Ghost-Spider

Li Wei saw Norman Osborn off, then returned to his office.

"2B, why don't you take off your blindfold?"

"People will think it looks strange at a glance."

Hearing Li Wei's words, 2B immediately said, "Master, the Tactical Visor can change its appearance."

"You should've said so earlier..."

Li Wei complained.

Sure enough, the blindfold 2B wore began to change. Whatever technology it used, it turned directly into a pair of glasses.

Now, Li Wei could see 2B's eyes.

Her eyes were cyan, carrying a mysterious air and making her seem rather aloof.

For some reason, looking into 2B's eyes gave people an immediate urge to pity her.

Li Wei pinched 2B's cheek. It felt firm and soft.

As he sat in his chair, 2B obediently came over to massage him.

"Red Queen, look into Norman Osborn's background."

Li Wei spoke.

Although Norman Osborn would be his partner from now on, he still had to remain cautious.

Just like Ma Sheng, who had painstakingly made himself a rare commodity, only to be discarded once he had crossed the river.

There was probably only one freak like that, but Li Wei still needed to be careful.

Of course, there were definitely not many people who dared break the rules.

After reviewing Norman Osborn's information, Li Wei also looked over Kingpin's.

Kingpin's business empire was terrifying. He had already achieved dominance in both the underworld and legitimate society.

According to Red Queen's information, he had used political donations to control many New York council members and had an extremely high chance of manipulating election results.

In fact, Kingpin had previously backed other candidates for mayor.

It was just that he wanted the position for himself now.

After becoming an underworld boss and a successful businessman, he wanted to add the title of political elite to his name as well.

Of course, Norman Osborn was no small figure either.

The Osborn Group was worth tens of billions of dollars. In New York, only Stark Industries could reliably surpass it.

After finishing, Li Wei did not linger and headed straight home from work.

"Master, Dr. Otto plans to conduct human trials on the Brain-Computer Interface tomorrow."

Red Queen appeared and spoke while he was in the elevator.

"So soon?"

Li Wei was somewhat surprised.

"The materials are complete. We only need to manufacture it according to them."

Red Queen explained.

Her presence had made the company's scientists much more relaxed.

Dr. Otto in particular loved having Red Queen assist him.

He did not need an assistant, but Red Queen was simply too versatile!

Other than physically making things herself, Red Queen could answer anything instantly.

Even Professor Connors had begun asking Red Queen to test data and analyze drug components.

"All right. I'll be there tomorrow."

Li Wei nodded.

He had originally wanted to slack off for a day, but that did not seem possible now.

Night.

Queens.

Ghost-Spider, clad in a black-and-white suit, sped between the buildings. Her blue high heels tapped against the glass with crisp clicks.

Then she leaped toward the ground, performing a Leap of Faith.

She hugged her knees and spun twice in midair like a diver, then flawlessly stretched out her body. Her web caught the wall and flung her forward, allowing her to strike even more poses in the air.

"Yeah! Perfect score!"

Ghost-Spider imagined herself competing in diving, and her movements became increasingly graceful.

Before long, she arrived at the location from the tip.

"FEAST Homeless Shelter."

New York had nearly the largest number of homeless people in America.

Homeless shelters provided these homeless people with places to rest and free meals.

Of course, they sometimes also offered free medical checkups...

This was not an act of kindness. They could make money from America this way too.

America had the Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program every year.

The money was not handed directly to homeless people, but given to various shelters instead...

To put it bluntly, everyone was merely making money under the guise of helping the homeless.

And if homeless people disappeared, no one would care.

That was why there were many hidden businesses involved.

The naive Ghost-Spider did not know any of this. She crouched atop a streetlamp and waited patiently.

At that moment, her phone rang, and she immediately fumbled around in a panic.

Seeing that it was her father George calling, she answered at once.

"Dad, I already ate outside. I made plans with a friend."

"A boyfriend? Is it that boss of yours?"

George Stacy's voice came through the phone.

"What? No, no."

She immediately pulled off her mask, revealing a delicate little face. It was Gwen Stacy.

"He's not my boyfriend yet."

"Oh! Not yet, so that means it'll be soon!"

George Stacy teased her, though he also felt a pang in his heart.

That was the downside of raising a daughter. It felt like a pig was rooting around in his precious cabbage.

"Dad! I'm hanging up!"

Gwen had wanted to argue, but when she saw vehicles arriving below, she hurriedly ended the call and hung up.

She put her mask back on and saw several vans open as people wearing demon masks stepped out.

"Devil's Gang. So it's you."

Ghost-Spider snorted.

It was this Devil's Gang that had attacked her boss before.

More than a dozen people got out at once.

From the largest van emerged a man whose entire body was black and white, as though he had been photographed on camera film.

"Mr. Negative."

Gwen already knew about him. She knew he was troublesome, so she did not attack rashly.

She did not know why these people had come to a homeless shelter.

"There's no one here today. Move out everything valuable."

Mr. Negative spoke at last.

He was furious too.

For no apparent reason, his homeless shelter had been acquired today?

And he did not even know how it had been done.

He only knew that a sum of money had appeared in his bank account.

But when he tried to use that money, he discovered that his bank account had been frozen!

That made him explode. His assets were gone, replaced with cash, and now even his card had been frozen?

No matter how he looked at it, he sensed a conspiracy.

He had originally intended to speak with the buyer, but now he felt that something was wrong.

So he brought his men here that night to take away everything that belonged to him—especially the important documents. He could not leave those behind.

Once those things fell into someone else's hands, it would be dangerous...

He had to deal with it in advance.

And they had to make it look like a robbery, breaking in by force.

"Bang!"

The Devil's Gang thugs immediately swarmed inside.

Mr. Negative tugged at his tie and followed them in. He had his men move the valuables while he headed straight for the office.

This place no longer belonged to him, so naturally, he felt no attachment to it.

The assets he had worked so hard to build had become someone else's in an instant. All he felt was anger.

Seeing what the Devil's Gang was doing, Gwen followed them inside without another word.

Since it was dark inside, the environment was perfect for her fighting style.

"Whoosh!"