A wave of unease immediately washed over the Chameleon!
The moment he saw Peter's eyes glowing with electricity, he realized the truth!
This guy!!
He wasn't just acquainted with the Punisher!!
He was the Punisher himself!
Although the Chameleon had the ability to change his appearance, his physical abilities were still those of an ordinary person. He was no match for a superhuman like Peter!
At this moment, his hand tightly gripped the sedative spray.
He tried to maintain a calm facade.
After all, he was currently wearing Tony Stark's face.
"Oh! My God!!"
"Peter, you're actually the Punisher?!"
"This is so shocking!!"
Peter watched the performance quietly.
From the moment this guy appeared at the entrance of the neighborhood, his every move had been monitored by Peter through the Night Crows.
Given Tony Stark's personality, he would most likely descend from the sky in his armor, striking a cool pose.
At the very least, he'd arrive in a luxury car.
He would never sneak over the fence like this guy had.
The moment this guy entered, Peter's Spider-Sense had given him a warning.
From this, Peter deduced that the person before him was likely the Chameleon.
In the movies, this villain hadn't appeared.
But he did exist in the comics.
"Peter, I think we should have a drink."
The Chameleon stood up with a smile, suddenly raising his hand and spraying the sedative at Peter!
"I never expected the famous Punisher to be a high school student!"
"If I bring you back, Kingpin will be thrilled!"
[Poison Resistance +1]
With his poison resistance, Peter was completely unaffected. Before the Chameleon could act, his Spider-Sense hadn't given any warning, which meant the attack would be useless.
"You seem to be celebrating a bit too early."
Peter grabbed the Chameleon by the neck and flew out of the villa, soaring into the sky.
The Chameleon was terrified, his body trembling uncontrollably!!
How was this possible?!
The sedative he used was specially formulated!
Even a dragon would pass out after inhaling it!
Yet this guy in front of him was completely fine!!!
This made no sense!
It was impossible!!
His body shook uncontrollably. No one understood the Punisher's methods better than he did.
He had investigated the bodies of those killed by the Punisher.
Each one had died in a gruesome manner.
Thinking that he might become one of those bodies, the Chameleon began to regret his actions!
Damn it! What was I thinking?!
Why did I come to investigate such a terrifying guy!
As a former Soviet spy, the Chameleon had carried out many missions. Facing danger for so long had given him a calm mind.
"Peter, listen, Peter, I won't tell anyone about this!"
"If you let me go, I promise!"
"I'm just working for someone else. There's no need for me to throw my life away."
"Give me a chance. Kingpin sent me. I can be your spy. I'll pass on any information about him to you."
"I can be useful to you."
Peter chuckled:
"Kingpin? I'll deal with him myself. I don't need you."
With that, his eyes glowed with electricity!
The laser beams seemed ready to shoot out at any moment!!
The Chameleon's fear was overwhelming. Even in the freezing high altitude, he was drenched in sweat from sheer terror!
At the same time, his disguise began to falter. The Chameleon's face started shifting into various forms!
"Please, Peter!"
"Let me go, I won't oppose you!!"
"Please!!!"
A beam of light pierced the night sky!
The Chameleon's head exploded like a rotten persimmon.
Peter casually tossed the body aside.
A remote road now had a new red stain.
It was the Chameleon's corpse.
[You have killed the Chameleon and gained his ability.]
[You can now disguise yourself as anyone.]
[This ability has been upgraded.]
[You can mimic the target's voice, appearance, height, and other external features without any external assistance.]
Peter returned home.
Standing in front of a full-length mirror, he imagined Gwen's appearance.
Blonde hair, blue eyes, 1.7 meters tall, and a well-proportioned figure.
Peter's skin began to shift, and within moments, the mirror reflected Gwen's image.
It was an exact replica, indistinguishable from the real thing.
It was time to give the Punisher a new identity.
As Peter's power grew, more and more people were paying attention to the Punisher.
In the future, there would be even more trouble to deal with.
It was possible that the Punisher was already being monitored by S.H.I.E.L.D. or some other organization.
If the Chameleon could track down Peter Parker, others could too.
So Peter Parker couldn't be too closely associated with the Punisher.
If someone like Kingpin discovered Peter's true identity, using his family as leverage would be inevitable.
