I Am Gwen's Spider-Man Mentor

"Besides, I think mathematics probably doesn't support such a probability -" Gwen spread his hands flat and shrugged, the spider eyes on the mask narrowed into slits: "You wanted to catch the criminal, but as soon as you met him, he said I was Came to surrender."

Richard ignored Gwen's cynicism and doubts about his motives. He looked at Spider-Woman making exaggerated taunting movements in front of him and just smiled——

He has destroyed everything about himself, whether it is his external identity as fire captain or his internal sense of responsibility for saving people and loving his family. Now he no longer knows what he has become.

Maybe it's just chaos?

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

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

The same sentiment as Raymond - Richard Brown, whose conscience was not completely dead, also found some of his original aspirations after feeling emotional about Spider-Woman's bravery and dedication.

As a result, the former fire captain began to regard Spider-Woman as his last chance for redemption - which is why he came to Gwen today.

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

"So cliche!" Gwen pronounced the two words exaggeratedly in a high-pitched dramatic voice like Shakespeare's. Then the girl winked and said coldly: "How do you want to go? Be tied into a cocoon with spider silk and sent to the police station, or go in by yourself?"

"No, Miss Spider." Richard looked extremely respectful. He took a step back and bowed to Gwen in front of him: "I just want to tell you what I have seen."

Gwen watched the fire captain, who was more than twenty years older than her, bend down towards her, feeling a little uncomfortable from the bottom of her heart. The girl took a step to the side: "Your whitewash doesn't look like Hollywood anymore, it looks like a supporting actor in a Dahe drama."

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

"Sometimes I can't tell right from wrong, and I feel that I have no value." As if turning a blind eye to Gwen's contempt and hostility, Richard said to Gwen seriously: "But I still know Something like that is valuable.”

After all, Gwen is twenty years old, so she won’t be like the fifteen or sixteen-year-old Miles Morales, who is forced to become a small character who can communicate and is not on the weekly bad guy list. A super criminal across the multiverse—

So, the girl put away her mouth that she couldn't help but say after putting on the mask, and stopped using her mouth at 37 degrees Celsius to say words at minus 37 degrees Celsius - at least the temperature increased by ten degrees Celsius: "Tragic hero, then I will be a priest. Continue with your confession~"

Richard let out a long sigh, and then the first words he said almost made the crotch of the battle suit made by Raymond thicker, so he was standing with one leg on the ground and the other leg on the wall. , Gwen pulled her ligaments while doing a straight line:

"911... it was concocted by the federal government. The one who attacked us was ourselves!"

"What?!"

----Dividing line----

After seeing off Richard Brown, Gwen, who had been standing upright, finally showed signs of fatigue.

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

Now that Gwen Stacy is somewhat in a trance, she finally has a deeper understanding of the social rules mentioned by Raymond Xu.

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

But just now the fire captain and the 911 hero told herself that the evil she hated was not completely evil, and the justice she advocated was not perfect justice.

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

He said that he once saw the flash of a suspected bomb 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 been working was shut down, and none of the fire sprinklers were working properly. Work……

If this were the case alone, Gwen would not have thought that the US government would concoct a conspiracy that may affect history for centuries to come. But the problem is, the fire chief then explained many doubts to her in his professional capacity:

The fire chief said that at the beginning of the collapse of the twin buildings, the lower floors had already begun to collapse before debris from the upper floors could fall. For a pulverizing free fall to occur, unless the lower structure completely loses its support for the upper layer.

Based on his experience in participating in many fire rescues, from 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 captain confidently deduced that the collapse of the World Trade Center was most likely caused by directional blasting .

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 cold all over, 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 have tried your best to maintain with your life, and the society that you have defended 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 been a great help to them. 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 in the police force!

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 helplessly to the police, and the girl uttered a long paragraph: "In New York these days, helping people is more risky than Parkouring in a wheelchair is too big, can’t you guys be considerate of me?”

"Bang!" The policeman shot at 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 bars after get off work!"

"Calm down, Miss Spider!" After the NYPD policeman was taken away from his weapon, he began 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. On."

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, it's robbery!"

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.