The corpse of that radiated spider was lying quietly in the lead box in her backpack.
And that boy next door was currently passing through a test of life and death within his cocoon.
"Evolve well, Spider-Man. Because this World is about to get very lively."
Back in her attic.
As soon as Alice closed the door, the black Motorola phone in her pocket vibrated violently.
She immediately sat at her computer and put on her headphones.
This time, what came through the headphones was not just the clear sound of a car engine, but also the low-voiced conversation of several people.
"Are we sure? Is the mole's intel reliable?"
It was the voice of Alexei, Kirill's brother who had escaped death.
He was the enforcer for the Tarasov family in Queens, known for being both brutal and brainless.
"Absolutely reliable, Big Brother Alexei."
Another voice sounded somewhat nervous.
"That transport truck just left New Jersey half an hour ago. To avoid the city's evening rush hour, they'll take the abandoned auxiliary road next to the Midtown Tunnel in Queens. That's an old industrial transport line; very few cars use it now."
"What's on the truck?"
"The original manifest says biological waste, but the mole says it's a batch of goods Norman Osborn is privately selling to South American warlords to recover funds. Code-named Prometheus, it's said to be a serum that can give a person superhuman strength."
Alice, on this end of the headphones, narrowed her eyes.
Prometheus?
The Titan god who stole fire for humanity, only to be chained to a cliff and have his liver pecked out by an eagle day and night.
Norman Osborn really knows how to pick names.
It also hints at the essence of this batch of medicine: it gives you power, and then leads you to eternal damnation.
"Good."
Alexei's voice carried the madness of a desperate man.
"We lost 150,000 dollars, and Boss Viggo is going to put a hole in my head. If we hijack this shipment and sell it to Kingpin or the Mexicans, we can not only make up the deficit but also make a huge profit."
"But that's an Osborn truck, and there are mercenaries escorting it."
"What's there to fear? We have RPGs and heavy machine guns Viggo got from Russia. In that abandoned tunnel, they'll be like sitting ducks. The operation is set for 8:00 tonight."
Alice took off her headphones and glanced at the wall clock.
It was now 6:30 PM.
An hour and a half until the operation.
"Russian mob, Osborn contraband, and a bunch of desperadoes."
Alice's fingers lightly tapped the tabletop, her brain working rapidly as she weighed the necessity of taking action herself.
First, for her, who possessed Ai Haibara's abilities, this batch of original-version super soldier serum was a data goldmine.
As long as she could get a sample and analyze its components and flaws, she could reverse-engineer many high-end biotechnologies from the Marvel Universe.
This was crucial for her future enhancement path.
Second, if those Russians actually got the serum, given their intelligence and level of madness, someone would definitely not be able to resist giving themselves a shot.
Once a group of out-of-control little Green Goblins or biochemical monsters was created in Queens, this neighborhood would be finished.
She could not tolerate the existence of such a risk.
Third, and a very important point.
A group of mobsters planning to rob millions of dollars' worth of goods surely must have some pocket change on them, right?
Scavenging their wallets, gold watches, and gold necklaces should be enough to scrape together a few tens of thousands as a 'hardship fee.'
Even mosquito legs are still meat.
In this World where everything requires spending money, waste is shameful.
"I can be a friendly neighborhood resident maintaining community safety, while also picking up some research samples and pocket change. How can I miss out on such an opportunity to kill three birds with one stone?"
Alice stood up, stretched, and pulled out a cardboard box from under the bed.
The grey tracksuit and fox mask were still there.
But this time, cold weapons alone wouldn't be enough.
Facing the fully armed Russian mob and Osborn's private security, it would be unwise to rely solely on Mikasa's physical strength.
Technology is the primary productive force.
Alice opened the boxes one by one.
Inside were bleach, toilet cleaner, several bottles of high-concentration medical alcohol, an unopened bag of fertilizer, and a bit of magnesium and aluminum powder.
"Chlorine gas is too slow, disperses easily, and is too inhumane."
"An Ammonium nitrate bomb would make too much noise and attract too much attention."
Alice's gaze fell on the bottles of seemingly harmless chemical reagents.
"Then let's use a little magic."
She took out an empty spray bottle and began the preparation.
"Ether as the base, add a bit of Pyrethroids extracted from insecticide, and then some Ammonia that can cause instant respiratory spasms."
Ten minutes later.
Several glass bottles filled with transparent liquid were carefully tucked into the shockproof compartment of Alice's backpack.
Besides chemical magic, Alice also brought a roll of strong nylon rope, a utility knife, and that fox mask that would strike terror into countless criminals.
The Hunter sets out.
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