Don't assume that those involved in violent activities have any moral boundaries.
They often resort to extreme measures to achieve their goals.
Peter looked at the mirror.
He crafted a new appearance for himself: a lean face, fierce eyes, white hair, and an overall intimidating look.
Gellert Dante.
Peter, being terrible at naming things, simply combined names from games he had played in his past life.
From now on, Gellert Dante would be the Punisher's true identity.
As for Peter Parker?
He was just a genius high school student.
With that thought, he immediately headed out.
Kingpin, right?
Time to have a chat with him.
In Manhattan, New York, in a luxurious residence.
Kingpin, dressed in a white suit, sat at the head of a long dining table.
The table was adorned with candles, and he was cutting into a perfectly cooked steak.
At this moment, the crime lord seemed to have a touch of tenderness in his eyes.
Across from him were portraits of his wife and child.
"Boss, I've brought his head!"
Suddenly, a lackey walked in, holding a bloody head.
This man owed Kingpin money.
Kingpin instantly flew into a rage!
"I said no blood is allowed in this room!!"
Kingpin stood up angrily, walked over to his underling, and wrapped his arms around him!
The sound of bones cracking echoed through the room.
The lackey's internal organs were crushed, and several bones were broken.
Kingpin appeared obese, like someone suffering from high blood pressure and cholesterol.
But in reality, his massive body had only 2% fat.
His muscle density was incredibly high.
Even bullets would struggle to penetrate his body.
The butler quickly had the bloodstains cleaned up and left the room.
Once again, Kingpin was alone in the dining room.
He sat back down, looked at the portrait of his late wife, and sighed:
"Sorry, Vanessa. I promise you won't see any more bloodshed."
"Yes, she can't see it anymore because she's already dead."
A cold voice suddenly rang out.
Kingpin was startled.
In his panic, he stood up abruptly!
He slammed his hand on the table, nearly breaking it.
A stranger appeared in his line of sight.
White hair, blue eyes, wearing a trench coat, exuding an aura of danger, as if he might draw a gun at any moment.
This was Peter's disguised identity, Gellert Dante.
"Who are you?"
As the underground king of New York's criminal underworld, Kingpin maintained his composure.
He was panicked but didn't show it.
"Who am I?"
"Weren't you looking for me?"
Kingpin was stunned.
"You're... the Punisher!"
Over the past two months, New York's crime rate had hit a historic low.
All because of this man!
This had cost Kingpin a fortune.
"Punisher, I've been looking for you. I didn't expect you to show up here."
"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"
Kingpin sat back down, his eyes filled with barely concealed anger.
But he didn't dare act rashly.
After all, he had no way to kill the Punisher, whereas the Punisher could easily kill him.
So, he had to maintain his composure.
Gellert Dante smirked, looking at the portrait of Kingpin's late wife, Vanessa:
"If you want to kill me, you'll need the ability to do so."
"Even if you had ten, a hundred men with Gatling guns firing at me simultaneously."
"I guarantee they'd be the ones to die."
"Besides, haven't you had enough of funerals?"
"Do I need to remind you how Vanessa died?"
Kingpin's large hands clenched into fists.
"Don't mention my wife in front of me."
Kingpin had once been caught in the act of killing by his wife and child.
She couldn't believe that her husband, a businessman, was actually a murderer!
They fled in panic and were eventually hit by a car, killing them.
This was why Kingpin had been researching the multiverse.
He missed his wife too much.
If Vanessa was dead in this world, he would bring her back from another!!!
He would create a world where Vanessa existed!
"Wilson, why can't you face it?" Peter said coldly:
"She died because of you. You need to accept that."
"Given all the evil you've done in your life, you may appear to be a successful businessman, but in reality, you're New York's greatest villain."
"Drugs, guns, prostitution, gambling..."
"You control it all. Maybe your wife is in hell, atoning for your sins."
Peter mercilessly tore open Kingpin's wounds.
"Shut up!!"
Peter's words were like nails driven into Kingpin's heart!
"What do you want?!"
"Did you come here to kill me?"
Peter stood up and walked right up to Kingpin.
"You sent Vulture and the Chameleon to deal with me!"
Kingpin was stunned.
