Kill Spider-Man (Please Bookmark)

"People say women's intuition is accurate, but unfortunately, you guessed wrong this time."

Roy looked calmly at Natasha and spoke at an unhurried pace.

He and Natasha had some personal history and had enjoyed several deep exchanges beyond friendship.

Since he had transmigrated into the Marvel universe, it would have been hard to justify not having a deep exchange with the famous Black Widow.

However, he still had no intention of telling Natasha the truth.

From a certain perspective, the Jinchuriki was his new trump card.

It was unwise to reveal a trump card so casually.

"Really? It had nothing to do with you?"

Natasha continued.

"No."

Roy responded.

Natasha frowned slightly, staring at him as she pondered.

After thinking for more than ten seconds, she said softly, "Since it had nothing to do with you, can I hire you to investigate the origins of that giant creature?"

"If S.H.I.E.L.D. can offer compensation that interests me, I wouldn't mind investigating it for you."

Roy replied evenly.

Although Natasha had taken the initiative to bring up a commission, he was certain that she was merely testing him.

"What kind of compensation do you want?"

Natasha immediately asked.

"You're the one who wants to hire me now, not the other way around."

"You can figure out for yourself what kind of compensation will move me."

Roy said slowly.

Natasha fell silent once again.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

"My takeout is here. If you haven't had dinner, you might as well stay and eat with me."

Roy said to Natasha.

"Just staying for dinner?"

Natasha's eyes flickered as she gave him a seductive smile.

"If you want to do something else after dinner, I wouldn't mind either."

After saying that, Roy used the Body Flicker Technique and vanished from Natasha's sight before she could reply.

He soon returned to the dining room carrying the takeout.

Natasha's arrival had not been part of his plans.

However, he had ordered enough takeout for both of them to have a filling meal.

Natasha also came into the dining room from the living room.

"Want a drink?"

Roy walked over to the liquor cabinet, took out a thirty-year-old Macallan whisky, and turned to Natasha.

"A little would be fine."

Natasha responded.

"Want ice?"

Roy continued.

"What do you think?"

Natasha asked Roy in return.

Roy smiled and poured two glasses.

One had ice, while the other did not.

He handed the glass with ice to Natasha and kept the one without ice for himself.

The next afternoon.

Roy, who had been busy until the middle of the night before finally going to sleep, slowly opened his eyes.

He was alone in bed.

Natasha had left at dawn.

The Black Widow really was amazing!

After recalling his fierce clash with Natasha the previous night, he walked toward the bathroom with a satisfied expression.

Although they stood on different sides, he had to admit that Natasha was a truly delectable beauty in bed.

Her flexibility and agility rivaled that of world-class gymnasts and acrobats, allowing her to perform many difficult moves that ordinary women could not.

After washing up and changing into clean clothes, Roy used the Flying Thunder God Technique to arrive in Hell's Kitchen.

Rather than heading straight to the detective agency, he went to a restaurant nearby, intending to have lunch before going over.

After entering the restaurant, he chose a window seat and casually ordered several dishes.

After the waiter left, he began considering his next arrangements.

Tony had only returned to Los Angeles yesterday, so nothing would happen anytime soon. He would focus his energy on developing and building the Mark II and Mark III.

As for Obadiah.

Obadiah definitely would not stop there.

Unless he completely killed Tony and claimed Stark Industries for himself, he would never give up.

Moreover, he had surely discovered the miniature arc reactor in Tony's chest and set his sights on it.

As for whether he would still become Iron Monger like in the movie, Roy could not say for sure now.

The terrorists who had kidnapped Tony had all been killed by him.

Obadiah could not obtain the Mark I prototype the way he had in the movie.

Without the Mark I prototype as a reference, it would be difficult for Stark Industries' existing engineers alone to create the Iron Monger armor.

However, it would be a different matter if Obadiah found the Mark I parts Tony had left behind in the cave.

After thinking it over briefly, he decided to take things one step at a time.

With his current strength, even if Obadiah put on the Iron Monger armor, dealing with him would not take much effort.

Not long after, the waiter brought over the lunch he had ordered.

After lunch, Roy went to the detective agency, logged into a dark web forum, and looked over the commission emails he had received recently.

Although he did not know who the clients were, judging by the contents, none of these commissions could pass the system's evaluation.

When he had first transmigrated here, he knew nothing about the system's criteria.

But after carrying out several commissions approved by the system, he had discovered a pattern.

Without exception, every commission that passed the system's evaluation was related to "original characters."

Just as he was about to leave the dark web, he received a new commission email.

The commission was simple, containing only one sentence.

Kill Spider-Man!

The reward was twenty million dollars!

From the standpoint of the reward, twenty million dollars to kill one person was undoubtedly generous.

But if the target was Spider-Man, then the reward was not particularly generous.

Roy did not immediately reply. Instead, he opened the system's commission page.

Just like yesterday, the commission page only showed the mission to serve as Tony's secret bodyguard. No new commission had appeared.

In other words, the commission to kill Spider-Man had failed to pass the system's evaluation.

Since it had not passed the system's evaluation, there was nothing to consider.

Without any hesitation, he exited the dark web forum.

Killing Spider-Man would not be difficult for him now.

But killing Spider-Man for a reward of twenty million dollars was not worth it no matter how he looked at it.

Leaving everything else aside, as a famous American comic-book hero, Spider-Man was one of his potential clients. Perhaps one day, he could receive a system-approved commission from Spider-Man.

The client had not revealed their identity in the commission email, but Roy could roughly guess who it was.

Many people in New York wanted Spider-Man dead.

But very few could afford to offer twenty million dollars.

If his guess was correct, the commission email had been sent either by Kingpin or Norman Osborn.

Roy had not dealt with Norman Osborn yet.

As for Kingpin.

He had accepted several commissions from Kingpin.

Kingpin was not a good person.

But Kingpin was a very generous client.

So far, aside from Tony, Kingpin was the client most willing to spend money.

After exiting the dark web forum, Roy took out his phone from the system space and sent a message to his girlfriend, Gwen Stacy.

That's right!

Gwen Stacy was his girlfriend now, not Spider-Man Peter Parker's girlfriend.