Chapter 2201: Battle of Two Cities! (Forty-Three)

Chapter 2175 Battle of Two Cities! (Forty-three)

Carrying a backpack, Peter Parker hurriedly ran across the street and took the last bus to the edge of the Bronx at the last second before the door closed.

Don't get me wrong, it's not late at night. After all, people with super powers are a minority, and ordinary people hardly dare to move around in this area after dark, so the last bus here is at 3 pm.

After getting on the bus, Peter immediately put his backpack in front of him, put one hand on the zipper of the backpack, and the other hand on the middle of the backpack, and sat near the back door.

A black man and a bearded man sitting in the front of the bus retracted their eyes when they saw his posture. Obviously, they saw that this was an authentic local. Although he was white, he might be from Queens, which is not much better than the Bronx.

The bus swayed to the stop, and Peter got off the bus, waiting for everyone to leave. He looked around and found that no one was there, so he took out a few coins and threw them to the homeless man lying against the bus stop.

"Wait, don't leave yet." Bruce's voice came from the headset. He said, "Ask him where he can sell leaves. Go get some and burn them. Put the smell on yourself. Otherwise, the people there won't believe you."

Peter didn't shout, but whispered in surprise, "Is it necessary to be so meticulous? I don't think they care whether I'm an addict or not."

"It's always better to be careful. If you really hate the smell, just go and light a cigarette."

Peter looked around and said, "Don't bother. I remember there seems to be a place where homeless people get food nearby. I'll line up for a few minutes and I'll definitely smell all over my body."

This is where Spider-Man used to come, but looking down from a high altitude is different from walking in the city, so Peter took some time to identify the direction and finally strode towards an intersection.

He put on the hoodie and a mask, and kept his backpack in front of him. When he came to this street, there were obviously more homeless people, but most people looked at his dress and stopped looking at him.

Peter went to the food distribution area in front and took a look around. He also vaguely saw classmates he had met several times before at New York University. They might come here to do charity activities on the weekend.

After staying here for a while, Peter received a meal in a proper manner. He stuffed the still warm lunch box into his backpack and walked towards a more marginal place under the guidance of Bruce in the headphones.

This is an abandoned community. The so-called abandoned community is actually a piece of land allocated by the government to build many houses and build seemingly decent supporting facilities to promote how good it is to some people at the bottom of the middle class or lower level, and deceive them to buy houses here.

When almost all the houses are sold out, the property and supporting facilities will be completely evacuated. Many years ago, this was a measure to divert black people, but now it does not distinguish between skin colors.

The slums in the United States are not crowded. Most of them are such scattered abandoned communities. They still look like single-family villas, but they are far away from any supporting facilities needed by humans, and the public security is even more heavyweight.

And on the edge of this community, in the former social work center, there is a slum in the slum, also known as the homeless home.

This large public facility, which was only built as a shell to deceive homebuyers, became a paradise for homeless people after all the staff withdrew. They transformed it into their own residence and formed a gang to maintain order.

This place is like a complete small society. The gang is the government, the gang members are the main body of society, the homeless are at the bottom of society, and there are some wandering fugitives, many of whom are familiar faces to Spider-Man.

In order to maintain basic survival needs, they got a generator and even connected the water pipes. Because the conditions are more convenient, more idle homeless people are willing to join, so the population density here is relatively high, which is more in line with the dense and messy slum image in film and television works.

But this still can't hide that this is a community center that has been abandoned for at least 20 years without professional maintenance. It is so dilapidated that people think there should be at least a Brazilian embassy here.

Peter, an outsider, appeared here and immediately attracted their attention. Fortunately, Spider-Man has been a long time and has more experience dealing with this group of people at the bottom of society.

He didn't take off his hood or mask, but looked at the two black men who came over with a vigilant look and said, "I'm here to find someone. There's a man called Kevin. Do you know him?"

"What do you want to do with him?"

"He stole my gun."

The two black men immediately became alert, but not to Peter. They looked at each other, as if they were guessing which Kevin it was.

"It worked." Peter whispered to Bruce, and then he asked curiously, "I don't understand, why do you say that?"

"Gangsters are more afraid of someone hiding a gun, especially in their territory." Bruce replied, "If someone brings back a gun and doesn't turn it in but hides it, it means he must want to do something, and then everyone here is not safe."

"What's his full name?" asked a black man.

"Kevin Cobin, but I don't know if that's his real name." Peter looked up at the tall black man and said, "He looks like a Mexican, six feet tall, with black hair, brown eyes, and no beard."

