The morning news was still the same morning news.
New York's media was still New York's media.
The Daily Bugle was still your Daily Bugle, its headlines as filthy as ever.
Black Spider secretly stockpiles military aircraft! Autonomous Alliance suspected of expanding its armed forces!
And then there was this one, stripped of its beginning and end, turning a rescue incident into a thirty-second clip designed to stir up conflict.
Who will protect ordinary people when masked heroes lose control?
"When masked vermin become dictators, New York's citizens will be the ones to suffer!"
Chen Mo finished reading the newspaper aloud and tapped the page twice.
"Who wrote this? I like this headline. Creative."
Inside the Daily Bugle's newsroom, the printers were still running.
An intern who had just emerged from the break room stood frozen, holding a coffee.
Behind a row of desks, several reporters didn't dare touch their keyboards either.
Because Chen Mo was sitting cross-legged in the communal editing area outside Jameson's office, a Spider-Man-branded lollipop pilfered from some clerk's desk in his mouth.
Relaxed.
As a spider, Chen Mo hadn't come in through the door.
Nobody had seen how the two of them had entered.
All anyone saw was a window opening briefly, and then Black Spider was sitting on a desk outside the editor-in-chief's office, holding a freshly printed newspaper.
Daredevil leaned against the wall beside him.
Matt Murdock held his billy club, his expression calm.
That calm made the newsroom even quieter.
Scary as hell.
How was this any different from seeing a ghost in broad daylight?
Chen Mo turned another page.
"This part's pretty interesting too. 'According to an inside source, Black Spider's faction has already recruited large numbers of dangerous criminals, including Doctor Octopus, Vulture, and Rhino. New York may face a