Rebel Army

The two entered the sewer.

To avoid any misunderstanding, John removed his mask beforehand.

During this time, John kept pressing Peter Wandagore Knights about the castle.

"Wandagore Knights is no match for me, but with the High Evolutionary, his power has exceeded my imagination," Peter said truthfully.

"If the Rebel Army can't even handle those Fearsome Foursome, I don't think they're capable of overthrowing the rule of the High Evolutionary."

Just then, a dissatisfied voice came from the other end of the sewer.

"Are you underestimating us?"

Peter and John looked up and saw a hovercar driving through the wide sewers, with three people inside.

A girl with orange hair tied in a ponytail, an old man with blond hair and a somewhat fierce face, and a boy who was also blond but covered in bandages.

Men, women, young and old—everyone was there.

Peter even suspected that the two blond men might be grandfather and grandson.

"You are the Rebel Army?"

Peter asked.

The blond older man, clearly annoyed, drifted, blocking the car in front of Peter and John, then jumped out and aggressively rammed into Peter's face.

He's not tall, but he has a bad temper.

"So you underestimate us, the Rebel Army?"

"Boy, don't think you're so great just because you fought against Wandagore Knights!"

"I don't think so. It's you guys who, despite never having competed with them, think you're so great," Peter retorted.

"You!"

Old Man Blonde was so angry he wanted to punch Peter, but the orange-haired girl stepped in and calmed him down, saying, "Alright, Blumley, what he said is true."

"And what we need to do now is unite all forces that can be united, not argue."

"At least there's someone reasonable."

Peter crossed his hands.

The man called Blumley snorted in dissatisfaction and turned his head away.

The orange-haired woman began her introductions. "My name is Karen," Peter raised an eyebrow slightly, a name that mirrored his AI's, "This is Blumley, our mechanic and weapons engineer, and this is Kit."

The boy Kit didn't say anything, but instead took two candies out of his pocket and handed them to Peter and John.

"Thanks."

We still have several hundred people in the base.

"Several hundred people?"

"Is that all you have?" Peter asked.

This number is less than the number of trash cans in the city.

"And all the poor," Karen said optimistically, "They are all our hidden members. Tell me about you."

"My name is John Jameson, I'm Spider-Man, and we're from another planet," John introduced himself.

"He's a stinking orc!" Blumley glared at Peter.

"No, he's human," John quickly explained. "There are no orcs on my planet..." He thought of Connorson, then became uncertain again, "Maybe."

Peter then lifted a small part of his mask, revealing his human chin.

Blumley's expression softened slightly.

"As long as they're not orcs, that's fine. I can't work with those stinky orcs." He seemed to be arguing with someone.

An old stubborn man.

"You must have had a very hard time," Peter said to Karen with sympathy.

It's not just about fighting the orcs, but also about taking care of some problematic members of the Rebel Army.

"That's why I need your help even more." Karen, like a true leader, looked at Peter and said, "Besides your two great assistance, I also want to know about the situation in the Tower and the situation of Wandagore Knights."

"The Fearsome Foursome need not worry."

Peter said casually, "I easily subdued them, and even knocked the goat's croissant off with one punch. Hopefully, his girlfriend won't mind his baldness, if he even has one."

Kit, wrapped in bandages, immediately looked at him.

"Is this true?" Karen's eyes lit up.

Blumley, however, thought he was bragging.

"Of course it's true. My suit has a recording function. Would you like to see Spider-Man training the circus animals?"

Before they could answer, Peter started playing it himself.

He had been playing it before they even infiltrated, and when the orange-haired girl heard Peter call out Karen's name, she gave him a surprised look.

Peter explained, "Coincidentally, my AI shares the same name as yours."

"That's normal; it's a name that's everywhere."

Then they saw how Peter infiltrated and easily subdued the Four Horsemen.

Even Blumley was incredibly surprised, thinking to himself, "No wonder this guy doesn't take the Four Horsemen seriously; appearances can be deceiving."

Then the Ultimate Evolution occurred.

"He's a Supreme Evolution!" Karen was about to open her eyes wide and continue watching Peter quickly cut off the screen.

Why didn't you release it?

"Um, the rest of the plot will be a secret for now. All you need to know is that Spider-Man escaped successfully, that's enough," Peter said awkwardly.

Anyone could tell he must have been beaten up badly.

"So you think we can't win? His strength is beyond your imagination?" Karen asked.

No, not at all.

Peter immediately shook his head. "I've seen people countless times more powerful than him, like Hacker Spider-Man."

He turned to John and said.

"He rarely shows his face," John said.

"Of course, he is the head of the Galactic Plumbers, and the entire universe is under his jurisdiction. The Supreme Evolution only dares to act recklessly on this one planet. Once outside this planet, he has to lower his head and behave himself."

On this planet, you are called the High Evolutionary; outside of this planet, what will you be called?

"He once overthrew the tyranny of a planet in a single month, defeated the cosmic overlord, and swept across Three Great Empires..."

Peter recounted Ben's achievements, stories that John knew nothing about, and John listened with great interest, wishing he could take his place.

"My advice is not to confront them head-on; it's best to wait for the Galactic Plumbers's Association to come to our rescue," Peter said. "If all goes well, the Galactic Plumbers should find me within two weeks."

He considered that since he owned Copytrix, the Galactic Plumbers might be more at ease with him.

But after two weeks of no contact, one should have realized something was wrong.

"Two weeks, okay, we can wait," Karen agreed.

But Blumley said anxiously, "No, Karen, have you forgotten that the Ram Knight is secretly researching biological poisons? If he succeeds, he could kill us all at once!"

"Have you forgotten that the Ram Knight has already been defeated, haven't you, Blumley?" Karen said.

"Two weeks? We can wait that long."

Two weeks passed in the blink of an eye.

But the support Peter had anticipated never arrived.