I Am Gwen's Spider-Man Mentor

Chapter 207 For Gwen Stacy (1)

Outside this luxurious Cadillac, the night swayed with the moving car. There were no flying insects in the New York suburbs in winter. There were only patches of flying snow, silent black and shadowy, monster-like figures in the car. The silhouette of mountains flashed by outside the window.

Wilson Fisk leaned thoughtfully in the back seat of his car, holding a whiskey glass with a large, round ice puck at the bottom. The ice ball weakens the bitterness of the whiskey, but instead reveals the complex layers of the drink.

Kingpin's whole body was strong, even his hands were no surprise - his strong hand shook the cup slightly, and the wine in the cup maintained a wonderful balance with the rhythm of the car and the hand. .

Kingpin was not feeling well tonight. He had been struggling in New York City for many years. Although Kingpin himself does not have a spider sense, he does have his own special perception of threats - it is something called experience, which can be called metaphysics.

Therefore, he dispatched 6 cars like this Cadillac in one go tonight, and his remaining 6 stand-ins also dispatched in response. They were going in different directions, but Jinpin stood behind Raymond Xu. After considering his position, he sent six substitutes to six places where he had to chase and intercept him.

But the real him got mixed up in this bulletproof car and headed to SHIELD headquarters on the Potomac River.

Today, he, Wilson Fisk, has been forced to the point where he doesn’t have much left to do. In the past, he didn't have to be so careful. The name "Jinbin" was more bulletproof than all the bulletproof vehicles and bulletproof vests put together... But times have changed, and now, even he has to be careful about Raymond Xu. Thunderous means.

Kingpin suddenly felt a little sad - when Raymond Xu fell, Spider-Woman was willing to help him, catch the people who framed him one by one, and even fought with Tony Stark to help him restore his reputation. …And he hasn’t even fallen yet…

Before the tree fell, the hozens were scattered like this.

The Kingpin sighed. He thought for a while and suddenly said: "Ms. SHIELD, they all say that Nick Fury was promoted by Alexander Pierce, but I guess they are not the same people, right?"

Natasha Romanoff, who was sitting next to the driver in the front seat, was shocked. She was from Black Braised Egg, not that old white man Pierce... As Raymond Xu launched an attack on S.H.I.E.L.D. Public opinion attacked, and the struggle between the two factions within S.H.I.E.L.D. finally surfaced much earlier than history.

"I'm just a liaison officer for SHIELD~" Black Widow said charmingly. Hiding is the skill she is most familiar with. At this time, her green, vampire-like eyes glowed with seductive charm - she was speaking with her eyes, using those seductive eyes to convey a message that she did not want to continue to answer this question.

But King never cared about these things. He didn't even care whether Black Widow answered him. He just said to himself: "Alexander Pierce promoted Nick Fury probably because he was someone who dared to violate the rules... and Those who violate the rules are best suited to be blamed.”

"You..." Kingpin smiled, "SHIELD is not a place suitable for beautiful ladies to hang out, is it?"

"Sorry, this is my job, sir." Natasha Romanoff sighed. She didn't need to act too much when her cards were already clear - everyone knew that now all Things have come to a head, including between her and Wilson Fisk.

"So..." Kingpin smiled at the Black Widow in front of him and said, "You followed me here, and none of the other six cars were like you. Are you communicating with Raymond Xu?"

"If I guess correctly, in order to deal with my bulletproof car, and even in order to deal with me... he should be lying on this road with the large-caliber sniper rifle in his trunk. Are you ready to give me a shot?"

As he spoke, Kingpin raised his hand in the shape of a pistol, lightly "popped" at the Black Widow in the front row, and fired. Then, before Natasha could react, Kingpin put away his smile and decisively ordered to the driver:

"Let's put this SHIELD down here. I hope she won't freeze to death!"

After driving the Black Widow, who was only wearing single clothes, out of the car, Kingpin ruthlessly ordered the driver to start the car.

----Dividing line----

Just when Wilson Fisk thought he would be shot by Raymond Xu's large-caliber sniper rifle, the professor was comfortably holding a cup of hot water at home in New York City, covered with his own weighted blanket. Tea, quietly enjoying the pictures transmitted by the drone's high-resolution thermal imaging night vision device on a tablet——

Just outside an unknown highway, two stolen M3 "Bradley" cavalry fighting vehicles from the New York State National Guard were quietly parked in a dark wilderness. The National Guard members rubbed their hands in the cold wind and breathed in the white heat:

"Who are we waiting for here?"

