Chapter 92

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Outside a café on a New York street, Leon sat in a white shirt and sunglasses, sipping coffee and scrolling through his phone. On the table in front of him was an unopened cup of coffee, which seemed to be waiting for someone. His tall frame and striking demeanor had already caught the attention of a group of girls sitting nearby.

Not far away, under a large billboard, a police car was parked. Two uniformed officers leaned against the car, casually chatting and drinking coffee.

Moments later, the typical New York chaos unfolded.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The unmistakable sound of gunfire echoed from a nearby street, followed by terrified screams.

Panic spread as people ran in all directions. The two officers immediately tossed their coffee cups into the trash, jumped into their patrol car, switched on the sirens, and sped off toward the source of the commotion.

Leon calmly set his phone down, his gaze following the police car. He knew what was happening. A classic bank robbery.

Judging by the commotion, it seemed like a group of Hell's Kitchen gang members, probably strung out on drugs and desperate for cash, had once again decided to try their luck.

If you ask him how he knew, well, it's simple. Having sharp insight means one glance is enough to see right through a situation—perhaps even through a person.

Leon took a moment to admire the daring robbers from his spot, but he didn't budge, as if he were just watching another typical New York street performance.

Help out? Please. He had no intention of playing superhero. Besides, it was a bank robbery—the ones losing out were capitalists. He might even cheer them on if they weren't so messy about it.

The situation, however, was escalating quickly. The robbers had pulled out heavy firepower, clearly losing control. In response, the police station had deployed a large number of armed officers. Nearby, bullets flew, and several police cars were blown up in the chaos.

Yet on Leon's side of the street, people continued sipping their coffee, barely paying attention. It was as if this level of mayhem was just another day in New York City—a city known for having "simple folks."

Just as Leon was enjoying the spectacle, he suddenly sensed something. He turned his head and looked up the street. Sure enough, there was a figure in red and blue tights, swinging from a tall building on spider silk, speeding toward the scene of the crime.

As the figure drew closer, the crowd below erupted in excitement.

"Look, it's Spider Boy!"

"It's that damn bug again. Last time he caught a robber, he nearly wrecked my store!"

"It's Spider-Man, Mom! Look, he's going to stop the crime!"

"Yo-ho!" As if hearing the comments from below, the young Spider-Man swung around the high-rise, letting out an excited roar, much like Tarzan.

Finally, Spider-Man leapt from a height of several stories, descending toward the bank robbers below.

When it comes to power, if you have money, you rely on technology. If you don't, you rely on mutation. As a prime example of the latter, Spider-Man's strength is simply overwhelming by human standards. His arm strength is in the tens of tons, he can outrun a sports car, and his spider sense gives him near-perfect awareness.

The robbers didn't stand a chance. Within moments, they were subdued, tied up in webbing like a display piece.

The police watched, visibly displeased, as Spider-Man swung around, talking about being "New York's friendly neighborhood hero." His flashy style nearly made a few of the younger officers want to draw their guns. Though Spider-Man's presence reduced the casualty rate and boosted arrests, it also diminished the role of the police. With tensions already high between law enforcement and the public, there were even growing calls in Congress to defund the police.

There's no doubt Spider-Man, with all his heroics, was not only undermining the police but also potentially threatening their livelihood—one reason why many officers were deeply unhappy with him.

Of course, this had nothing to do with Leon. He merely observed that the little spider had grown much stronger compared to the previous movies. He no longer faced the classic scenes of being knocked down by ordinary criminals.

It makes sense. Even though Spider-Man's fighting skills aren't exceptional, his spider sense and powerful physical instincts allow him to react perfectly to any attack. Ordinary people can't hurt Spider-Man, even at close range.

"Not bad, Peter Parker," Leon mused. He had a good opinion of the young hero. Spider-Man is often regarded as Marvel's last remaining character with real heart—and that reputation isn't unfounded. At least this version of Spider-Man isn't the reckless kid from the future who would one day create three parallel universes.

But while Spider-Man may be cool now, the future holds significant challenges for him. The biggest threat comes from the Morlun family, a group that specializes in hunting down Spider-Man and absorbing the power of his spider totem. According to an ancient family prophecy, Spider-Man is destined to destroy them, so they began hunting "Spider-Men" across various dimensions to consume their souls, growing stronger in the process.

This family is no pushover either—they once defeated Cosmic Spider-Man, although part of that was due to Cosmic Spider-Man being heavily nerfed by the writers.

But these things are far off, and Leon's attention isn't on them right now. To him, they're just walking gene pools.

However, Spider-Man has great potential. Since Leon plans to establish his own organization, Spider-Man is certainly within his scope of consideration. As for whether or not he will bring him in, Leon plans to think it over.

After the bank robbery drama ended, the nearby streets grew quiet again. Leon picked up his coffee and took a sip. Not far away, a graceful woman in a black trench coat and sunglasses approached. She sat down in the chair opposite him.

Her signature burgundy curly hair fluttered gently in the breeze, and although her sunglasses partially obscured her face, they couldn't hide her beauty. The nearby girls, who had gathered up the courage to "make friends" with Leon, sighed in disappointment.

Natasha glanced around, noticing the girls secretly looking over. With a half-smile, she said, "It seems my appearance has dashed the hopes of quite a few girls."

"They'll forget soon enough," Leon replied, his expression unchanged as he looked at the striking woman in front of him.

Natasha wasn't sure if that was truly the nature of girls, but she didn't argue.