I Am Gwen's Spider-Man Mentor

Spider-Woman has never been asked this kind of question before, and twenty-year-old Gwen Stacy can still make ends meet even if she is forced to live in a small rented bedroom in a ghetto. The developed modern food industry has made it no longer difficult to feed a person. As long as they are not contaminated with illegal drugs, people, like rats, can always gain a place in this developed metropolis.

But the 40-year-old Richard Brown is different. As a former fire captain who has a family, or once had a family, and is currently unemployed, in addition to food expenses, he also has various expenses to take care of.

Even if his wife has left him, he cannot leave his children alone... His wife only works the night shift in the hospital. How can she alone support the two children who are waiting to be fed?

Gwen tried to point out a way for Richard, but Spider-Woman eventually realized that she had nothing but the suit, and she couldn't point her to anything.

She can only send the criminal to the NYPD, but there is nothing else she can do.

That damn feeling of powerlessness crept up from the soles of her feet again, making the girl's tense muscles relax a bit. After a while, Gwen was freed from the feeling of powerlessness and retreated silently.

The blonde girl herself didn't understand the meaning of this silence - was this acquiescence to a crime? Or is it an escape from the problem?

Richard looked at Spider-Woman who fell silent, knowing that she had nothing more to say. This girl sounds very young, and some problems should not be solved by her.

Let her go find the Kingpin by herself. She just needs to... continue to do this until she can't do it anymore.

"Don't commit a serious crime." Gwen finally warned, "That way you still have a chance."

Richard nodded, and then he watched Gwen turn around and disappear through the door.

It was only then that the former fire captain finally breathed a sigh of relief. He stretched out his body on the sofa. After a while, he turned over, took out his mobile phone, and made a call:

"Tell sir, the goods assigned to me have been scattered, and I think I can do more."

A person's conscience has nothing to do with his actions, because conscience is worthless in the face of survival - at least in the eyes of the former fire chief.

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Superintendent George Stacey placed a map of New York City on the whiteboard in front of him with a magnet, and then carefully smoothed out the creases on the map. Then he took out a red marker, took a photo from the table, and marked the location where Spider-Woman appeared against the document. He first circled the block with a red marker, and then hung the photo on the red Circle.

In this way, after the superintendent was busy alone in the office for an afternoon, all the intelligence was gathered together.

Looking at the red circles on the map, George Stacey patiently connected all the photos together... excluding those in too outlying locations. The police inspector looked at the results of his connection, and his brows gradually relaxed——

Empire State University is right in the middle of all the red circles.

"Sure enough, our superhero is a college student. Edward——" The police inspector raised his voice and shouted to his assistant.

A tall and handsome young policeman opened the door and walked in, saluting George's back: "Mr. Superintendent, do you have any orders?"

"Take the application documents on my desk and say that we have roughly determined the location of Spider-Man and request Empire State University to assist the NYPD in the investigation."

When George Stacy said "Spider-Man", he used the title "Spider-Man". The new policeman didn't quite understand the superintendent's habit. He frowned and retorted softly: "As far as I know, Spider-Women should be active in New York, right? Women?"

"What woman?" George turned around and threw the marker on the table. "Look at that breast. Does it look like a normal adult woman? That's a pervert wearing a tights!"

Although basically everyone has no doubt about Gwen Stacy's female identity, as Gwen's father from another dimension, George Stacy has shown his unique stubbornness on this issue.

Thinking that such "lunatics" were operating in New York City, the police inspector's newly relaxed brows furrowed even deeper. For the sake of his lovely newborn daughter, these perverts who were swinging around high-rise buildings in tight clothes had better do it. Still put in a mental hospital.

"Prepare the car, get the application, and we'll set off." George nodded to Edward, "The big shots in the city hall have urged me many times. If I can't catch this ghost spider, I'll have to use a torn bag to hide it. Feed my wife and daughter!"

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Raymond Xu was waiting alone on the beach in New York. The professor was wearing a khaki trench coat, leaning against the seawall, looking at the concrete ground, somewhat lost in thought. The wind carried the smell of sea and grass together, and the natural smell made the professor, who was used to breathing car exhaust in New York City, narrow his eyes.

The sound of the wind also covered up the sound of the drone's propeller not far away. The professor cast a casual glance not far away. It was also his work - it was not a world-shattering work, just a prototype of a swarm drone.

