Peter: Is Your Name Jameson?

Contraxia.

Inside the office of a newspaper called Daily Byte.

The newspaper owner, holding a large stack of Spider-Man photos, burst into laughter.

"Wow, that's amazing! Where did you get so many hot, first-hand photos?"

Peter looked at the middle-aged boss and felt a sense of familiarity, but at that moment he was unaware of what he was about to face.

"I just happened to meet him, and coincidentally, I'm a professional photographer."

"This guy," the newspaper owner pointed to the Spider-Man photo, and said, "He dared to attack the Wandagore Knights ' base, and before the warrant was even issued, you've already gotten so many photos for me. Our newspaper is going to be a huge hit this time!"

"Congratulations then, my money..."

When the topic of wages and compensation came up, the newspaper owner's enthusiastic expression vanished instantly, replaced by shrewdness.

He casually pulled out a few banknotes and impatiently poked them at Peter.

"Take it! Then get out of my office!"

"What?" Peter looked at the pitiful few bills in surprise, and said in disbelief, "Your bounty of five hundred thousand requires Spider-Man's money, but this doesn't even have five thousand."

What vampire Grandet?

This guy in front of him was even more Jameson than Jameson, and Peter suddenly felt a sense of familiarity return.

It was as if he had returned to Earth in an instant.

"I should really call John over and tell him he doesn't need to go back to Earth; I've found him his real family here."

"We all know it's just a smokescreen," the newspaper owner said matter-of-factly. "Nobody would spend half a million dollars on a picture of an insect; only Mrs. Fulmin's explicit photos are worth that price!"

That Mrs. Fulmin is far too worthless.

Peter thought to himself, then quickly pulled all the photos back. "I'm sorry, our collaboration has to end before it even began. I'm sure there are plenty of newspapers that would want these photos."

He turned to leave, but the other person decisively called him back.

"Wait!"

"Ten thousand yuan!"

"No more!"

"You should know that since you're unwilling to provide proof of identity, only I would be so generous as to buy your photo of unknown origin."

The other party said, half-jokingly.

Fortunately, Peter really didn't want to argue any further, and they eventually settled on a price of ten thousand dollars per ticket.

The other party immediately became critical, criticizing his photos and belittling them to the point of being worthless. They then painstakingly selected four photos from different angles and demanded that Peter not sell the unselected photos to other newspapers before he agreed.

At least we have enough for living expenses.

He sighed.

He looked down at the broken watch, which was hidden by his sleeve.

Copytrix.

That's what he calls the Copy Watch.

The number of Alien Hero stored in the table is limited, and they only have basic functions, not even Capture Mode.

But it was his secret weapon, and now it's damaged.

It can transform, but the transformation state and duration are unstable, and you might accidentally get yourself into trouble.

To make matters worse, he didn't have the ability to fix it.

"And that black box."

"It kept my Spider-Sense constantly active, even after I was far away from that tower, I still felt a sense of impending death."

Peter was very worried.

This means that if that thing explodes, it could blow the entire city to smithereens.

The watch can only be repaired after he sees Ben again, but he needs to find a way to get the box back.

Peter returned to the clinic with a heavy heart. John and Naoko unaware of his worries, but they knew that Spider-Man had caused trouble for the Wandagore Knights, and they were both very surprised by his actions.

Zayn even regarded him as a hero.

"No one has ever done what you did. The Rebel Army must know about your feat. With you joining them, their chances of winning are even greater," Naoko said.

"For me, just being able to pay the rent is already a blessing," Peter said helplessly.

Having witnessed the power of the High Evolutionary, he had lost much hope for the Rebel Army.

There was little hope, at least not until reinforcements from the Galactic Plumbers arrived.

"Here, this should be enough for our rent." He took out 20,000 yuan and handed it to Naoko.

Naoko originally wanted to waive their rent, but she and Zayn were also struggling financially. Their clinic mainly served poor people from a few blocks away, and she often treated them for free. Now that they had some income, it would definitely ease their burden considerably.

Thank you, Peter.

She said gently.

Peter Parker, that's supposedly another person's name.

Mr. Spider-Man- Man was unwilling to reveal his real name to John, so he "borrowed" the name of his friend Peter.

"I can use the remaining money to buy another mattress, so I won't have to sleep on the sofa anymore," Peter to find humor in his predicament.

He's now sharing a room with John.

"By the way, Peter..." John began, pausing for a moment as if he were a little uncomfortable, "It's really strange calling Peter's name in your face."

He had met Peter in person.

Peter was taking pictures of Solaris One before its launch.

He was also a handsome young man, but compared to the guy in front of him, the other person looked thinner and quieter, clearly the kind of bookworm with little strength.

And Spider-Man's blond hair is just too eye-catching.

"The Rebel Army have replied to Naoko; we'll meet them tonight, what do you say?"

John was somewhat agitated.

He was just a young man, and at that moment he hadn't realized how cruel war was; all he could think about was the great revolution.

Perhaps I will make a name for myself?

"No problem."

It's evening again.

"It's curfew now. The beastmen don't allow humans to wander around outside this late. You'd better be careful," Naoko warned.

"No problem, as long as we don't look human," Peter laughed.

John immediately changed his appearance, transforming into a tall, humanoid lion.

"Lion Beast? That's a bit ominous."

Peter shook his head, didn't put on the bionic mask, but instead put on the battle suit and activated stealth mode.

"Incredible! No matter how many times I watch it, this technology still amazes me."

"You must be careful."

Peter and John went out the door.

Above, towering buildings pierced through the clouds, their dazzling neon lights swirling in the mist, creating a scene resembling a fairyland; but below the clouds, however, lay a lifeless and stagnant landscape.

"There's a clear class divide here, at least not in New York," John remarked.

"That's because Primus controlled the entire economy of New York; otherwise, there probably wouldn't be much difference," Peter said.

The two walked quietly through several streets and turned into a dark alley.

This is it.

John took out a map, compared it to the map, then counted the bricks on the ground and lifted a manhole cover.

"Great, it's the sewers again."

Peter complained, "Why do I still have to crawl through sewers even on another planet? I'm Spider-Man, not Rat-Man!"