Chapter 80 ：The Black Cat and Genesis

Towering buildings, not fully constructed at this point, were littered with metal fences and railings.

Raindrops hit them, flooding them with light shining from the distant city.

"You're still alive, aren't you? Little Spider."

Black Cat asked Peter as he looked at him leaning against the fence.

The place where the two were located was on the 25th floor, and the temperature dropped even faster on a rainy night, which gave the Black Cat a chill.

"It won't die for a while."

Peter returned with a calm expression.

At this time, his body was no longer in pain like before, instead, he was attacked by a sense of weakness.

His body was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to try to move a bit.

This even made him wonder if it was the alien embryo in his body that had reproduced something causing the feeling of weakness and powerlessness.

Peter sat on the ground and leaned against the railing looking up to the black cat and asked, "Why did you show up?"

"I've been investigating Jin and he's had dealings with the Handshackers, and those godforsaken ninjas, those Handshacker assassins, used to be in the area, so ..."

She took off her eye-measure, stretched, and said, "I, who had been spying here from time to time, met your fight with that woman.

"She said your name was Parker."

The black cat turned around, eyes looking into Peter's exoskeleton encased face.

"So you really are Mr. Parker?"

She suddenly felt that her day's adventure had been quite rewarding.

Peter let out a breath and didn't answer the black cat.

He was too exhausted to even speak, just waiting for his body to return to normal.

Seeing that Peter wasn't talking, the black cat took the initiative to ask: ''Well, changing the topic, who is that woman who doesn't look like she's to be messed with? You guys seem to know each other well."

"No comment."

Peter refused outright.

"Shouldn't we count ourselves as temporary partners? Little Spider."

The black cat came up, her turquoise eyes close to Peter's white eyed face, "At least I just helped you out of your trap."

If it wasn't for the fact that Peter's mask was unavailable, she really wanted to rip it off and see the face.

"Not really."

Peter shook his head, "That woman from earlier also wanted to be my partner, and you saw the result."

Hearing Peter say that, the black cat reached out her fingers and brushed them across Peter's face.

"Splat," her wrist was grabbed by Peter.

"See, little spider, that's the difference between me and her, you might trust me a little more, you wouldn't be afraid of my fingers piercing into your skin."

The black cat's eyes became seductive and said in French, "Or maybe you don't mind if I steal something.

Peter grabbed the black cat's wrist, "I'm sorry, I don't speak French, are you using this place as your stage?"

He knew the name of the woman in front of him was Felicia. Hardy.

The real identity was a singer who was little known in New York.

"My stage is somewhat large, all over the city, not limited to here."

The black cat drew her arm out and asked Peter, "Have you investigated me?"

"No need."

Peter shook his head, "Your name comes up on internet engines all the time. "

"That's quite an honor."

The black cat turned to look at the city in the distance.

On the metal railing to the left of her line of sight stood a raven.

The raven was somewhat small and had a small tuft of red feathers on the front of its wings that looked like a drop of blood.

The crow's figure and the metal bar next to it formed a cross.

If you couldn't see it in the night, you could mistake it for a crucifix.

She then turned her attention to Peter, who was leaning under the cross, his right hand resting on his knee, and suddenly drifted off in a trance.

It somehow reminded her of the famous painting, "Genesis".

Shaking her head, she put the strange association out of her mind and said to Peter: "Now that you know who I really am, wouldn't you be interested in why I play a street hero?

"Not interested."

Peter said straight back, "Whether it's revenge or driven by some duty, it's none of my business, or I wouldn't be surprised if you're a believer in something."

"You're still excessively cold, little spider."

The black cat's voice was lazily sexy as she pointed to the raven and the metal "cross" and said to Peter:

"I'm not a believer, but my father believed in something, like that cross, he believed that the horizontal line represented mankind, the world of the present, a world of matter, flesh and dirt, mud, blood stones, bones."

"And the vertical one is the sacred line that represents God in a dominant position, it is perpendicular to the human world and is the axis between the afterlife and the unknown world."

Peter frowned at her and asked, "Your family is all godly?"

The black cat shook her head, "Of course not."

"I'm sorry then, I don't understand your esoteric metaphors, all I know is that priests often make believe to their followers, things like 'the cross is a crossroads'."

The black cat's fingers lightly traced over the railing, "Uh-huh, maybe the priests are right."

She suddenly remembered the reason she became a black cat.

Choosing not to be a puppet on the strings of fate at a crossroads, breaking the routine of life, that would be the reason why she was standing here now.

"Well, Mr. Parker."

The black cat quickly pulled herself out of her thoughts as she slid her blindfold back on to hide her delicate features.

"It was nice talking to you today, I hope we meet again next time, I helped you out this time, and we're even after what happened last time at the Nightmare Law Firm."

After saying that she made a flying kiss towards Peter, flipped over the railing with a flip gymnastic maneuver, and then shot out her hook and claw gun with a "whoosh".

Leaning against the metal railing, Peter watched the back of the departing black cat, the exoskeleton mask slowly fading from his face.

His body had regained some strength.

Holding onto the railing, he stood up.

The rain in the distant city sky fogged the entire city, and it seemed that although the rain had stopped, the fog had filled in again.

...

The next day, early morning.

Peter stepped down the stairs slowly.

He had recovered most of his body, and after a night's rest, almost all of his body's fatigue had dissipated Although he was still puzzled by the change in the alien embryo, as well as worried about Helen's next move, he pretended as if nothing had happened to him in front of Aunt May and Uncle Ben.

He was about to ask Uncle Ben to take a leave of absence for him so that he could protect the two at home.

Suddenly, he heard Uncle Ben and Aunt May talking.

Aunt May was talking about the church's flyers.

"This kind of publicity is a bit old-fashioned, look at these words I "Jesus stood at the crossroads, he chose not the horizontal line that represents the human world, but the vertical line that represents God This is a phrase I've heard the pastor in the church preach many times."

Peter on the stairs, listening to Aunt May's words that were somewhat similar to those of the black cat last night, was slightly stunned.

It seems that Black Cat's father, and Aunt May go to the same church.

Seeing Peter coming down the stairs, both Uncle Ben's expressions suddenly became serious.

"Peter, come here, we must have a good talk, about you and Gwen, there are some things that you both have to protect yourselves from."