Over the past month.
Since he didn't have to go to school, Peter dedicated most of his energy to being a Super Hero.
During this time, thanks to his presence, the crime rate in Queens had significantly improved.
Restless, Peter, after clearing out the minor villains in Queens, naturally wanted to expand his operational range.
So, he sought out Daredevil, with whom he had previously collaborated.
Ever since Ben had dealt with Muse last time, and it was mistakenly attributed to Spider-Man, Matt's perception of Spider-Man had changed.
He no longer looked down on him just because he was a kid. On the contrary, their cooperation became increasingly close. Together, they dismantled many small gangs, and also thwarted the criminal activities of Kingpin and The Hand.
If one Spider-Man was already this powerful, and now there was another, it would be even more troublesome if that guy also got involved.
Thinking this, Madame Gao found herself somewhat swayed by Kingpin's proposal for cooperation.
If they could eliminate Spider-Man and Daredevil, these two enemies who had consistently opposed The Hand, then The Hand's situation in New York would improve considerably.
Madame Gao nodded, asking, "Cooperation is possible, but how do you plan to do it?"
"If I recall correctly, you already had an agreement with Green Goblin, and now, that guy is locked up in the Police Station."
"So, we need to rescue Green Goblin first and strengthen our forces," Bullseye said.
Kingpin had already hired quite a few assassins, and when the time was right, they would make their move against Spider-Man and Daredevil.
Hearing this, Madame Gao revealed a cunning smile and said, "If you want The Hand to help rescue Green Goblin, that's fine, but I want two doses of the Lizard Serum."
As one of The Hand's Five Fingers, Madame Gao naturally knew what kind of treasures Green Goblin possessed.
However, Bullseye couldn't make that decision.
"You're too greedy, Madame Gao."
Kingpin's mysterious voice came from the walkie-talkie clipped to Bullseye's waist. He had been eavesdropping on their conversation from the beginning.
Madame Gao, however, didn't seem surprised. She calmly replied, "Kingpin, if you want to cooperate with us, you need to show some sincerity."
Kingpin was silent for a moment, then said, "Agreed, but in return, The Hand must also show sincerity."
Madame Gao didn't speak, only grunted, signaling Kingpin to continue.
"Don't just try to fool me with those gang members!"
Kingpin knew very well that The Hand was an organization with mystical powers. Most of The Hand's true assassins used ninjutsu and mystical arts, and some even used "chi" energy.
Kingpin understood that to deal with super-powered individuals like Spider-Man, they could only deploy super-powered criminals.
"Don't worry... I will have the ninjas ready."
Madame Gao said.
After cutting off the call, Bullseye left The Hand's territory.
Now, many assassins had gathered at Kingpin's location, waiting for the opportune moment to strike.
Kingpin hadn't explicitly stated what that opportune moment would be, but Bullseye had his own suspicions.
After Green Goblin was apprehended, various factions were watching him, all eager to obtain the Serum he possessed. A jailbreak now would clearly not be wise.
If they were to make a move, it would naturally be when everyone else's guard was at its lowest.
For example... the day of the trial.
There was another reason for choosing this day.
For the past few days, the original Spider-Man had still been roaming around New York City.
However, the black Spider-Man, who called himself Hacker, had disappeared after his last appearance defeating Green Goblin.
Kingpin believed that since Hacker was the one who defeated Green Goblin last time, he would undoubtedly show up, either openly or covertly, on the day of Green Goblin's trial to witness his end.
Of course, Kingpin was mistaken about this.
Because Green Goblin's fate was already sealed: death by Neurotoxin.
And Ben certainly wouldn't waste his time on him.
Besides these villains, many others were also paying attention to Hacker Spider-Man.
The Daily Bugle.
When Peter once again handed his 'scoop' photos to Jameson, the defiant old man with graying temples, his feet propped on the desk, puffing on a Cigar, immediately frowned.
"Unsatisfactory!"
"Boring!"
"Trash!"
He quickly tossed the photos onto the desk one by one, as if they were nothing but garbage.
Finally, as if he had completely lost patience, he swept all the photos into the trash can and glanced at Peter, shouting, "Trash!"
His violent movements almost caused the ash on his cigar to fall off.
"Parker! I spent all that money not to buy this junk from you!"
"Junk?" Peter's eyes widened in surprise. "I thought you'd like it."
