After school that afternoon, the two brothers parted ways again.
"Where are you off to this time?" Silas asked, feigning confusion.
Peter thought for a moment and replied, "Nowhere special, just going to check out a club I might join."
"Alright then, have fun," Silas offered his fist, and Peter bumped it.
Silas watched Peter walk away, then turned and left himself.
Home
"Where did Peter go this time?" Aunt May asked, taking Silas's school bag.
Silas answered, "Peter said he was going to check out a school club."
"Oh~ I hope he has fun and makes more friends." Although Aunt May wasn't at the school, she had learned from Ben Parker about Peter's situation—he didn't seem to interact well with his classmates, apart from that one chubby friend.
"By the way, Aunt May, is there anything special you've been wanting?" Silas was planning to get Aunt May a gift.
He had decided to sell the bag of diamonds he'd stolen. Since Aunt May and Uncle Ben had raised him and Peter for so many years, he felt it was necessary to give them gifts to express his gratitude.
"My Silas, you really have grown up," Aunt May said, hugging Silas. "To me, the best gift is for you and Peter to stay healthy always."
"Thank you, Aunt May." Silas was moved by her words and nearly teared up.
The two chatted for a bit, then Silas returned to his room. Even though Aunt May hadn't asked for anything specific, he still planned to get a gift for her, and for Uncle Ben too.
Six P.M.
Peter returned home, and surprisingly, he asked Aunt May the exact same question as Silas.
"You two brothers are quite in sync," Aunt May couldn't help but compliment them.
"What's going on?" Peter asked.
Aunt May immediately told Peter what Silas had asked earlier.
Peter realized they had the same idea. Surprised by their synchronicity, he went upstairs to Silas's room.
Silas's Room
Knock, knock, knock~
"Come in," Silas said, putting down the pen in his hand.
Click~
Peter opened the door and walked in, finding Silas seemingly writing something.
"What are you doing, Silas?" Peter asked, walking up to him.
Silas handed the paper on his desk to Peter. "Drawing."
"Drawing?" Peter looked at the picture on the paper and complimented him, "It's a good drawing."
Silas had drawn a dog on the paper. He was trying to see if drawing a dog would activate a clue for the Dog Talisman. It seemed useless for now.
"Why don't you join the art club?" Peter suggested.
"You know me, Peter. I don't like hassles. If I join a club, I'll have to go to club activities every day after school, and I won't have any freedom."
Silas put his hands behind his head and leaned back in his chair.
"Anyway, Peter, why are you looking for me?" Silas redirected the conversation.
Peter pretended to be admiring Silas's drawing as he asked, "Is there anything you like?"
"Anything I like?" Silas didn't immediately understand what Peter was trying to do, but he quickly replied, "A game console, maybe. Other than that, I'm not really interested in anything else."
"Got it." Peter left immediately after hearing what Silas liked.
"Wait!" Silas tried to stop him, but Peter walked out without looking back.
This left Silas feeling confused. What was that all about? Did he just come in to ask what I like?
Night Falls - On the Skyscraper
"My night has arrived," Silas said, standing on top of a tall building, welcoming the wind.
Although he didn't have Spider-Man's webs, his ninja-like jumping ability, combined with his spider-enhanced strength, was enough to allow him to move freely between the tall buildings.
Agle Bar
Silas, wearing his black outfit and a mask, walked into the small bar.
As soon as he entered, everyone's eyes turned to him, but they quickly went back to their own business.
Silas walked straight to the bar and said to the bartender wiping glasses, "I need to sell something."
The bartender sized Silas up, still wiping the glass, and smiled. "First time here, pal?"
The establishment wasn't unfamiliar with masked people coming in to trade, but this was the first time they'd seen someone like Silas, who had even disguised his voice.
"Where do we trade?" Silas didn't bother engaging with the bartender.
The bartender chuckled, pointing to a wooden door nearby. "Head on in."
Silas walked straight to the wooden door and entered.
As soon as he stepped inside, Silas saw four large men guarding the door, each with a gun holstered at their waist.
One of the men said, "Hand over your weapons, and you can go in."
"No weapons," Silas said, shaking the bag containing the diamonds, causing a faint clinking sound. "Just the goods."
The leader of the four men gave a nod to his partners, and the others approached Silas and began to search him.
Soon, Silas passed the inspection and officially entered the Black Market.
Silas had intended to sell the diamonds here, but his mind changed the moment he stepped inside.
The place was filled with all sorts of people, perhaps only sharing the common trait of wearing a mask.
They were all here to get an appraisal from the Black Market manager. Once the Black Market offered a price they deemed acceptable, the items would be handed over.
The Black Market would then use its own channels to dispose of the goods.
This meant Silas saw money! Piles of cash! Several black boxes were overflowing with money.
Silas stopped to observe. Most people here weren't armed; only the Black Market managers carried guns.
He counted them. There were about fifteen managers inside, plus the four outside, making nineteen in total. Perhaps I should try something.
Silas hung the black bag on his waist. He had also noticed that the money was being brought out of a specific room.
"Looks like I'm going to be rich tonight." Silas walked purposefully toward the room.
Silas's action attracted the attention of the Black Market managers. Two armed managers blocked his path.
"Sir, the transactions are handled at the counter. You're going the wrong way," one of the managers said in a cold tone.
Silas gave a confident smile. "No~ I'm exactly where I need to be."
Smash!
Silas suddenly struck, punching the manager on the right and sending him flying into a nearby trader.
Before the manager's partner could react, Silas delivered a blow, knocking him unconscious with sheer force.
The commotion immediately drew the attention of everyone in the Black Market, plunging the whole area into chaos.
Everyone rushed to grab the money. Since someone had started it, these desperate outlaws weren't afraid, focusing only on the cash.
"Stop! Stop right there! F***!" A manager frantically fired shots at several people.
Instead of calming the crowd, the shots only intensified the riot.
A few daring individuals even lunged at a manager, wrestling the gun from his hands, making the scene even more chaotic.
[Disrupted the Black Market - Gained Evil Points: 100]
"A hundred? Not bad," Silas said.
The people in the Black Market didn't notice that the culprit behind all the mayhem had already slipped into the room where the money was stashed.
Silas pushed the wooden door open and saw a whole room full of cash!
"Who are you?" Five men in the room leveled their guns at him.
"Oh no~ I didn't realize anyone else was in here," Silas said, annoyed. I should have known this room wouldn't be empty.
No matter. Silas rushed forward.
Seeing Silas charge recklessly, the five men opened fire.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Silas, using his Spider-Sense and agile movements, dodged all the bullets. He snatched a pistol from one of the men and began to fight back.
"Goodbye!" Silas pulled the trigger, pressing the gun to a man's head and executing a point-blank shot.
For every subsequent shot, Silas fired at close range. Since he hadn't used a real gun before, he was worried about his aim, so he stuck to close-quarters combat.
"Phew~" Silas blew on the smoking barrel of the gun. Perfect.
[Killed five criminals - Gained Evil Points: 5 points]
"Five points? Human lives sure aren't worth much~" Silas summoned his Shadowkhan ninjas and ordered them to start loading the money!
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