This description is too broad, because there are more than 3,000 people in the entire camp, white people only account for 10%, and the rest are Asian, African, and Latin American immigrants, and there are countless Mexicans, whose height and hair color are not outstanding, so it's even harder to find them.

"What gun?"

"Glock 19, got it from a blue dog."

The tall black man immediately raised his eyebrows in surprise, looking up and down at Peter Parker, as if he didn't believe he had killed a policeman.

"He took the initiative to eliminate it for me." Peter Parker snorted in Bruce's tone and said, "If you don't help me find him, I will let the owner of the gun come to find him himself."

The two black men looked at each other again, and the one standing in front turned around and said, "Come with me, don't do anything small, we have enough troubles recently."

Peter followed them into the door and said, "Who is not? There is a big chaos in Queens. The four new gangs are fighting with the locals. Otherwise, I would not have found here."

Speaking of this, the cold and suspicious black man in front of him finally opened the conversation. He "The new gang is like crazy. My mother said they only saw such crazy gangs more than 20 years ago. At that time, they dared to rob police cars."

"Now they dare to do it too." Peter imitated Bruce and said, "I just came from the Litik community in Gotham. Three policemen died there. Guess how they died?"

The black man was really attracted. He turned around and looked at Peter. Peter said, "They didn't die on the street, but in their police car. The police car was less than 300 meters away from the police station."

The black man took a breath and said, "What a crazy bunch of people!" "The mayor is the same as theirs."

Peter immediately realized that he had obtained the key information, so he immediately said: "You mean the fat man named Cobblepot, the one who shot Bruce Wayne?"

"Yeah, I heard that Wayne is the richest man there. I think this mayor is a tough guy, at least much better than ours."

"Who else could be worse than him?" Peter echoed sarcastically: "No one would expect him to kill Stark."

The black man immediately laughed, walked forward, turned around and asked: "You specialize in this, right? Help people get guns?"

"I'm just an errand boy." Peter said helplessly, "Actually, it was one of my colleagues who got into trouble, and I came here to help him solve the problem."

Soon they walked into a small compartment separated by an abandoned car door and wooden boards, and an old Mexican man poked his head out. The black man pointed at him and said, "He's the leader of that gang of Mexicans, you can just ask him."

Peter described what he saw again, and the old man was stunned and said, "It seems that there really is such a person."

Peter said in his heart, of course there is, he just came from the Queens police station, and the gun loss was not fake.

Although he didn't know how Bruce managed to infer the true identity of the murderer and even his station based on the chatter of a few policemen and the long-empty crime scene, who made him Batman, just do it and it's done.

Peter was a little excited and secretly happy in his heart. In the past, he did all the logistics preparation, action planning, action execution and finishing by himself. Now he also has Batman as a backup. It feels so good to have a god teammate.

Peter is not really good at reasoning and solving cases. If he were to do it, he would choose to sneak in at night instead of just walking in with a few words and asking others to help find someone.

The black man's face immediately became serious. He was a little suspicious of Peter before, but after the old man said that, he was really worried. In addition to the danger of the guy hiding the gun, if the police came to the door, they would not be able to explain to the boss.

"Take us to find him, Captain." The black man leaned against the window, knocked on the table in front and said, "You have to take care of this."

"I can tell you where they are, but I won't go." The old man retracted his neck and muttered, "He lives on the edge of the territory of those crazy people. I don't want to be shot to death by a black gun."

The black man looked at the simple map drawn by the old man helplessly, took a breath of cold air, and stuffed the map to Peter, saying, "You go in by yourself, go through the small path behind, bypass the abandoned garbage dump, and the intersection with two tires tied to the wall is where the kid lives."

"But I have to remind you that the place is very close to the group of crazy people in Gotham. There are always gun battles there. Their bullets seem to be free. If you want to go there, you'd better be careful."

The black man walked up and patted Peter on the shoulder and said, "Compared with that group of crazy people, hiding a gun is really not a big deal. I want to help you, but it won't do me any good."

Peter knew he wanted money, and when he was hesitating whether to give it or not, Bruce said, "Don't give it to him, he will run away after taking the money, listen to me, that's what I say."

"But if something goes wrong, you and your boss won't be able to explain, and neither will I." Peter looked at him and said, "How about this, you leave me a phone number, I'll call you when I find him, and I'll pay for the garbage disposal."

The black man's face changed, and he immediately turned around and raised his hand to Peter and said, "I don't know how to deal with garbage, do it yourself."

Peter heard Bruce snort in the headset and then said, "Heh, coward."

Gotham people are really crazy, Peter thought.