"Who knows who is waiting for..." The commander in the two-person turret tightened his winter hat. On this day, everyone else was at home with their wives and children huddled in front of the fireplace watching TV, but he was actually with this cold big man. Staying together in the aluminum shell, chewing MREs and getting cold in the cold winter months. What’s even worse is——

The captain brought out a bag of freshly heated MRE - Meals Rejected by Everyone self-heating dry food. After opening the bag, he felt disgusted when he saw the noodles mixed together inside, and threw the bag of MRE out. So far away.

"Damn it, vegetable lasagna is such a garbage, why do those officials still keep it!" The conductor cursed angrily. If it weren't for the extra money, they wouldn't be doing this in the dark. Waiting in the cold weather is a person who has nothing to do with them, waiting to bring him a destiny that he has already noticed.

"These highways haven't been rebuilt since Eisenhower, right?" The gunner who was under the car took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit it for himself shakily, then quickly retracted his hand and put it back in his pocket. inside, letting the cigarette burn in his mouth. He answered vaguely:

"The gentlemen on Wall Street love the juggling game of throwing ping pong balls. They can play with you with two or three ping pong balls by pushing them with their noses, but now they have nine or ten ping pong balls thrown up in the air at the same time. It’s fallen behind, and those smug men in suits think they can grow a third hand!”

Thinking of the relationship between highways, industry and financial games, the captain expressed his insights in such a high-pitched manner. When the gunner heard these words and was deep in thought, the driver, who had been staying in the car and watching the straight highway in the distance with thermal imaging, suddenly spoke:

"Hey!"

The driver who occupied the gunner's position saw the speeding vehicles on the highway through the gunner's thermal imaging camera channel - using a thermal imaging camera requires some effort, and there are only gray, black and white left in this world. Although the Bradley infantry fighting vehicle uses a high-definition thermal imaging system, it still requires some eyesight to distinguish heat sources that are not close to each other.

"Here comes the work!"

Before he even finished speaking, the driver got out of the gunner's position and reached his position in three strokes, five divided by two. The infantry fighting vehicle never shut down, so there was no need to warm it up. The gunner who was staying outside grabbed the handle on the outside of the infantry fighting vehicle, stepped on the tires, climbed up to the turret three times, five times five times two, and then fell straight down, right on his seat.

After a clanging sound of metal, the gunner grasped the joystick in front of him with both hands, and at the same time pulled up the sight in front of him. After changing the magnification from 4 times to 12 times, he pressed his thumb on the anti-tank On the missile's power button.

On the other side, the commander also pointed the aiming crosshair at the highway in the distance through the thermal imaging channel of the commander's peripheral vision mirror.

Raymond Xu felt that his large-caliber sniper rifle might not be able to take the life of the super villain in this super-powerful world, and he was caught in a dilemma for a while - although Kingpin was considered a Ordinary people, but in the Marvel world... ordinary people can be extraordinary, and can even fight back against superheroes.

It is expected that the weapons that can kill ordinary people can also kill these super villains... It can only be said that in that case, Gwen Stacy no longer has to regard Kingpin as a serious problem.

The professor's eyes followed the rotation of the cloud platform on the turret of the infantry fighting vehicle and aimed at the Cadillac not far away.

"You said, what target do we need to use these things to solve?" The gunner turned the sight, and when the angular velocity was transmitted to the fire control computer, he quickly bound the target's motion elements to the missile. On the other side, he secretly complained to the commander: "Our missile can lift the T-72 tank's more than ten-ton turret dozens of meters high and hit a car, but what about it?"

"Don't worry!" The captain looked around and saw that there was no one following the car, so he felt relieved.

They just received orders from their superiors to deliberately let the two cavalry tanks go missing for two days, then go to a designated place and within a designated time period, launch all the missiles and mechanisms on the vehicle at a designated vehicle. shells, and then came back to receive $10,000 each.

As for who was in the car, what that person did, and what kind of interest disputes he was involved in - that had nothing to do with them.

"Missile lock, power on!" the commander gave the order - so the gunner held his breath, listened to the beep in the earphones, and finally pulled the trigger.

At the missile launch tube next to the infantry fighting vehicle turret, as the gunner pulled the trigger, the missile did not come out of the barrel - the launch tube made a muffled "pop" sound and threw the plug behind it far away, and then , the thick anti-tank missile slid out of the launcher with a long tail flame.

The tail flame is especially bright at night, as bright as the 24-story torch burning in New York City.

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