Spider and Bat (Part 2)

Peter's smugness didn't last long, because he found himself in Big Trouble.

Since then, his name seems to have spread throughout the vampire community, and everyone knows that there is a man named Spider-Man who wants to fight against all the vampires in the world single-handedly.

Peter had no idea who had spread such a great reputation about him. He had only wanted to take down a small vampire stronghold single-handedly, and he had already succeeded.

His next plan was to take down another, slightly larger stronghold, but now, it's like he's stirred up a horde of rats. Whenever he appears in New York as Spider-Man, a swarm of giant bats will chase and bite him.

Peter flew between the buildings in Brooklyn District, followed by two or three bats. But Peter was perfectly clear-headed. He made a sharp turn in the air, rounding the corner of a building, causing the lead bat to crash into the corner of the wall.

Then he released the Silk and plummeted downwards, with the other bats following him. When they were less than two meters from the ground, Spider-Man shot out a Silk and swung up again, while the bats behind him, unable to brake in time, crashed to the ground.

Peter found that he had really changed a lot. He was now full of tactical plans. The terrain of half of Brooklyn was presented in his mind, with its ups and downs. He could clearly see where he could shake off his pursuers and where he could hide.

Although he used to wander around this neighborhood often, he would forget the layout as soon as he saw it. But when he needed it, the layout would reappear. This feeling fascinated Spider-Man and made him feel like he had everything under control.

Using a similar tactic, Spider-Man shook off two bats and landed on the building. Suddenly, a cloud of black mist appeared behind him, and a sharp claw attacked him. Spider-Sense reacted, Peter rolled away to dodge. He then knelt on the ground, staring intently at the cloud of black mist.

The black mist condensed into a figure, a white-haired man dressed in medieval attire appeared before Spider-Man. Like other vampires, he was pale and had a gloomy expression, but he appeared more arrogant. He said, "Spider-Man, is it you who wants to be an enemy of the great vampire clan?"

"Vampires? You're nothing but a bunch of winged rats."

Spider-Man slowly stood up, noticing his voice was deeper than the other man's. "You don't actually think the leader of the rats is any more noble than the others, do you?"

This angered the other party, and the white-haired vampire immediately transformed into a cloud of black mist, instantly appearing in front of Spider-Man. Peter's Spider-Sense activated again, and he rolled away once more. A Silk shot out onto the boxes piled on the roof, sending a bunch of boxes flying. The cloud of black mist had to transform into human form and use its arms to block the attack.

In that instant, Spider-Man vanished.

Spider-Man, dangling in mid-air, muttered to himself, "What did I just say to him? That was way too harsh!"

He touched his face and said, "Is this really me? Would I say such things?"

Spider-Man is a chatterbox, but he mostly uses trash talk to distract his opponents and rarely gets so hurtful. Peter isn't really good at swearing, and even when he distracts his opponents, it's always with a joking tone.

But Peter found it a bit unbelievable, yet also quite satisfying, that the high-ranking vampire was almost driven mad by him.

He thought what he just said was brilliant. So what if you have magic? Aren't you still just a winged mouse?

Upon returning to Queens, Peter noticed flames flickering on a street in the center. He quickly swam over and found that it was a street not far from Midtown High School, where chaos reigned as police were fighting vampires.

Spider-Man cursed under his breath, realizing he had fallen into a trap. No wonder the giant bats chasing him had been pushing him out of Queens. Luckily, he had kept a clear head and hadn't gotten too entangled with that high-ranking vampire, or they would have succeeded.

Peter was about to go down to help when he saw Gwen and her father George near the firefight zone. George was using his arm to shield Gwen. As the police firing slowed down and many high-ranking vampires suppressed the fighting, the place where the father and daughter were standing began to become increasingly dangerous.

Peter very anxious and wanted to go down to save the person, but the high-ranking vampire he had previously interfered with caught up with him.

These vampires are different from ordinary vampires; they can use teleportation and magic that extends claws from the black mist.

Teleportation doesn't pose much of a threat to Peter, since he has his Spider-Sense. Once the other party gets close, Peter's Spider-Sense will warn him, and then he can dodge.

However, the magical skill that extended claws from the black mist caused Peter considerable trouble.

Spider-Man mainly relies on his Silk to move in mid-air. The high-level vampire wasn't stupid either. Seeing this, he directly aimed his magic at Peter's Silk. Every time Peter tried to swing over, his Silk were cut by the claw magic, forcing him to quickly change direction.

Under this interference, Peter couldn't rush to save his girlfriend and her father immediately. As the line of fire pushed further back, the people on the ground were almost at their last chance to retreat. Behind them was the school district. Peter knew George's personality; he would never allow these monsters to storm the school.

Peter was frantic with worry and regret for not increasing the strength of his Silk. As several vampires surrounded George and Gwen, Peter's anxiety and anger almost consumed him. As the Silk was cut again, Peter felt something surging in his arm.

