To rapidly complete 2B Miss, Peter took a shortcut during her construction. He didn't invest much time in her power system, opting instead to use batteries as the energy source. While it was clean and affordable, it came with a glaring flaw—extremely short battery life.
Although Peter had upgraded the batteries with his intelligence to their maximum capacity, 2B Miss could still only operate for three hours. After that, she would completely run out of power and require recharging. This was currently her biggest weakness.
Honestly, a general-purpose combat robot that functions for just three hours sounds laughably inefficient. But Peter had no choice—he had to sacrifice quality for speed. This was a calculated compromise, and thankfully only a temporary one. Once his situation stabilized, he planned to upgrade her power system significantly.
With the technological knowledge he had absorbed from the Neil: Mechanical Era world, Peter could eventually build a small nuclear reactor as her power source. However, the prerequisite was to gather enough rare elements—materials that were heavily regulated and not easy to acquire. That was the main reason he hadn't tackled the power system earlier. As the saying goes, "A clever woman cannot cook without rice." No matter how brilliant his brain, if he lacked resources, there was little he could do.
Another reason was practicality. He believed there was no need to waste time reinventing the wheel when the perfect power device already existed in this world—Stark Industries' Arc Reactor, their core technology.
If Peter could get his hands on an Arc Reactor, it would save him a tremendous amount of time. Installing it in 2B Miss would vastly improve her battery life. Her combat power would also rise accordingly, since many of the weapons systems he wanted to add required substantial energy support.
Take, for instance, the energy shield he was currently constructing for her—it consumed an enormous amount of energy. Relying on her existing battery setup, she could only use the shield three times before exhausting 90% of her power. In practice, that meant she could safely use it only once or twice per mission.
Clearly, switching to a nuclear power source wasn't just an upgrade—it was essential. Peter had to prioritize this project. The problem was, Tony Stark hadn't yet become Iron Man, so the miniature Arc Reactor didn't exist yet. Obtaining a usable one right now was simply unrealistic. Even accessing design blueprints was nearly impossible.
That meant Peter would eventually have to build it himself.
The thought made him sigh. No matter the world, without money or power, achieving great things was incredibly difficult. While pondering this, Peter continued repairing 2B Miss. As for what she called the "big wound" in her mouth, he decided not to "plug it." Doing so could easily get him "stuck," forcing an embarrassing retreat. Tempting as the idea was, it felt too perverse to pursue.
After three hours of intense work, Peter had fully repaired 2B Miss's body and completed the energy shield. Now, when subjected to heavy firepower, she could activate the shield for defense. With her current power system, the shield could remain active for 10 seconds and withstand up to mortar-level attacks—enough for standard combat scenarios.
Still, the sooner her power system was upgraded, the better. With a proper energy source, the shield could even block air-to-ground missiles, which would significantly boost 2B's combat effectiveness.
Also, by this time, 2B Miss was fully recharged. The next step could begin.
"Let's go. I'm taking you to kill! Tonight, we kill to our heart's content!" Peter said coldly, donning a special carbon fiber mask.
The mask was tough, resistant to damage, and equipped with a voice changer. Its surface constantly shifted in patterns, sparing Peter the hassle of switching masks frequently. The need for concealment was obvious—he wasn't strong enough yet to expose his real identity. Whether others guessed who he was didn't matter, as long as he didn't confirm it.
In addition to the mask, Peter had built an anti-gravity jump device, installed at his ankles and controllable by thought. This allowed him to levitate and even stand mid-air briefly—like performing a Moonwalk move from the Pirate World. It was undeniably cool.
"Creator, are you serious? Where are we going to kill?" 2B asked, a bloodthirsty grin forming on her face.
"Kingpin Tower. I'm doing something big tonight," Peter replied, his voice grim and his eyes burning with cold fire.
Nearly two weeks had passed since Aunt May's death. Tonight, Peter planned to take Kingpin, the mastermind, off the board.
