Chapter 86: Connection

"Ding dong!"

The beer bottle-shaped sign of the bar shimmered in the night.

Like a fluorescent bug zapper, it lured in those "butterflies" who didn't care about anything, or rather, the patrons.

At this moment, there weren't many people in the bar. A few avant-garde young people were playing cards at a table with a beer can beside them.

The jukebox in the bar was playing the latest trendy songs: "In the garden of paradise, baby, everything is just fine."

"Creak!"

The bar door was pushed open, and a striking figure entered.

A woman with a tall figure and a deadly charm immediately caught the attention of everyone present.

Women with a mixture of deadly danger always attracted these thrill-seeking fellows.

"A whiskey."

The woman, dressed in a black trench coat, said lightly to the bartender, "With ice."

"We're closing in fifteen minutes, miss."

The bartender glanced at the woman and refused.

"If it's only fifteen minutes, I believe my time is sufficient. Get me a shot glass of something strong, or if you're unwilling, I can pour it myself."

The woman said calmly.

The bartender stared at the woman for a few seconds and then shrugged, "Fine, as you wish."

He poured a shot of whiskey, and the woman added some ice.

Then she picked up the glass, staring at the ice melting in the whiskey.

"Bourbon whiskey, from Tennessee. If you're not satisfied, I can give you one brewed not in oak barrels, but in old paint buckets, definitely stronger than what you have in your hand."

The bartender said to the woman, "That strong taste could knock out a mule."

"No, I don't need that. It's best for you to keep quiet."

The woman said in a cold tone.

The uniquely charismatic woman who entered the bar was Helen, who Peter had been keeping an eye on.

Since her battle with Peter, she had been feeling unwell.

Staring at the whiskey with some impurities in her hand, Helen covered her chest, feeling nauseous.

In the glass, beyond the floating foam, she seemed to see something else.

It was a dark, indistinct black shadow, constantly moving inside.

Was she pregnant?!

She gulped down the whiskey in one gulp, absurd thoughts swirling in her mind.

But how could it be?!

Although her life had traversed a long river of time, she had always been single.

From awakening supernatural abilities as a child to later housing a demon in her body.

She had nothing to do with pregnancy.

Because her body already harbored a demon.

After being adopted by the Hand, they taught her how to harness her body's power to become a better killing machine.

But they never told her that another species would be born inside her now.

She could feel it, another heartbeat independent of the demon inside her.

Peter Parker, how did he do it?!

She recalled the black violet flower.

Was it at that moment?

Stretching out her hand, under her conviction, a purple flower bloomed from her hand.

At the same time, the plant on her left side withered instantly.

After tasting the spicy whiskey, her body felt slightly numb.

Her thoughts seemed less sharp, becoming sluggish.

Those persistent thoughts were each locked up and dragged into the depths of her chaotic mind—they struggled desperately, but they couldn't escape their fate of being captured.

"Miss, do you plan to drink the whole glass, or do you want to warm up first?"

At some point, a voice came from her side.

A trendy-dressed man was smiling at her.

He had a baby face with jet-black hair that seemed unwashed for days, oily and shiny, and very messy, like a tent made with crow's wings.

But his two eyes were bright, his smile exceptionally bright, and his skin was unnaturally pale.

"I'm not interested in things with dirty blood."

Helen said without concealment.

"What?!"

The man looked at her in surprise, not understanding why she said that.

Helen lazily tore off the wet label from the beer bottle and said:

"I have a suggestion. You can go to the bathroom now, wash your hands, and then look in the mirror. It's best to wash your hands thoroughly because you're quite dirty. After washing and drying them, you can come back here, and I might consider chatting with you."

"Do you know who we are?"

The man looked at Helen in astonishment.

"Of course, I always know every corner of this secretive world. When I came here last time, the bartender here was a burly guy, nearly two meters tall, looking like a mountain, with a rough surface, muscles and fat piled on top of each other, arms as thick as tree branches covered with tattoos. I remember someone called him Gor."

As Helen spoke, the bartender looked at her with a shocked expression.

He knew this Gor, but that was from his childhood.

Was this woman lying?!

She couldn't possibly know Gor at her age.

Ignoring the bartender's excitement, Helen turned to the others playing cards in the bar and said, "I also know that in this city, creatures who like to drink blood gather together at night."

She turned her gaze to the man who was chatting with her and said, "Isn't that right, Mr. Vampire?"

She knew what this place was and had come here to use these creatures to check on her body changes.

After all, killing humans was troublesome, but killing these lowly creatures was relatively simple.

The man immediately realized that the woman in front of him was not easy to provoke. Just as he was about to make a move, he felt his body numb.

Then a black vine pierced through his chest.

A few minutes later, Helen stood in a pool of blood, wiping the blood drops from her face.

Her face was full of confusion.

Why did her powers seem stronger, and why did they seem to have mutated?

Covering her chest, she felt a growing sense of unease.

With a bang, she fell to her knees.

A huge heartbeat pounded on her, and she felt like something was about to burst out of her body.

At the same time, Peter stood on the rooftop of a skyscraper.

A palpitation invaded his entire body.

It seemed that something closely related to him appeared in his consciousness.

The other party seemed to have a certain close connection with him.

Raising his head, he looked into the distance.

Through the mist-covered distance, his gaze seemed to penetrate beyond infinity.