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The next day.

[New York, Grayble University] campus.

A group of students gathered in front of a lawn, watching the campus bullying with laughter and chatter.

From time to time, students passing by after school stopped, craning their necks to join the crowd.

"Come on, insignificant Parker, don't be a sissy, show some manhood, and break through the defense using the method I just taught you!"

Flash Thompson, the star player of the school's football team, lunged forward, using his broad shoulders to directly knock away the skinny boy who was holding the football and standing there in a daze.

The latter's figure, like a deflated ball, rolled backward several times on the lawn before stopping.

His comical and miserable appearance immediately caused a burst of laughter from the surrounding onlookers.

Crack—

Flash Thompson walked forward with a smug look, deliberately stepping on Peter Parker's glasses that had fallen on the ground, and loudly mocked from above:

"What's wrong? Why don't you get up from the ground like a man? Are you waiting for your 'Stacy Mommy' to save you?"

"Don't… don't say that about Gwen!"

Peter Parker, with a pale face, struggled to stand up, but Flash Thompson stepped on his back, pressing him firmly to the ground.

"What did you say?" Flash Thompson put his hand to his ear, deliberately teasing, "Your voice was too soft, I didn't hear you."

"Oh, right, you probably don't know yet… something happened to your dear 'Stacy Mommy's' family. Her good-for-nothing old man had his head bitten off by a monster on his first day as sheriff."

"That night, a good buddy of mine happened to pass by the scene and saw this exciting scene. It's a pity he didn't have time to film it with his phone before the monster ran away."

"So…"

Flash Thompson lifted his foot, grabbed Peter Parker's collar with one hand, and lifted him up in a disheveled manner, threatening him in a voice that only the two of them could hear:

"Now that there's finally no one protecting you, shouldn't we settle the score from last year's final exam when you didn't let me copy your answers?"

"Do you know that was the closest I've been to applying for a scholarship in the past two years."

"But because of you, you selfish little thing, the $10,000 I originally wanted to use to buy a car went down the drain… Tell me, how are you going to compensate me for my losses?"

As he spoke, he had already raised his fist, which was as big as a sandbag, ready to teach the bookworm in his hand a good lesson.

Peter Parker struggled weakly like a duck being strangled by the neck.

The tightened collar made it impossible for him to speak, and even his breathing became difficult. He could only watch helplessly as the fist rapidly enlarged in his vision.

"Stop it!"

A cold female voice suddenly rang out.

At the same time, Flash Thompson's fist was successfully blocked by a fair and slender palm, and it was suspended in mid-air.

"I seem to have heard someone talking about my dad. Are you the one?"

Gwen said expressionlessly, "Your voice was too soft just now. I didn't hear you clearly. Can you say it again in front of me?!"

[Kill him, he just insulted your father, absolutely unforgivable…]

The familiar voice sounded again in Gwen's mind.

In the surrounding silence, Gwen began to slowly exert force on the palm that clamped the other's fist.

"Ah…?!"

Flash Thompson immediately felt a piercing pain coming from his fist.

He quickly released the hand that was grabbing Peter Parker's collar, wanting to use brute force to pry open Gwen's slender fingers.

However.

Soon, he was horrified to discover that even after using all his strength, he still couldn't shake the small hand at all.

My strength is not even as good as a woman's?

This is so unscientific!

Flash Thompson even faintly heard the sound of his four finger bones rubbing back and forth. He was filled with fear and subconsciously begged for mercy:

"Don't… I'm sorry, Stacy, I deeply regret your father's passing. He was a good man and a respected sheriff!"

If this hand was crippled, then his football career would probably end here.

So even if he lost face in public, Flash Thompson had to protect his hand.

Sure enough.

Gwen, who had just been eager to punch the other party's head, softened after hearing those false praises, even though she knew they were insincere.

The faint scarlet light in her eyes also dimmed again.

[Coward!!]

Gwen directly ignored the voice in her mind, and while letting go, she warned in a deep voice:

"You better not do it again, or I… won't be so easy to talk to!"

Flash Thompson fled in a panic while clutching his arm, but stopped a dozen meters away. "Useless Parker, even Stacy is more of a man than you."

After saying that, he ran away without looking back.

Leaving behind the surrounding crowd of onlookers with a dumbfounded look.

What just happened?

Why was Stacy able to block Flash Thompson's fist and scare him away?

Does Flash Thompson have any dirt on her?

Soon, the surrounding crowd dispersed knowingly.

With nothing to see, who would waste time here?

Gwen reached out to help the faltering Peter Parker, wanting to say a few words of comfort.

But considering that he was often bullied but never resisted, he was probably already used to it.

So she said directly: "Peter, I need your help…"

Then Gwen briefly told Peter Parker about her father's death and the scene she saw in the video.

"I don't care what that bastard is. I just want to find his whereabouts as soon as possible and avenge my father."

"Please, you're the only one who can help me right now."

Faced with the request of a friend and crush, what could Peter Parker do?

Of course, he nodded in agreement without thinking.

Even the pain constantly coming from his body seemed to lessen a lot at this moment.

"No problem, I'll take this video to Harry later, and use his family's luxurious computer to write a program code for automatic facial recognition. I believe it won't be long before we can find clues related to the murderer…"

"Harry Osborn?"

Gwen's eyes were slightly surprised. "You know that famous rich kid?"

"That's right, we're very good buddies."

