Peter came to his senses and hurriedly said, "Killing people is wrong, no matter what. We can turn him over to the police and let the law judge him. Besides, you'd go to prison for murder. That scumbag isn't worth it."
"Yeah, yeah! Don't break the law and turn to crime for my sake!" the hip-hop Black man quickly chimed in.
Du Mu lowered his gun and shook his head. "You've got the wrong idea about me. I'm no murderer. Why would I just start shooting people?"
Seeing that, Peter breathed a sigh of relief.
Looks like he's pretty reasonable after all.
Just as Peter was thinking that, Du Mu suddenly raised his foot and landed a precise Family Planning Kick between the hip-hop Black man's legs.
"AAAHHH!!"
The hip-hop Black man's eyes bulged. He immediately clutched his crotch and let out a bloodcurdling scream. Red and yellow liquid seeped through his pants. He probably wouldn't be using the men's bathroom for the rest of his life.
Peter instinctively squeezed his legs together and swallowed. "I know he planned to assault that woman, and that made you really angry, but wasn't that a little too harsh?"
Du Mu remained perfectly calm. "Oh, no. I was just annoyed because he insulted me earlier."
Peter: "..."
Is he really that petty?
Peter jumped down from the fire escape and grabbed the limp hip-hop Black man with one hand. "Man, I've gotta go. It was nice meeting you! I'm your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man!"
Before he'd even finished speaking, he shot a strand of Silk into the air and swung away.
He wasn't going to the police station, but to the nearest hospital.
Peter was genuinely worried that if the hip-hop Black man didn't get treatment soon, he'd meet God before he ever got to see a judge.
"Is that really Spider-Man? Could he actually be some kind of Spider-Spirit?"
Watching Peter swing nimbly between the skyscrapers, Du Mu couldn't help thinking it was amazing.
But what he was even more curious about was how Peter managed to swing around in places where the buildings were few and far between.
What was his Silk attached to?
The brown-haired woman retrieved her purse and hurriedly thanked Du Mu. "Sir, thank you for saving me!"
"No problem."
Du Mu smiled, then pointed his gun at her. "This is a robbery. Could you give me your purse back, please? Thanks."
The brown-haired woman: "???"
[Sin Value +0.01]
Du Mu walked out of the alley and casually tossed the purse away.
Fighting crime earned him Justice Value. By the same logic, committing crimes earned him Sin Value.
However, he still hadn't figured out what either of them actually did.
Du Mu couldn't be bothered to ask the Game System, either.
He didn't need to think twice to know that this artificial idiot would just tell him to figure it out for himself.
Whatever. Things would work themselves out, and he'd find out eventually.
Du Mu didn't dwell on it.
The most important thing about playing a game was having fun!
Just then.
Du Mu suddenly got a call from Tony.
"Hey, Du Mu. I'm throwing a birthday party at my place. Want to come over and hang out?"
"When?"
"Ten tomorrow night."
"Sure!"
Du Mu agreed without giving it much thought.
Come to think of it, this was the first time he'd ever been invited to a party by an NPC.
Did NPCs interact with players more when their affinity was higher?
That night.
Du Mu arrived at Tony's seaside mansion.
The place was bustling. All kinds of luxury cars were parked outside, and seeing them made Du Mu, the player, itch to get behind the wheel. He wondered whether he should drive one home later.
Inside the mansion, it was even livelier. Men and women dressed to the nines were dancing wildly to the pulsing music.
On the platform at the front, Tony wore the latest model of his armor, drinking as he danced to the beat. Or rather, he was gyrating.
In short, it was a painful sight.
Du Mu's eyes lit up. "System, record all of this and put it in a new album. Call it 'Teacher Tony's Try Not To Laugh Challenge.'"
[Camera mode activated]
Enjoying Tony's dancing, Du Mu went over to a nearby table and grabbed a few snacks.
Suddenly, he spotted a familiar figure in the crowd and immediately headed over.
"Black Widow, you're so good-looking!"
Du Mu greeted her with his mouth full of snacks, his words muffled.
The woman in front of him had a great figure, long red hair, and wore a leopard-print dress.
Of course, she wasn't the female Vampire he'd met before.
She was Natasha Romanoff, a Level 7 S.H.I.E.L.D. agent whose codename was Black Widow!
She was one of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s top agents—or rather, its number one agent.
Before Du Mu joined S.H.I.E.L.D., she'd been the only top agent with a perfect mission completion rate. You could say she was his senior.
Some time ago, Natasha had taken over Du Mu's assignment to monitor Tony. With just a few little tricks, she'd easily become Tony's personal assistant and left him completely smitten.
That was why the beauty trap was so effective.
Back then, Du Mu had volunteered for S.H.I.E.L.D.'s security screening and endured who knew how many rounds of tests, all so he could wait for this very move.
But after he'd finally made it to the last round, Nick Fury—the bald egghead—suddenly called off the screening!
Just thinking about it made Du Mu furious.
When Natasha saw Du Mu, she corrected him. "I'm Black Widow."
"Same thing, same thing." Du Mu waved her off.
Natasha's mouth twitched. "What are you doing here?"
She'd met Du Mu a few times before, so she had some idea of how he operated.
"Tony invited me. I had nothing else to do, so I came. Never thought I'd get to see a show this wild." Du Mu grinned.
Natasha looked at Tony, who was acting crazy onstage, and sighed. "I sent Tony Stark's blood back to headquarters. The lab tested it and found that the palladium content in his blood was extremely high. His health is deteriorating rapidly, and he has at most seventy-two hours left to live."
"I'm guessing he knows there's something wrong with him, which is why he's acting like this."
Natasha knew Du Mu had been promoted to Level 6 agent, so there was no need to hide classified information from him.
"Got it. One last bout of madness before he dies." Du Mu summed it up.
Natasha nodded. "You could put it that way. The lab is trying to figure out what to do. My assignment has also changed from monitoring Tony to stopping him from killing himself. If possible, I'd like you to talk to Tony. You two seem pretty close."
"No problem. Leave it to me."
Du Mu gave her a thumbs-up, looking every bit like someone who was saying, "You can count on me."
"A lot of people ask me, 'Tony, Tony, how do you use the bathroom in that thing?'"
At that moment, Tony picked up the microphone and addressed the crowd.
As he spoke, he made a relieved expression.
"Like this."
The crowd burst into laughter and cheers!
Someone even called out, "Tony, Tony, why don't you show us how you take a dump?"
"Yeah, do it!"
"I want to see too!"
"Take a dump! Take a dump!"
The crowd went wild.
You didn't see a billionaire relieving himself in public every day!
Watching Du Mu in the middle of the crowd, hand over his mouth as he egged everyone on, Natasha couldn't help wondering whether she'd made the right call.