I Want You to Help Me Kill Someone

Fear crept into his heart, and looking at the surrounding Shadow Ninja, Peter could not help swallowing instinctively.

He had only become Spider-Man a mere few days ago, and before that he was just an ordinary person who was even frequently bullied at school.

At his core, his personality was somewhat timid, and it was only the powerful strength that filled him with confidence.

Now, however, the strength he relied on had lost its effect, and the timid nature in his bones once again seized the upper hand.

"What do you want, don't come closer!"

A suppressed roar of fear came from his mouth, and the Shadow Ninja, who had been steadily closing in, suddenly stopped in their tracks after his words fell.

This scene left Peter stunned, even somewhat at a loss.

Soon, however, the sound of footsteps coming from the darkness woke him up, making him realize that it was not his words that had worked, but rather that the mastermind behind the scenes had appeared.

Immediately, his gaze could not help piercing through the encirclement of the Shadow Ninja, looking toward the entrance of the Alley where a figure entered his sight.

The newcomer wore a suit, exuding a lazy temperament from his body, and the smile curving the corners of his mouth gave a feeling that everything was under control.

As he approached, the Shadow Ninja successively cleared a path and bowed their heads in salute, treating the newcomer as respectfully as if he were a monarch.

Watching this scene, the fear in his heart magnified once more, and his eyes stared fixedly at the newcomer.

"Good evening, our Spider-Man. Let me introduce myself, my name is Tony Stark."

Tony came up to Peter, lowered his head to look down at him, and spoke.

Seeing Tony's face, Peter's mind went through a crazy tremor, and a sense of incredulity surfaced in his eyes.

Tony Stark, the famous playboy of New York, the after-dinner laughingstock of New York citizens.

His news did not know how many small tabloid newspapers and entertainment reporters it had fed.

Peter had also looked up to many of his glorious deeds in the past, and even felt boundless envy, wanting to work at Stark Industries.

He had not expected that the two of them would meet in such a scenario, nor had he expected that the notorious playboy would be so terrifying in secret.

For a moment, he completely forgot how to speak.

"It seems our Spider-Man has recognized my identity." Tony said with a smile at the corner of his mouth.

Peter instantly gave a start, various conspiracy theories directly flooding into his mind.

According to movie tropes, since he knew his identity, wouldn't he be finished?

Thinking of this, Peter hurriedly spoke up: "Mr. Stark, let's talk reasonably. I don't know what business you have with me, but if I can help, I certainly will."

"Snap!"

"Crisp, I like talking to straightforward people."

Tony snapped his fingers and said.

"Actually, it's nothing major, I just need you to help me kill someone. What do you think?"

Tony looked at Peter with a smile, while Peter, who had just been patting his chest, felt the corners of his mouth twitching.

Although he had mastered powerful strength, he had never killed anyone up until now.

Because of the death of his uncle, he had always practiced the maxim that with great power comes great responsibility, striving hard to be a good person.

Tony's request was undoubtedly posing a difficult problem for him.

For a moment, he could not help wearing a wry expression, carefully saying: "Sir, can you change to another request? No matter what the matter is, it doesn't necessarily have to be solved by killing people."

"You don't have the qualification to bargain. You only have two choices now: either you die, or someone else dies. Choose for yourself."

Tony cut him off, speaking in a casual tone; human life appeared so cheap and worthless in his mouth.

Seeing this, Peter knew he had no choice, and his complexion inevitably turned uncertain. Killing violated his principles, but not killing meant his own little life would not be preserved.

If it followed the original trajectory and he continued to practice his principles, he would rather die today than kill an innocent person.

However, there were no ifs in this world; he had only been Spider-Man for a few days and had not completely transformed from an ordinary citizen into a superhero.

Compared to other people's lives, he cared more about his own little life.

Therefore, after hesitating for a long time, Peter finally spoke: "Who does sir want me to kill?"

As the words fell, the smile at the corner of Tony's mouth became even more brilliant.

"Ivan Vanko."

"Later on, I will give his information to you, and all you have to do is take care of him. Any problems?"

Peter silently shook his head.

"Then put on this wristband."

Tony casually tossed a wristband to Peter, and Peter instinctively caught it.

"This is a communicator, I will contact you through it, and I will also transmit the information to this wristband."

"In addition, don't even think about failing to complete the mission; this wristband will explode, you know."

"That's it, I'll be leaving first."

Having said that, Tony watched as Peter put on the wristband, then smiled and turned away from the Alley.

As he departed, the surrounding Shadow Ninja also successively melted into the darkness and disappeared, leaving only a decadent Peter in the Alley.

Outside the Alley, in the silver-white sports car, just as Tony got in, JARVIS's voice sounded instantly.

"Sir, your changes are truly significant."

Hearing this, Tony's expression remained unchanged. After all, he was not the original owner of this body; since JARVIS lived and worked with him day and night, he would definitely notice something.

"Is that so? Then do you think my changes are good or bad?" Tony asked in return.

JARVIS's calm voice continued to ring out.

"I am merely an artificial intelligence, unable to judge a person's goodness or badness, let alone judge sir's goodness or badness."

"However, I rather like the current you."

"Thanks for the affirmation, it seems your intelligence has progressed once more."

Tony offered a word of praise while starting the vehicle and leaving the spot.

"Sir, may I ask who Ivan Vanko is?"

"In my database, sir and this person do not seem to have had any contact?"

"Just someone who will die in the future; I've merely brought forward his time of death a little bit."

Tony answered with a smile, yet a flash of dark light flickered in his eyes.

He had inherited Stark's identity and likewise inherited his karmic ties, even though he had not developed the Iron Man Armor.

As for those fellows who held grudges against him, they would seek him out sooner or later.

Upholding the mindset that striking first gains the upper hand while striking later suffers disaster, Tony was all the more willing to nip trouble in the bud.

And Ivan Vanko was clearly such a troublesome figure.

However, Natasha's appearance let him know that he had been targeted by people from S.H.I.E.L.D., so it was inappropriate for him to make too many moves in the short term.

Coincidentally, Peter's appearance gave him a candidate to resolve the trouble, which led to the task of killing Ivan Vanko.

Not only could this resolve the trouble, but it could also use this matter to start Spider-Man down the path of corruption.

After all, the reason superheroes are heroes is because they all have their own principles, and Spider-Man's principle was obviously to save innocent people.

And once those principles are broken, a hero is no longer a hero.