Chapter 66 Investigation in Progress

Spider-Woman has never been asked this question before. Even if the 20-year-old Gwen Stacy was forced to live in a small bedroom rented cheaply in the slums, she could still eat. The developed modern food industry makes it no longer difficult to feed a person. As long as they don't get addicted to illegal drugs, people, like mice, can always get a place in this developed metropolis.

But Richard Brown, who is in his forties, is different. As a former fire captain who has a family, or once had a family, and is now unemployed, he has various expenses to take care of in addition to food expenses.

Even if his wife has left him, he can't abandon his children... His wife only works the night shift in the hospital. How can she support two hungry children by herself?

Gwen tried to point out a way for Richard, but Spider-Woman finally found that she had nothing except this battle suit, and she couldn't point out anything.

She could only hand the criminal to the NYPD. Apart from that, she couldn't do anything.

That damn feeling of powerlessness climbed up from the soles of her feet again, relaxing the girl's tense muscles a little. After a long while, Gwen finally broke away from the feeling of powerlessness and retreated silently.

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

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

Let her investigate Kingpin by herself, and I just need to... continue to do so until I can't do it anymore.

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

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

It was not until then that the former fire chief finally breathed a sigh of relief. He stretched his body on the sofa, and after a long while, he turned over, took out his mobile phone, and made a call:

"Tell the gentleman that the goods allocated to me have been distributed. I think I can do more."

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

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Police Commissioner George Stacy attached a map of New York City to the whiteboard in front of him with a magnet, and then carefully smoothed the folds on the map. Then he took out a red marker, picked up a photo from the table, and marked the location where Spider-Woman appeared according to the document. He first circled the block with a red marker, and then hung the photo in the red circle.

In this way, after the police commissioner was busy in the office alone for an afternoon, all the information was collected.

Looking at the red circle on the map, George Stacy patiently connected all the photos together... Excluding those locations that were too out of the group, the police commissioner looked at the results of his connection, and his brows gradually relaxed-

Empire State University was honestly staying in the center of all the red circles.

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

A tall and handsome young policeman pushed the door open 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 asked Empire State University to assist the NYPD in the investigation."

When George Stacy said "Spider-Man", he used the name "Spider-Man". The new policeman didn't quite understand the superintendent's habit. He frowned and whispered back: "As far as I know, it should be Spider-Woman who is active in New York? Female?"

"What female?" George turned around and threw the marker on the table, "Look at that chest, does it look like a normal adult woman? That's a pervert wearing a women's tights!"

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

Thinking of such "lunatics" operating in New York City, the police inspector's brows, which had just relaxed a little, furrowed even deeper. For the sake of his lovely daughter who had just been born, it would be better for these perverts who were swinging around in tights between high-rise buildings to be stuffed into 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 can only take a torn bag and feed my wife, daughter and me with wind!"

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Raymond Xu was waiting alone on the beach in New York. The professor was wearing a khaki windbreaker, leaning against the breakwater, looking at the concrete ground, a little absent-minded. The wind brought up the smell of the sea and grass together, and the natural breath made the professor, who was used to breathing the exhaust of cars in New York City, squint his eyes.

The sound of the wind also covered up the sound of the propeller of the drone not far away. The professor cast a casual glance at the distance, which was also his handwriting - it was not a stunning work, but just a prototype of the swarm drone.

This time when he met Kingpin, in addition to bringing the sniper rifles, large-caliber machine guns and anti-tank missiles that Stark Industries had sealed in the warehouse as usual, he also brought these drones controlled by the watch on his left wrist for the first time.

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 half leaning on 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 little 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 The serum is too difficult. He himself left almost no research data. Steve Rogers’ serum has been studied for more than half a century, and there are no results. "

"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 We don’t do things with 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.