Chapter 88 Behind 911

"Besides, I think that mathematics probably doesn't support such a probability--" Gwen shrugged with her hands flat, and the spider eyes on the mask narrowed into a slit: "You want to catch a criminal. Just when you met him, he said I was turning myself in."

Richard ignored Gwen's sarcasm and suspicion of his motives. He looked at Spider-Woman who was making exaggerated mocking gestures in front of him, and just smiled slightly--

He has destroyed everything of his own, whether it is the identity of the external fire captain or the sense of responsibility of saving people and loving his family internally. He doesn't know what he has become now.

Maybe it's just a mess?

In the chaos, he seemed to see a light, and there was a person standing under the light and shadow. When the illusion and reality merged, he saw it clearly-it was Spider-Woman who was tumbling and jumping in the dark and saved him from the gun of the terrifying "Punisher".

"She's still a little girl..." After escaping from death, Richard once smoked a cigarette and sighed at the night sky.

Richard Brown, who had the same feeling as Raymond, was moved by Spider-Woman's bravery and dedication, and also found some of his original intention.

So, the former fire chief began to regard Spider-Woman as his last chance for redemption - this was exactly the purpose of his visit to Gwen today.

"It's not a whitewash." Richard lowered his head and responded to Gwen's ridicule helplessly, "I know, I'm just a bastard."

"Such a cliché!" Gwen exaggeratedly read these two words in a high-pitched tone like Shakespeare's drama. Then the girl winked and said coldly: "How do you want to go? Be cocooned by spider silk and sent to the police station, or walk in by yourself?"

"Neither, Miss Spider." Richard seemed extremely respectful. He took a step back and bowed to Gwen in front of him: "I just want to tell you what I saw and heard."

Gwen looked at the fire chief who was more than 20 years older than her and bowed to her, and felt a little uncomfortable from the bottom of her heart. The girl took a step to the side: "Your whitewashing doesn't look like Hollywood, it looks like a supporting actor in a Taiga drama."

Recently, in order to understand Raymond's cultural background, or to better understand Raymond, Gwen has watched a lot of East Asian TV dramas without thinking - including Japanese dramas, of course, so when she saw him bowing, the girl spit it out smoothly.

"Sometimes I can't really tell right from wrong, and I feel I'm worthless." As if turning a blind eye to Gwen's contempt and hostility, Richard said to Gwen seriously: "But I still know a little bit, which is valuable."

Gwen is 20 years old after all, and she won't be like Miles Morales, who was 15 or 16 years old, and forced a small character who can communicate and can't be on the weekly villain list to become a super criminal across the multiverse-

So, the girl put away the involuntary bad mouth after putting on the mask, and stopped using a 37-degree mouth to say minus 37 degrees words-at least The temperature rose by ten degrees Celsius: "The tragic hero, I will be a priest for once, and continue your confession~"

Richard sighed, and then the first sentence he said almost made Gwen, who was standing on one leg and the other on the wall, break her ligaments because she relied on the thickening of the crotch of the battle suit made by Raymond:

"911... It was concocted by the federal government. We were the ones who attacked us!"

"What?!"

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After sending Richard Brown away, Gwen, who had been standing upright, finally showed fatigue.

The girl staggered forward and then leaned against the wall of the alley. She supported the red brick wall with her hands, took off the mask, and breathed deeply to relieve her symptoms of discomfort.

Gwen Stacy was somewhat dazed at the moment, and she finally had a deeper understanding of the social rules that Raymond Xu talked about.

No matter in which world, 911 is considered a part of American history - history teachers, social news, celebrities, reporters... almost all channels tell the girl that it is one of the biggest scars of this country, a scar engraved in the hearts of generations.

But the fire chief, the hero of 911, just told her that the evil she hated was not completely evil, and the justice she advocated was not perfect justice.

He said, "911 may be a conspiracy concocted by the government!"

He said that he had seen flashes of suspected bombs in the underground garage of Tower 7 of the World Trade Center. He said that when the fire brigade rushed in to rescue people that day, they found that the fire protection system that should have worked was turned off, and no fire sprinkler was working properly...

If it was just like this, Gwen would not have thought that the US government would concoct a conspiracy that might affect the history of the next few centuries. But the problem is that the fire chief then explained many doubts to her in his professional capacity:

The fire chief said that when the twin buildings collapsed at the beginning, the upper building debris had not had time to fall down, and the lower floor had already begun to collapse. For a crushing free fall to occur, the lower structure must completely lose its support for the upper structure.

Based on his experience in participating in many fire rescue operations, the pollution caused by the collapse, the white smoke at the foundation before the collapse, the characteristics of vertical collapse, and the melted steel, the fire chief confidently concluded that the collapse of the World Trade Center was most likely caused by directional explosion.