Cold sweat broke out on his back.
"You... you knew."
"There's nothing I don't know."
"I hope this is the last time."
"Otherwise, the next time we meet, I'll make sure to hang your head in front of Vanessa's portrait."
"I won't kill you today."
"I just don't want your death to cause chaos in New York's underworld."
"Without your control, those criminals would run rampant."
"Of course, if you annoy me again."
"I won't care about any of that."
Peter placed a note in front of Kingpin.
"It has my name and a photo."
"I need a fake ID."
"And a house."
"Take care of these for me."
Kingpin was furious.
But when he saw the look in Gellert Dante's eyes, he suppressed his anger.
This man was too powerful.
So powerful that even the Kingpin of New York didn't dare offend him lightly.
But he still couldn't help but say:
"You killed my men, disrupted my business."
"And now you want me to get you a fake ID and a house?!"
"Who do you think I am?"
Peter walked up to Kingpin, looking him straight in the eye.
"Sorry, Wilson, I think you misunderstand."
"I'm not here to negotiate."
"If you don't do what I ask, you're of no use to me."
"A useless man, a man full of sin."
"Killing you wouldn't weigh on my conscience at all."
Kingpin was clearly intimidated by Peter's presence. He slowly sat back down and picked up the note.
"Tomorrow. Tomorrow you'll have a new ID and a two-story house."
"If you want, I can even arrange for ten beauties to be waiting in the house."
"Given my sincerity, I hope you won't interfere with my business."
Peter smiled slightly.
"Then you'll need to keep a low profile."
With that, Peter left Kingpin's home.
Not killing Kingpin wasn't a loss for Peter.
If Kingpin died, New York's criminal underworld would descend into chaos, leading to a surge in criminal activity.
If Kingpin died, someone like Silverpin might take his place.
Rather than deal with that, it was better to keep Kingpin around and make him work for Peter.
A superhero might kill Kingpin.
But Peter wasn't a superhero. He only looked out for himself.
[Your fear points have reached 10,000.]
[Fear points sourced from Vulture, Rhino, Chameleon, Green Goblin, Penguin, Doctor Octopus...]
[You will receive a random reward.]
[You have obtained the Rooster Talisman, permanently.]
[Long-term mission: Collecting the Zodiac Talismans. I Lack Nothing (4/12)]
Peter's mood instantly improved.
The Rooster Talisman was exactly what he needed.
For the past month, he had been relying on flight potions.
And the cost of these potions doubled each time.
The first one cost 50 points, then 100, 200, 400, 800...
If the Rooster Talisman hadn't arrived soon, the cost would have skyrocketed.
The next afternoon.
Peter appeared as Gellert Dante.
Kingpin gave him a key and a fake ID.
From now on, whenever he faced superheroes or others, he would use Gellert's identity.
Thanks to the Chameleon's ability, which he gained before killing him.
On the weekend, Gwen and Peter were cuddled up on the couch.
Although George didn't allow Gwen to live with Peter, there was no way an old father could stop the passion of young love.
After taking a shower and drying her hair, Gwen sat directly on Peter's lap.
"I'm ready, Peter."
"For what?"
"You know... that."
"We're boyfriend and girlfriend. It's fine."
With that, Gwen began unbuttoning her shirt.
Peter felt his blood rush.
He couldn't hold back any longer.
Right there on the couch, the battle began.
"Oh my God, Peter!"
Even Spider-Woman couldn't withstand such an assault.
Gwen's body went limp.
She seemed like a spider caught in a lizard's gaze, completely at its mercy.
The midday sun hung in the sky, and it wasn't until sunset that the battle ended.
Gwen's entire body was flushed red.
Peter was also exhausted.
After dinner, the two, now intimately acquainted, prepared for another round.
But just then.
Both of their Spider-Senses tingled.
Followed by the sound of car horns outside the neighborhood.
"Peter, I just remembered, I have something to do. I need to go home."
Gwen cursed inwardly.
Why did this have to happen now?
She felt like she hadn't performed well earlier and wanted to make up for it tonight.
But of course, something had to happen now.
Although she really didn't want to leave and would rather stay to play cards with Peter, as a superhero, she had a responsibility to deal with the chaos outside...