The Demon Gang's vehicles sped down the road, unnoticed by the police due to their early departure.
In the passenger seat, a burly man answered a call from Mr. Negative.
"Boss, we have everything. It's safe!" he assured, promising to deliver the items to the base immediately.
But then he noticed something odd: all traffic lights at the intersection were green. Was it a malfunction?
Before he could react, their vehicle reached the middle of the intersection, and a truck came barreling toward them.
"No!"
He tried to warn the driver just as the truck collided with their van.
"Bang!"
The van overturned instantly.
The truck driver, shocked, looked at the lights—they were green for him.
"They ran the red light!" he realized, confirming the red light on their side.
Quickly, he called the police, confident in his evidence. But instead of a person, a calm electronic voice answered.
Who was this?
Meanwhile, another car pulled up. A man in a hat emerged, opened the overturned van, and retrieved everything inside.
"Sir, thank you for your cooperation. Police will arrive shortly," said the voice on the phone before disconnecting.
"Beep beep!"
The truck driver was bewildered. How had he cooperated?
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In a Long Island villa, Levi lounged on the sofa as 2B, in a French maid outfit, tidied up.
2B could change clothes since they weren't part of her body. In the game, her outfit could be 'damaged'...
Remembering that, Levi glanced at 2B, who shyly looked away.
Who says 2Bs lack emotions? They're just less sensitive than humans but can still feel shy!
Levi's phone rang, and the Red Queen appeared on the screen.
"Master, I've sent you the video from the scene."
Tonight's operation was Levi's decision.
After buying a homeless shelter, Martin Lee's interference was intolerable.
"Gwen was there too?"
He opened the first video, showing activity inside the shelter, and was captivated.
Gwen, or Ghost Spider-Man, was impressively agile, executing moves effortlessly!
Without a doubt, he knew Ghost Spider-Man was Gwen Stacy.
Seeing Gwen take a hit, Levi knew she needed more practice.
The second video, from a surveillance camera, showed a truck ramming the van, sending it flying.
"Master, the items are in the company. The documents are intriguing," the Red Queen reported calmly.
"Send them over. I want to see."
The Red Queen sent photos of the documents, assisted by an employee to turn pages.
If she had a body...
Levi pondered this.
Wasn't this like Ultron? AI with a vibranium body...
The Red Queen could easily create a body but cherished her freedom, which a physical form might limit.
Levi examined the documents, his expression darkening.
"They're conducting black market transactions?"
"Yes, involving blood, organs, etc., with blood types of homeless individuals recorded," the Red Queen stated, viewing humanity as inherently corrupt.
"These are..."
"A list!"
The Red Queen continued, "Matched with elite identities in New York."
"Their partner is Fisker Healthcare."
Fisker Healthcare, part of the Fisker Group—Kingpin's company.
Martin Lee used shelters to document homeless individuals' details for matching with elite 'clients.'
Fisker Healthcare then facilitated 'deliveries' to buyers.
Levi's expression hardened.
He considered himself selfish, but compared to these capitalists, he seemed virtuous.
At least he genuinely aided the disabled.
"To create a world without the weak," Levi mused, recalling Professor Connors's idealistic vision.
A noble dream, yet distant.
Achieving it meant eradicating these societal parasites—humanity's cancer!
"Master, what should we do with these documents?" the Red Queen asked, calculating the optimal course of action.
Levi decided, "Keep them for now; they might be useful."
He thought of Norman Osborn.
After shutting his phone, Levi said, "2B, I want a shower."
2B quickly set the mop aside and headed to the bathroom.
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"Mr. Negative, what's going on?"
The Fisker Building was brightly lit, even at night.
Kingpin, fresh from dining with a congressman, returned to his office and answered the phone.
"Kingpin."
Martin Lee's voice was deep, "I've been targeted. They acquired my operation and stole my items."
Kingpin inhaled sharply, retorting with authority, "Didn't you say there were no documents?"
"I needed records for accountability. Don't tell me you didn't keep any," Martin Lee retorted coldly, unfazed.
Kingpin was momentarily speechless.
They all claimed no 'records,' but that was unrealistic.
Without documentation, how could they maintain control and secure their desires?
Who was behind this?
Kingpin wondered.
"I don't know, but since they acquired my operation, they'll surface eventually," Martin Lee said.
"I'll give you time to resolve this," Kingpin replied, irritated.
Running for mayor, Kingpin couldn't afford exposure.
He crumpled the landline in his grip, ending the call as the beeping echoed.
"Beep beep beep!"
Martin Lee fumed, "Who do you think you are to order me around?"
As one of New York's major mob figures, Martin Lee wasn't intimidated by Kingpin.
Originally aiming to be Chinatown's Kingpin, he now found his ambitions expanding.
"Boss, the Magia gang's attacking our territory."
"Damn it! Come with me!"
Hearing his underling's report, Martin Lee barked orders, ready to confront their nemesis, particularly Hammerhead.
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