Peter snapped out of his shock and quickly interjected, "Killing is wrong. We can hand him over to the police and let the law judge him. Besides, you'll go to jail for murder. He's not worth it."
"Right, right, right! Please don't take the path of crime for my sake!" the hip-hop guy quickly agreed.
Du Mu lowered the handgun and shook his head. "You misunderstand me too much. I'm not a serial killer. Why would I just fire a shot casually?"
Seeing this, Peter immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
It seemed this guy was quite reasonable after all.
Just as Peter was thinking this, Du Mu suddenly lifted his foot and delivered a perfectly aimed "family-planning kick" right between the hip-hop guy's legs.
"A-A-AH!!"
The hip-hop guy's eyes bulged. He instantly clutched his crotch and let out a piercing howl. Red and yellow liquids immediately seeped through his pants. It looked like he wouldn't be seeing the inside of a men's room for the rest of his life.
Peter instinctively clamped his own legs together and swallowed hard. "I know he was planning to assault that lady, and that made you very angry, but wasn't that a little too harsh?"
Du Mu looked utterly calm. "Oh no, I just didn't like that he cursed at me just now."
Peter: "..."
He's that petty?
Peter jumped off the fire escape, grabbed the limp hip-hop guy, and said, "Alright, I've gotta go, buddy! It was nice meeting you! I'm your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man!"
Before he even finished speaking, he shot a web from his wrist toward the sky and swung away quickly, gliding through the air.
He wasn't going to the police station; he was headed to the nearest hospital.
Peter was genuinely worried that if this hip-hop guy didn't get treatment immediately, he'd be meeting God before he met the judge.
"Is that even Spider-Man? Isn't he more like a Spider-Demon?"
Du Mu watched Peter's agile leaps between the high-rises, finding it all quite miraculous.
However, what he was more curious about was how Peter managed to swing in areas where the buildings were sparse.
What exactly was that web sticking to?
The brown-haired woman retrieved her handbag and quickly thanked Du Mu, "Sir, thank you for saving me!"
"You're welcome."
Du Mu gave a slight smile, then raised his gun and aimed it at her. "This is a robbery. Please hand your handbag back to me. Thank you."
The brown-haired woman: "???"
[Sin Value +0.01]
Du Mu walked out of the alley and tossed the handbag aside.
Fighting crime earned Justice Value. Conversely, committing a crime earned Sin Value.
However, he still hadn't figured out the specific purpose of either.
Du Mu couldn't be bothered to ask the game system.
He knew without asking that the A.I. idiot would just tell him to "explore on his own."
Never mind. He'd cross that bridge when he came to it. He'd figure it out eventually.
Du Mu didn't dwell on the issue.
When playing a game, the most important thing was to have fun!
Just then.
Du Mu received a call from Tony.
"Hey, Du Mu. I'm throwing a birthday party at my place. Interested in coming over to hang out?"
"When?"
"Tomorrow night at 10 PM."
"Sure!"
Du Mu accepted without overthinking it.
Speaking of which, this was his first party invitation from an NPC.
Did that mean the higher the NPC's affection, the easier it was to get interaction with the player?
That evening.
Du Mu arrived at Tony's seaside mansion.
The area outside the mansion was bustling, with all kinds of luxury cars parked outside, making Du Mu, the player, feel quite tempted. He wondered if he should just drive one home later.
Walking inside the mansion, it was even more lively. Many men and women dressed beautifully were rocking out to the dynamic music.
On the platform at the front, Tony was wearing his latest armor prototype, drinking and dancing—no, flailing—to the music.
In short, the sight was incredibly cringeworthy.
Du Mu's eyes lit up. He immediately said, "System, record all of this for me. Put it in a new album named 'Mr. Tony's Try Not to Laugh Challenge.'"
[Camera mode activated]
Du Mu enjoyed Tony's dance moves as he walked to a nearby table and grabbed a few snacks.
Suddenly, he spotted a familiar figure in the crowd and immediately walked over.
"Widow! Joan of Arc-Disney Duck!"
Du Mu greeted her indistinctly while chewing on a snack.
Standing before him was a beautiful woman with wavy red hair, good curves, and wearing a leopard-print dress.
Of course, this wasn't the female vampire from before.
This was S.H.I.E.L.D. Level 7 Agent, Natasha Romanoff, code name Black Widow!
This one was S.H.I.E.L.D.'s top... top agent.
Before Du Mu joined S.H.I.E.L.D., she was the only elite agent with a 100% mission completion rate. She could be considered Du Mu's senior.
Some time ago, Natasha took over Du Mu's job of monitoring Tony. With a few minor tricks, she easily became Tony's female assistant, completely charming him.
It just goes to show, you can't beat the honey trap.
Du Mu had previously volunteered for S.H.I.E.L.D.'s confidentiality test and endured countless stages, all waiting for that specific strategy.
In the end, he finally made it to the last stage, but Nick Fury, that black egghead, suddenly stopped the test!
Du Mu still got angry thinking about it.
Natasha saw Du Mu approach and corrected him, "I'm the Black Widow."
"Same thing, same thing," Du Mu waved his hand dismissively.
Natasha's mouth twitched. "What are you doing here?"
She had met Du Mu a few times before and had a rough idea of his style of operation.
"Tony invited me. I had nothing better to do, so I came over. I didn't expect to see such a shocking spectacle," Du Mu chuckled.
Natasha looked at the frantically dancing Tony on stage and sighed, "I sent Tony Stark's blood back to headquarters. After testing and analysis by the R&D department, the palladium content in his blood is extremely high. His health is rapidly deteriorating, and he can only survive for a maximum of 72 hours."
"I assume he knows about his health issue, which is why he's acting this way."
Natasha knew Du Mu had been promoted to Level 6 Agent, so this confidential information wasn't something to hide.
"Got it. His final frenzy before death," Du Mu summarized.
Natasha nodded. "You could say that. The R&D department is working on a solution now. My mission has also changed from surveillance to preventing Tony Stark from committing suicide. If possible, I hope you can talk some sense into him. You two seem quite close."
"No problem. You can count on me."
Du Mu gave a thumbs-up, wearing an expression that said, 'Your problem is as good as solved.'
Just then, Tony on the stage grabbed a microphone and addressed everyone, "A lot of people ask me, 'Tony, Tony, how do you use the toilet wearing that suit?'"
With that, he made a gesture of release.
"You just do it like this."
The crowd below cheered and laughed loudly!
Some people even started heckling, "Tony, Tony, why don't you demonstrate how to take a dump!"
"Agreed! Agreed!"
"I want to see it too!"
"Poop! Poop!"
The people were wildly egging him on.
A billionaire excreting in public—that was truly something never before seen!
Natasha looked at Du Mu, who was in the middle of the crowd, cupping his hand over his mouth and frantically leading the chants, and couldn't help but question her own decision.