Peter Parker's face showed a hint of pride. He subconsciously raised his hand to adjust his non-existent glasses, and then asked with a burning gaze:

"But Gwen, I have a question. How has your strength suddenly become so great recently?"

Gwen hesitated slightly when she heard this, but in the end, she decided to tell the truth.

"Actually, I'm Spider-Woman… Although I would like to patiently tell you the whole process of how I obtained my superpowers, I need you to track down the real culprit now!"

"After my father's death, I feel like everything has fallen into a dead loop, making it impossible for me to break through."

"So I hope you can help me break this cycle… and during this period, I must concentrate all my energy to become stronger, because I must defeat that monster!"

"I knew it… ah no, I mean I understand." Peter Parker nodded heavily. "Don't worry, I'll notify you as soon as I have any news."

"Thank you."

Gwen squeezed out a slightly stiff smile, and then left the campus directly.

Although she had just "forgiven" the school bully, the raging fire that had been suppressed in her chest had not been extinguished.

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She must find a place to release it immediately.

Otherwise… it may backfire.

Peter Parker looked at the back of the goddess gradually moving away, and muttered to himself with a face full of hope: "If only I could become as strong and special as Gwen someday!"

Then he shook his head and threw this unrealistic idea out of his mind.

He was just an insignificant little person. How could he have such an opportunity?

More than ten minutes later, after returning to the dormitory and replacing his glasses, Peter Parker took the bus to [Osborn Tower].

…………

……

Night falls.

[Queens] A certain port.

"Hey, I say, you [Hand] guys, do you have any sense of time? You're a full 19 minutes late this time!"

A middle-aged man with the [Fisk Group] logo on his work clothes pointed at the group of men in black who were constantly escorting goods off several speedboats in front of the dock, and complained with a face full of displeasure:

"Mr. Fisk lent the dock to you for transporting goods, but he took a great risk. If you don't abide by the dock entry time again, then I will have to report it truthfully!"

The so-called "goods" he was talking about were a group of teenagers who were like walking corpses.

They were stuffed into SUVs one by one with dull eyes. On the foreheads of these teenagers, two special beast tooth-shaped runes were painted with some kind of red pigment.

Ferdinand, the person in charge of [The Hand], quickly apologized with a smile, "Mr. Raxton, please calm down, we will pay attention next time."

Just as the two were talking.

A piercing siren suddenly came from not far away, and then a police car sped towards the dock.

"What now?!"

Ferdinand's face suddenly changed when he saw this. While looking at Raxton, one hand was already on the pistol in his arms.

The goods being transported this time were extremely important, and it was an order personally issued by the leader [Black Sky], so there was absolutely no room for error.

Look at your surprised look?

The man named Raxton glanced at him with a look of disgust, and then walked towards the direction where the police car stopped. "Don't be nervous… I'll take care of it."

"Sir, we just received a report that someone is engaging in smuggling activities here…"

Two young police officers used the car door as cover, pointing a tactical flashlight at Raxton with one hand and pressing on the handle of the gun at their waist with the other.

However, before the two of them could finish speaking, they saw Raxton directly take out two rolls of cash and throw them at their feet, and warned in a tough tone:

"You two are new here, right… Don't you know that this is Mr. Wilson Fisk's dock?"

"If you know what's good for you, quickly take the money and get out of here, just pretend you didn't see anything, otherwise you won't have a good time!"

Wilson Fisk, a well-known entrepreneur and philanthropist in [New York], owns many large companies, is kind and generous, and is a guest of honor for celebrities and politicians… All of the above are identities on the surface.

But whenever night falls, Wilson Fisk will continue to influence every inch of land and every street in [New York] under another name.

That is—[Kingpin]!!

Kingpin controls at least 40% of the illegal transactions in [New York]'s underground, and even secretly manipulates the nominations of the two mayors in order to seek greater fame and profit for himself.

And when dealing with enemies, his methods are even more unscrupulous.

Over the years, countless bodies have been thrown into the [Hudson River] by Kingpin and his men.

It is no exaggeration to say that he is the undisputed Godfather of the [New York] underworld, and the underground emperor whose stomping feet will make every district tremble.

So even though the two police officers had only been employed for a few months, they had long heard of Kingpin's name.

Now that I think about it, they were clearly four police cars that left the police station together, but the other three all tacitly "got lost" on the way.

So the water here is so deep?!

Immediately, the two police officers looked at each other and saw a strong "desire to survive" in each other's eyes.

A few thousand dollars a month is not worth risking your life for?

So the two of them skillfully bent down to pick up the money and prepared to get in the car and leave.

But at this moment.

Swish swish—

Several white spider silks fell from the sky, directly sticking their entire bodies and the hand holding the money to the car.

Then Gwen, wearing a black and white battle suit, hung upside down from a spider silk like a spider, and shouted with anger:

"Your behavior is simply an insult to this sacred profession… a disgrace to the police force!"

Thinking that her father had died heroically while arresting criminals, but these people willingly degenerated and colluded with criminals, Gwen couldn't help but feel unworthy for her father.

The anger in her heart surged, and a creepy scarlet light reappeared in her eyes.

[Kill these disgraces to the police force, they tarnished the glory of your father!!]

Gwen clenched her fists tightly when she heard this, wishing she could punch the heads of these two worms with two punches.

But in the end, reason prevailed over impulse, and she resisted the urge to kill.

Because… her father would definitely not like her doing this!

Ignoring the two police officers and the word "coward" echoing in her mind, Gwen flipped off the vehicle and charged towards the security guards and Hand members on the opposite side.