catch up with us, we'll be outnumbered."

"Don't worry, I've never felt so clear-headed before," Spider-Man said. "Dr. Connors is right, people need to use their brains more to become smarter."

"Do you think you've become smarter?"

"Of course, I have a very clear mind right now. You go to the driver's cab of the garbage truck, and I'll lure them over. Then I'll lead them around in a circle, and when they get close to the back of the truck..."

Soon, the vampires saw Peter standing on top of the garbage truck, waving at them and taunting, "Hey! You bunch of flying stinky rats! You're nowhere near as good as the rat friends I know! Want me to get you some peanut butter?"

There were about a dozen vampires in the group. They weren't originally from New York; they had just been transferred here. When they first New York, they found that the security was lax, and there weren't even any Vampire Hunter. So, of course, they ate to their hearts' content, and even drained two young policemen dry.

The strange man in the tight-fitting clothes dared to mock the noble vampire race so blatantly, and the leading vampire instantly transformed into a bat and pounced on him.

The vampire, transformed into a bat, had a wingspan of about two meters and was incredibly powerful when it swooped down from the air, but Peter was not afraid at all. He nimbly rolled to the side and jumped off the garbage truck.

The vampires that flew over his head didn't hesitate and pounced on the garbage truck. Then, Peter took advantage of his speed. When the bats pounced on the left side of the truck, Peter rolled around to the front of the truck. When they pounced on the right side, Peter pulled them back.

Sure enough, after a few rounds, the bats couldn't hold back any longer. They split into two groups, trying to flank Spider-Man, but this played right into Peter's hands. Several bats circled around from the left, while others surrounded him from the right. Peter quickly rolled to the back of the car, where the bats also gathered.

Peter yelled, "Pikachu! Attack!"

After shouting that, he used a Silk to stick to the garbage mountain and jumped away quickly. Before the bats could react, the back panel of the garbage truck opened, and a mountain of garbage instantly buried everyone.

Although these bats were large, there was even more garbage. Moreover, although the bats had wings, they did not have strong limbs to break free. They did not escape the moment the garbage fell and were buried alive on the spot.

Peter leaped into the air again, landing on the hood of the car. He high-fived Pikachu, who jumped out of the driver's seat. Peter said, "They should just be small fry. I heard from Gwen that these monsters should be able to use magic."

Before Peter could even drag the vampires out of the garbage dump and beat them up, police sirens blared outside the dump, clearly indicating that the police were also keeping an eye on the location and had caught up with them.

Peter jumped onto the hood of the car and glanced around. Pikachu said, "We have to go. Now is not a good time to deal with the police. After all, you're dressed no better than those monsters."

"I'm doing a good deed!" Peter said.

However, after hesitating for a moment, he followed Pikachu's plan, used his Silk to stick to the building next to him, and quickly left.

Mid-air, Peter said excitedly, "For some reason, I feel like today's operation went particularly smoothly."

"Did you see that? Before, when they were trying to surround me, I might have rushed in and knocked down one side first, which would have meant I would actually be surrounded. But today was different. Did you see my cool roll? I gathered them all together in one go..."

"You seem a bit different today. You used to love throwing punches, but today you actually defeated the enemy with your brain. I have to say, that's a big improvement, congratulations."

Peter swung to the roof of a building, put Pikachu down, and sat on the edge of the roof. He was very happy. Peter said, "Now I realize that my friends were right. Only wisdom plus force can defeat them better. There is nothing shameful about using your brain."

"And don't forget what Detective Pikachu taught you."

"What?"

"It's reconnaissance and preparation. Without the stakeouts of the first two days, would you have been able to figure out their speed and mobility after they transformed into bat form?"

"That wasn't taught to me by you, but by Doctor Schiller. In my opinion, the One thing you taught me is that there are good and bad mice too."

Pikachu spun around and lashed Peter's shoulder hard with its tail. Peter yelped in pain, rubbed his shoulder, and said, "What did I say wrong? Aren't you a mouse?"

"But they are bats, not mice."

Peter pursed his lips, clutched his shoulder, and said, "It's strange, really. Where did these monsters come from? Why can they turn into bats and suck human blood?"

"Gwen has been extremely worried lately because the two police officers who were attacked by vampires are still in critical condition, and she is very afraid that her father will also be attacked in the same way." Peter lowered his arms and looked into the distance, saying, "What's worse is that they seem to possess a strange power that can turn ordinary people into their offspring."

"So you'd better be careful. Although I think your suit is pretty good at defense, if you really get scratched, you'll turn into a rat too."