When he met Kingpin this time, in addition to bringing with him the sniper rifles, large-caliber machine guns and anti-tank missiles stored in the warehouse by Stark Industries as usual, he also brought these weapons controlled by the watch on his left wrist for the first time. Drones.

Compared with the drones Tony Stark made for his godson Peter Parker, Professor Xu's drones are still very primitive. At least, Professor Xu has not yet conquered strong artificial intelligence. The behavior patterns of these drones are just Several scenarios based on presets.

But this is the first step in my future plans.

The professor regretted that he did not have the habit of smoking. At this moment, a windbreaker, sea breeze, and a cigarette would complete the picture... But now it is a little less interesting.

A Mercedes-Benz skidded to a stop behind the professor's Audi S8. Raymond put his thoughts aside and even raised the muzzle of the drone not far away. He cast his gaze on the back seat of the Mercedes.

The professor was not panicked. Unlike Gwen Stacy, the girl imagined that Kingpin wanted to destroy New York and even the world all day long. But in Raymond's eyes, Wilson Fisk was just a careerist, and other The careerist is no different.

Every careerist is worth trading, and most of the time they prefer to use trading and communication methods - therefore, in the eyes of the professor, Kingpin is not that scary.

Even if Kingpin knew that he was cooperating with him to defeat him, there would be nothing to fear. These people are unprecedented realists. As long as they still have the value of cooperation, they will continue to cooperate.

As the rotating CEO appointed by Tony Stark, Professor Xu's value lies in this - in the United States, not many people are willing to provoke Stark, so not many people are willing to provoke him, Raymond Xu.

Kingpin got out of the car. He touched his bald head, pulled off a hat and put it on. His men had already handed over the cut cigars. The gangster glanced at Professor Xu, who was leaning against the breakwater not far away and wearing a windbreaker and looking tall. He nodded lightly, and the cigar was delivered to the professor.

At the same time, the subordinate lit a second cigar for Kingpin:

"Do you want to smoke?" His men put on Kingpin's coat, and he walked forward slowly.

"No." Professor Xu waved his hand to reject Jin Bing's kindness. He turned to Jin Bing and showed a commercial smile: "It seems that you are in a good mood. Is there any progress in the experiment?"

Jin Bing's smile was a bit thicker, but he did not answer Professor Xu's question. The two of them switched to walking side by side and walked slowly along the long seaside trail. The bald man took a long time to reply: "Professor Xu, you are also a genius at MIT, guess what?"

"Frankly speaking, I think you won't get much results on the road of chemically enhancing the human body." Raymond laid out what he learned in front of the two of them, "To reproduce Dr. Abraham Erskine Steve Rogers’ serum has been studied for more than half a century, and there are no results, right?”

"To be honest -" Kingpin imitated Raymond's tone, but his voice was rough and low. He took a puff of his cigar and made his own comment: "I also don't think this plan has any prospects, but General Ross is obsessed with this."

"What about you?" Raymond turned his head and glanced at Jin Bin's side face. The professor chuckled and teased the gangster who had put away his edge: "Aren't you obsessed with this?"

Kingpin glanced meaningfully at Xu next to him, and then replied: "Professor Xu, your student is Spider-Man. Don't you envy her power?"

Before Raymond could answer, Kingpin continued: "So we are the same kind of people. Of course, I am from the lowest neighborhood in New York, and you are not, so I may be able to fight better than you... But None of us do anything by strength.”

"How those extraordinary human beings were born has nothing to do with me. I just want them to be used by me. I'm not Ross. I don't need an army to help me conquer the world." Kingpin said this calmly, but the meaning behind his words was revealed. But he was infinitely arrogant - of course, Raymond knew that the other party was qualified to be arrogant.

"But -" the professor lowered his head and chuckled, "it's not that you are not interested in conquering the world."

"Both Napoleon and Hitler tried that method, Ross's method, and they both failed." Kingpin looked quite disdainful, "I am not a fool like Ross, nor a short-sighted guy like Obadiah who rules the world. It’s not about force, it’s still people like you and me after all, isn’t it?”

With that said, Kingpin patted Raymond on the shoulder.

A bolt of lightning suddenly broke through the gray sky of New York Bay, followed by a roar of thunder.