Driven by instinct, Peter shot out Silk once more. This time, the Silk was no longer white, but black slime.

Once the black Silk adhered to the wall, it seemed to come alive when faced with the magical claws. As soon as it was cut, more slime would surge up until the Silk became so tough that the magical claws could not cut it.

Peter quickly arrived at the scene of the firefight, used black Silk to stick a car to him, and swung it hard, sending the vampires that the police were pressing towards flying and crashing into the wall. All the police officers and George and his daughter were stunned.

Enraged, Spider-Man picked up a lamppost. Seeing the danger, the vampires behind him tried to turn into bats and escape, but Spider-Man swung the lamppost, knocking them all down one by one. After the initial shock, the police officers recovered and rushed forward to finish them off.

After venting his frustrations, Peter turned around and saw that George and Gwen were out of danger. He really wanted to go and check on them, but in the end, he hesitated and instead launched his Silk away.

Once he calmed down, he realized what had happened and looked at his arm in surprise, but there was nothing unusual there. Peter muttered to himself, "What happened? What was that black Silk just now?"

He fiddled with his wrist and removed the miniature Silk emitter from his suit. He opened the box inside and found that the raw materials had not changed. He tried again, and the emitted Silk was still white.

This sparked Peter's intense curiosity. Could it be that he had unlocked some new talent? This led him to start trying to launch Silk using various movements.

To outsiders, he looks like a weirdo in a tight-fitting suit, making all sorts of silly and ridiculous gestures on the rooftop, which is quite comical.

After struggling for a long time, Peter was exhausted, but he still couldn't successfully shoot out those black Silk again.

Peter thought his posture might be wrong, and just as he was about to try doing a handstand, a voice finally snapped in his head, "Don't even try! Are you an idiot?"

Peter was startled; he almost jumped up, then looked left and right and said, "What?! Who are you?! What are you talking to?!"

"I'm in your head! Didn't you even realize it?"

Peter stared wide-eyed in shock and exclaimed, "In my head? Then who are you? My second personality? Do I have dissociative identity disorder? Oh my god! I have to see Doctor Schiller!"

"No, no, no! Don't go! You don't need to see Doctor, I'm not your personality, oh damn it! Stop!! Don't run that way!!!"

Peter hesitated for a moment, then stopped and asked, "Then who are you?"

"I am an unlucky alien Symbiote. My name is Venom. As for the rest, your brain may not be able to understand it. You just need to know that I am here to help you."

"An alien Symbiote? You're an alien? That's so cool! But why are you inside my body?"

"Because you're a dim-witted weakling, if I hadn't helped you just now, you would be dead..."

How could you say that to me? Even without you, I would have found a way!

"You don't actually think that all these recent methods were your own ideas, do you?"

Isn't that so?

Peter then realized that he seemed to be a little different lately. No matter what he did, he would start to consider the plan first. Sometimes, making a plan was not enough, and he would prepare several contingency plans in his mind. Moreover, his ability to react on the spot and formulate tactical plans in times of crisis had suddenly improved by a lot.

"So you did that?" Peter asked. "Are there really such amazing aliens? Not only can they live inside my body, but they can also help me find solutions?... Wait, were you sighing just now? Why were you sighing? Although I'm not as smart as you, I'm not stupid either, am I? It shouldn't make you sigh, right?"

"Forget about those trivial matters, how do you plan to deal with these people chasing us?"

Peter hesitated for a moment, then scratched his head and said, "Anyway, they usually can't catch me. I can shake them off in a few rounds."

"Are you planning to spend every single day playing with them like this?"

"Is that not allowed? I'm free anyway."

"But I'm not free!!!" Venom roared, "Hurry up and take care of them all! Then we'll go eat heads!!"

"There are so many of them, how am I supposed to handle this... Wait, what did you say you wanted to eat?"

"Listen, you're the dumbest human I've ever met, bar none," Venom said.

"Now, use your not-so-bright brain to come up with a way that's above average, and then wipe them all out in one fell swoop, and we can have a holiday!"

"Do aliens need vacations too?" Peter asked. "Why do you seem so anxious? Do you have some business goal?"

Venom seemed somewhat agitated. He said, "Or rather, why are you so careless! You have plenty of time to devise a foolproof plan to defeat all the enemies, so why are you just sitting here?"

"Can we get moving? Find a room, think carefully, devise 200 battle plans, and then put them into practice immediately! Now! Quickly!!!"

Peter's head was spinning. He said, "Can't you keep your voice down? You remind me of my homeroom teacher."

"Besides, I don't have final exams coming up. I just wanted to take care of the two strongholds in this neighborhood. Now that I've accomplished my goal, I'm even planning to go on a date with Gwen tomorrow..."