Earlier that night, 2B had already eliminated Kingpin's three top subordinates outside his old mansion. This had drawn the full attention of the Queens police department, leaving them little time for anything else. This presented the perfect opportunity to sneak into Kingpin Tower. If Peter missed it, another one might not come for a long while.
He had to act before dawn.
At 3 AM, Kingpin Tower still blazed with lights—as though sleep wasn't a requirement for its occupants. But that wasn't the case. They didn't dare sleep. The death of Kingpin's three top lieutenants had shocked not just the police but the entire underworld. After all, those men were crime bosses in their own right.
The resulting power vacuum attracted vultures. Rival gangs—the Mafia, The Hand, and others—were eyeing Kingpin's territory, ready to tear off pieces for themselves. Kingpin's forces were on edge, terrified of being wiped out in a night raid. Such purges weren't uncommon in gang wars. They had done it to others—now the tables had turned.
In his top-floor office, Kingpin stood silently by the window, cigar in hand, surveying the situation below. He noticed unfamiliar faces appearing around the building—tough-looking types clearly not from his crew. Probably agents of rival organizations.
Still, Kingpin smirked.
"A bunch of rabble," he muttered. "Do you really think losing three subordinates makes you my equal? Ridiculous. Just wait… Mafia, Hand… I'll make every one of you regret this."
He crushed the lit cigar in his palm without flinching. At that moment, a woman entered the room—Liv, with four mechanical arms sprouting from her back.
"Boss, the two surviving test subjects—like Curt Connors—have mutated. Signs of atavism are clear," she reported.
"So the Lizard Serum's failure wasn't due to the creature's genes, but the formula itself?"
"That seems to be the case. We still need that kid's data. Without it, the project can't go forward."
Kingpin's expression darkened. "That kid is a problem. He killed my three best men. Getting the data from him won't be easy."
"Didn't you try negotiating peace? What happened?"
"It wasn't a refusal. We never even got close. According to Prowler's last video, the killer wasn't him—it was a silver-haired woman I've never seen before."
"A silver-haired woman?"
"Yes. Very powerful. Anyone at that time and place must be linked to him. He's full of surprises… This kid is more dangerous than we thought. He must not be allowed to live."
"But what about the project? If we don't get the data—"
"Then we drop it. I don't care anymore. I want that kid dead!" Kingpin growled, his fists clenching audibly.
"But what about the old man upstairs? Won't he object?" Liv asked, frowning.
"Don't bring up that old bastard again. I've put up with him long enough. This split was inevitable—better now than later. I've got other backers."
Liv sighed, then said smugly, "Boss, don't worry. I've already brainwashed the two monsters and implanted control chips in their brains. They're obedient now. They'll attack whoever we command."
"You did well. When this is over, I'll give you more funds—for the particle collider project."
Liv's eyes lit up with excitement at the mention of the collider. She clearly had big plans.
But just as their conversation continued, a red laser dot suddenly appeared on the bulletproof glass in front of them. Kingpin frowned and instinctively stepped back.
Boom!
A cannonball exploded against the window, causing spiderweb-like cracks to spread across the reinforced glass. Though not shattered, it had clearly taken a serious hit.
Then came another barrage of bullets, all aimed at the same spot. The glass couldn't hold much longer.
Before it could completely break, a black figure descended from above, crashing into the window and shattering it.
With shards of glass glittering in the air, a silver-haired woman in a black Gothic dress landed inside—2B Miss.
"Target acquired. Cleanup mission initiated," she said coldly, unsheathing the katana on her back.
"It's you!" Kingpin roared. He didn't flee. Instead, he charged forward with clenched fists.
Beside him, Liv unleashed her mechanical arms, joining the assault.
"Hey! Didn't expect to see Dr. Octopus—female edition! Should I call you Dr. Liv, or just Dr. Octopus?" Peter's mocking voice echoed around the office.
Both Kingpin and Liv froze for a split second, their expressions turning grim.
To be continued...
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