Chapter 4 Human, or Monster?

"Damn, is she crazy?"

Del Ami was going crazy.

They were about to catch Gwen Stacy, but they didn't expect her to be so bold and jump directly onto the roof next door.

If the guy hadn't suddenly come in and grabbed her hand, she would have fallen to death.

"Damn it! This crazy girl is going to get thrown to death one day!"

Listening to the faint sound of sirens coming from afar, no matter how unwilling he was, he had no choice but to retreat with his men.

The thought that he had not completed the task assigned by his boss made him feel even worse.

"Boom!"

With their feet on the wet streets, Del and his men tried to leave along remote roads.

Under the dim street lights, only the sound of a few people walking quickly could be heard.

"Da da da!"

At the end of the street, dull footsteps were suddenly heard.

In Del's sight, a black figure gradually approached him.

It's like a hunter hiding in the darkness, full of wildness and danger.

Peter stopped and stood under the street lamp that was flickering due to disrepair, facing Del and several strong men.

The flickering street lights shone on his face, creating an effect of alternating light and dark.

Sensing the dangerous atmosphere, Del looked at Peter cautiously.

"It's you. You're the guy who saved that girl just now!"

He quickly identified Peter as the guy on the roof.

Signaling his men to get ready, he looked at Peter with an unfriendly look, "Are you here to avenge that girl?"

"Do not."

Peter shook his head expressionlessly.

He is not the kind of person who is enthusiastic enough to solve problems for others everywhere.

The reason he appeared here was that he wanted to release the desire for killing that almost consumed him.

By the way, check your body to see to what extent it has been affected by the alien genes.

"Who are you? Gangsters? Are you here to seek revenge?"

Peter shook his head before he could finish his words. “Forget it. I don’t want to know either.”

"Fuck! Who do you think you are? Stop pretending!"

While Del was swearing, he immediately took out the dagger from his waist.

He wants to make this boastful bastard bleed!

With a loud bang, the strong man who approached Peter first was hit in the chest by him. He fell to the ground after letting out a painful groan.

Before anyone else could react, Peter quickly turned around, twisted his waist, and kicked a guy in the waist with his right leg.

His lightning-fast movements and ruthless attacks allowed him to quickly suppress the group of strong men.

The dull sound of flesh hitting each other and the muffled groans of pain continued to echo in the alley.

A strong man came up behind Peter and tried to launch a sneak attack with a dagger in hand.

Unexpectedly, Peter seemed to have eyes on his back. He turned around suddenly and grabbed the dagger.

Blood flowed down the dagger and onto the arm of the sturdy man in the suit.

The feeling of being burned by fire immediately spread from his arm along the nerves to his brain.

Screaming, he immediately loosened his hand holding the knife and stepped back.

Suppressing the pain, he took a breath and looked at his arm.

The arm with burning blood seemed to be burned by sulfuric acid or chemical compounds, emitting wisps of heat, and the skin was eroded and shocking.

The sudden scene stunned Del and the others.

Peter frowned and looked at the bleeding wound in his palm.

As I expected, my blood also has some kind of corrosiveness like the alien's?

"hiss!"

Del took a breath and looked at Peter with shock and uneasiness. What kind of monster is this guy?

Why is blood so weird?!
Peter didn't know what Del and the others were thinking at this time. He clenched his fists and cast his gaze at the astonished crowd.

The next second, it rushed forward swiftly, like a beast hunting its prey.

"Oh!"

The burly man in a suit whose arm was burned was hit in the chest. He groaned in pain and hit the wall heavily like a baseball that was bounced off.

The dust on the wall fell down!

Before anyone else could react, Peter's body moved in front of another strong man in an instant like a flash of lightning.

He twisted his body and waist, then kicked out with his right leg like a whip.

The strong man with eyes wide open felt a piercing pain in his shoulder blade, and then his body fell heavily to the ground, splashing a lot of dust.

After dispatching the minions with incredible strength and speed, Peter stood before Del.

Without waiting for the other party to react, Peter grabbed the other party's neck and lifted him up.

Del made a gurgling sound in his throat, kicked his hands and feet wildly, and his eyes bulged out like the cork on a champagne bottle about to pop.

Peter grabbed Del's throat, and an endless desire to kill rose from the bottom of his heart. The most primitive impulse occupied his mind.

At the same time, the hunger that he had been suppressing gradually rose up.

What appeared before my eyes was extremely delicious flesh and blood. Just one bite would allow me to taste the blood and satisfy my hunger.

Feeling the trembling pressure, Del slapped Peter's arm desperately.

In his blurred vision, he saw a horrifying scene.

Peter suddenly opened his bloody mouth, revealing his ferocious and densely packed teeth, saliva dripping down, looking extremely ferocious.

But this change only happened for a moment, and Peter soon returned to normal.

It was so fast that Del thought he was seeing things.

"You you monster"

Del struggled to squeeze out a few words.

"Kacha!"

The next second, his throat was crushed by Peter.

Del, lifeless, fell heavily to the ground.

After dealing with all the strong men, Peter stood there, took a look at the corpses, and then reached out to touch his cheek.

Just now, did something strange happen to my body?
The impact of the alien gene seems to be more serious than I thought.

A clone of Ripley (the heroine of the Alien series) mixed with alien genes. Like herself, she also merged alien genes to become a "superwoman".

But there was nothing abnormal about the other party's mind, while his own mind was being affected by the alien's most primitive desires.

If the alien embryo in the body is not removed as soon as possible, I don’t know if I will eventually become a monster like the alien.

A killing machine that is "not influenced by conscience, remorse, and morality" may be the most perfect "organism", but such a monster is never what I pursue.

No matter how cold, selfish and inhuman he is, fundamentally, he always considers himself a human being.

Looking up at the night sky of the city in the distance, Peter shook his head and turned away.

Walking out of the alley, a New York City Police Department car whizzed past, its neon lights gleaming blindingly.

"Buzz!"

The phone vibrated.

Peter pulled out his phone and saw a text message from Gwen.

"Peter, I've arrived at the New York Police Department. Everything is safe! Thank you for your divine presence tonight. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would be in the hospital, suffering with disinfectant or formalin."

"You're welcome. Who are those guys?"

Peter asked Gwen via text message.

"Dad said they might be the Hand and the Society."

Closing the phone cover, Peter frowned and glanced towards the alley.

The Hand

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(End of this chapter)