In addition, Richard pointed out to Gwen that the main component of aircraft fuel is hydrocarbons, and its complete combustion temperature is up to 800 degrees Celsius, and the interior of the twin towers is smoldering.

According to a survey report by the U.S. National Institute of Standards and Technology NIST, none of the steel structures in the World Trade Center were exposed to 600 degrees Celsius for more than 15 minutes, and only three had temperatures exceeding 250 degrees Celsius.

In other words, those steel bars were not burned.

When she said this, Gwen felt chills all over her body, and she cast her fearful eyes on the calm-looking former fire captain. The girl only felt that those eyes were full of pity for herself, and those eyes seemed to be asking herself:

"This is the country that you try your best to maintain with your life, and the society that you defend with your blood. Is it worth it?"

She once believed in the NYPD so much that she tightened her strength just to prevent the criminals from being beaten to death, just to hand the criminals over to the NYPD - Gwen herself was the daughter of a police superintendent, and regardless of whether she believed in the police or not, she respected the police as much as possible. The public violence agencies in this society are authoritative, so she is always careful not to infringe on their law enforcement rights.

"Hey, Spider-Woman!"

After taking off the mask, Gwen's back suddenly straightened up, and the girl did not dare to look back - she put on the mask as quickly as possible, and then turned back:

An NYPD patrolman wearing a blue and black police uniform was pointing a pistol at him. The man shouted: "Put down your weapon, take off your mask, lie on the ground, hands behind your back!"

"Sir, I'm sorry." Gwen looked very weak, and the girl's voice revealed a sense of powerlessness: "I'm not in a good condition today, so I can't play house with you anymore."

“Bang——!” The policeman shot Gwen as a warning without hesitation, and then ordered: “Take off the mask!”

Maybe there are police officers who feel that Spider-Woman has helped them a lot. But for most police officers, this masked vigilante, who has been a headache for the NYPD chief for a long time, is the best stepping stone for them to gain credit and advance!

Although the New York City Council is still arguing over the legality of ghost spiders, the NYPD believes in using a big stick to speak for itself - capture her first and then talk about what is and isn't.

"Don't you ever understand the meaning of my wearing a mask?" Gwen spread her hands to the police helplessly, and the girl uttered a long paragraph: "In New York these days, the risks you face when helping people are higher than It’s too big for me to parkour in a wheelchair, can’t you guys be considerate of me?”

"Bang——!" The policeman shot Gwen without hesitation, but the girl had already turned sideways the moment the bullet came out of the chamber, dodging the pistol bullet that even seemed slow in front of her.

Immediately afterwards, Gwen took out the spider silk launcher under her wrist and easily used the spider silk to hook the pistol in the policeman's hand.

The girl looked at the heavy black metal engineering plastic mixed industrial product in her hand, tilted her head and asked the police in front of her: "I have relieved you of a lot of work, but you can only eat bagels during patrol, and go to the bar after get off work!"

"Calm down, Miss Spider!" After the NYPD policeman was taken away from his weapon, he rarely started to be reasonable. "We can talk slowly about anything."

"Now I know you should speak slowly!" Gwen was very angry now. The girl threw the pistol on the ground like trash, turned back and continued to complain: "It's just a free job, but you have to point the gun at me." "

The girl thought about her actions and situation, and asked a famous line: "Does a good person have to be held at gunpoint?"

"Don't move, rob!"

Just as Gwen was venting her dissatisfaction at the NYPD police officers, a Latino boy who quietly came up behind him tremblingly raised the pistol on the ground and pointed it at the police and Spider-Woman in the alley - his face was full of Looks like he's sucked too much.

"Did you smoke too much?!" Gwen turned around impatiently, "Robbing the police and Spider-Woman?"

The Latino boy twitched his nose first, and then stammered: "No... don't move!"

Gwen became impatient. She turned over her hand and threw out the spider silk, firmly sticking it to the barrel of the pistol. When she was about to hide the gun from the boy's hand, she didn't expect that the boy's index finger was on the trigger - -As Gwen drew the thread, there was a "bang" and the gun rang out.

The girl tilted her head slightly to avoid the fatal bullet, pulled the gun out of the boy's hand, and then pulled it back. At this time, she turned to look at the NYPD patrolman who was confronting her——

"Mr. Police Officer!"

The policeman who was confronting him trembled and fell to the ground, vomiting blood from his mouth. Gwen rushed forward, only to find that the bullet had penetrated him. The policeman was lying on the ground, panting heavily, and his black eyes were full of desire for life.