Before, Jameson had treated him the same way, dismissing all of Spider-Man's photos with disdain.
But Peter, who had spent over a month with him, knew very well that Jameson was just trying to drive down the price.
Today, however, was different, because Jameson had unceremoniously swept his photos into the trash.
"Like it?" Jameson let out a sharp, contemptuous laugh as if he had heard a joke. Several layers of his chin piled up, as if each layer was mocking him.
Then, his expression changed, and he sternly said, "If you think I'm going to pay for this old junk of yours, you're dead wrong!"
Peter blinked, not understanding what he meant.
At that moment, Robbie, standing nearby, said, "He wants photos of Black Spider."
"Black Spider? You mean Hacker?"
Peter finally understood.
"Good that you know!" Jameson roared, his neck red. "Do you know who the hottest masked monster in New York is right now? Black Spider! Hacker!"
"If you want to get paid, then get your spider friend to take some new and interesting photos! Otherwise, get out!"
Amidst Jameson's terrifying roar, Peter was dejectedly kicked out of the office.
Of course, he wasn't scared by the man, but he truly hadn't expected that Hacker Spider-Man, who had only appeared in public once, would suddenly become such a sensation.
This made him happy for Ben, but also a little jealous.
Come on, who else crawls into stinky sewers and gets covered in wounds from flying green flies?
It's me, Spider-Man!
He shook his head helplessly.
Just then, Robbie walked out of the office and patted his shoulder, saying, "Peter, don't mind him. You know, sometimes, the less someone appears, the more of a hot topic they become."
Peter nodded. "I think Spider-Man definitely won't mind, because he seems to have a good relationship with Hacker. I think I can find Spider-Man and ask him to help me connect…"
He said with a smile.
But in his mind, he was thinking about how he could ask Ben to put on the suit so he could take some photos.
He put the camera into his backpack, preparing to leave, but the young woman beside him called out to him.
"Wait, Peter, your salary."
She handed him a small stack of US dollars, which made Peter a bit flustered.
"But Mr. Jameson said he wouldn't pay, and he threw all my photos in the trash."
"Oh, come on. In a little while, he'll fish them out of the trash, put one on the front page, and then concoct some conspiracy theories about Spider-Man, maybe even bring Hacker Spider-Man into it…"
Clearly, Robbie and Betty understood Jameson better than Peter did.
After getting the money, Peter's mood clearly improved.
In fact, he no longer needed to rely on taking photos for money.
After Ben founded his company, their family's financial situation had completely changed. Uncle Ben was no longer anxious about being laid off, and Aunt May was considering quitting her job to do some volunteer work in the community.
Originally, Ben had intended for Peter to do research at Primus.
But Peter clearly couldn't let go of his identity as Spider-Man, so he refused.
Moreover, just as he had refused Norman Osborn's help in the movie, he didn't want Ben's money. He wanted to earn money on his own.
Since he happened to like photography and could also be Spider-Man, why not?
However, today's events had made Peter think.
"Always taking photos of just myself is getting a bit boring… Maybe I should really ask Benny to take some photos for me?"
With that thought, Peter immediately rushed to Queens and found Ben's company.
Primus Technology.
Ever since Ben had revealed his company last time, he had given the address to Peter and the others.
Aunt May and Uncle Ben had even visited, and upon seeing that the fugitive Connors was also there, they were almost scared to death.
Fortunately, Ben explained the situation to them and proved Connors' innocence.
And today, when Peter arrived, he found that everything in the company lobby was gone. In its place was a rather old-looking bus.
"What is this?"
If it weren't for Connors still holding a lizard not far away, Peter would have thought he had come to the wrong place.
"A large RV."
Connors said.
"I can see that, but why is there an RV here?" Peter asked.
At that moment, a small gray head popped out from under the vehicle.
"To participate in the Stark Expo, I plan to create a car with an anti-gravity system. Hand me the wrench."
Grey Matter extended a hand.
Peter handed him the tools from the ground, then asked, "Even so, you wouldn't need this kind of car, would you..."
He glanced at the car, looking at the already yellowing and somewhat rusty sheet metal, his expression conflicted.
This car was as old as a grandfather.
Ben ignored him, taking the wrench, which was taller than him, and returned to under the car. Connors, however, explained:
"He says this is a classic model."
"A bit too classic, if you ask me."
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