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After reading the message, Peter suddenly remembered something important—something he had nearly forgotten in the chaos of the day.
'I almost forgot to check the reward for killing those gangsters in Hell's Kitchen.' He thought. As the memory resurfaced, Peter made his way into a secluded valley, far from prying eyes. Even during the heat of the battle, he had noticed the system's notifications popping up, but he had dismissed them, deciding to review the rewards later. Now, with a moment of peace, it was time to see what he had earned.
After finding a quiet spot, Peter called out to his system, "System, show me my rewards!"
Almost instantly, the system's voice echoed in his mind, and a translucent screen materialized in front of him, displaying the details of his rewards.
[Ding! You have killed a total of 59 gangsters!]
[Ding! You have been rewarded with 'Dimensional Space'!]
"Hmm, Dimensional Space." Peter murmured, his curiosity piqued. The name alone suggested something extraordinary, and if his instincts were correct, it was exactly what he thought it was. He tapped on the reward, and a new screen appeared, providing more information.
[Dimensional Space - Allows the host to store non-living items in a separate dimensional space by simply thinking about the item. Capacity: Unlimited, Access: Instantaneous.]
A wide grin spread across Peter's face as he read the description, "Looks like I don't need to carry things around anymore." He said, his voice tinged with satisfaction. To test the new ability, he focused on the suitcase containing three million dollars. In an instant, the suitcase vanished from his hand, securely stored in the dimensional space.
Peter glanced at his watch. It was 3:30 in the afternoon, which meant he still had time before the Lizard was expected to reappear—assuming events unfolded as they had in the original timeline.
"Let's head to meet the dealer." He said to himself, brushing off his clothes and stepping out of the valley. His next destination was a café in Queens, where he was scheduled to meet a real estate agent named Mark. With the money safely stored, Peter felt a sense of relief, as now he didn't have to hold things anymore.
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Meanwhile, in Hell's Kitchen, tension filled the air inside a dimly lit building.
"Argh! Please, don't break my hand!" A man cried out, his voice trembling with pain. He was pinned to the ground, his right arm twisted at an unnatural angle as a red-haired woman stood over him, her boot pressing firmly into his back.
"If you don't want your hand broken, show me the recordings of the past few days!" The woman said coldly, her tone leaving no room for negotiation. She tightened her grip, eliciting another scream from the man.
The woman was none other than Natasha Romanoff—Black Widow. Her sleek black suit clung to her thick seductive figure, and her piercing gaze left no doubt about her determination. She had already taken down over twenty men single-handedly, her combat skills rendering them helpless.
"I'll show you! Argh! Just let me go!" The man pleaded, his face contorted in agony. Natasha released him, and he scrambled to his feet, cradling his injured hand.
After leaving SHIELD's base, Natasha had begun her search for clues about Spider-Man. Hell's Kitchen, the area where he had been most active, was her starting point. Accompanied by a team of specialized agents, she had combed through the district, interrogating informants and reviewing security footage. Now, she was inside a building, demanding access to the recordings of the past few days to see if she could find some clues.
"Here! Here's the recordings of the past few days!" The man stammered, handing over a USB drive. He glanced at Natasha with a mix of fear and awe, 'Who is this woman?' He thought, his mind racing, She took down my entire crew without breaking a sweat.'
Natasha plugged the drive into a nearby computer and began scanning the footage, her sharp eyes missing nothing. Minutes passed like seconds as she meticulously reviewed the recordings, searching for even the slightest clue. Finally, her patience paid off.
"Finally! I found it!" She exclaimed, a triumphant smile spreading across her face. On the screen was a clear image of a young woman wearing a black hoodie. Her blonde hair peeked out from under the hood, and her mask was pulled down, revealing her face.
It was Gwen.
"If I find her, I'll find Spider-Man." Natasha muttered, her voice filled with determination as the figure on the screen was known to be Spider-Man's ally, and tracking her down could lead Natasha straight to the elusive vigilante.
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Back in Queens, Peter sat in a cozy café, a suitcase resting on the round table in front of him. He had discreetly retrieved the suitcase from his dimensional space before entering, not wanting to draw unnecessary attention. As he waited for Mark, the real estate agent, he sipped on a cup of coffee, his mind racing with plans for the future.
The café door chimed, and a man in a sharp suit walked in. Peter recognized him immediately and waved him over.
"Over here!" Peter called out.
Mark approached the table, extending his hand with a polite smile, "You must be Mr. Parker. Sorry for being late."
"It's alright." Peter replied, shaking Mark's hand. The two men sat down, and Mark pulled out a tablet, ready to showcase the properties he had selected.
"I've picked out a few houses that fit your budget and with excellent facilities." Mark began, swiping through images of luxurious homes. But before he could continue, Peter interrupted.
"I don't need to see them." Peter said, standing up with the suitcase in hand, "Just take me to the best house within my budget. I trust your judgment."
Mark blinked, momentarily taken aback by Peter's decisiveness. But he quickly recovered, a smile spreading across his face, "Of course. I have a property I think you'll love. Let's head there now."
The two men left the café and climbed into Mark's car, the engine purring to life as they drove toward their destination.