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Chapter 107 Chapter 130 Chapter 131 Spider-Gwen's Week (Part )
The next day.

[New York Greybull University] On campus.

A group of students gathered in front of a lawn, chatting and laughing as they watched the ongoing campus drama.

From time to time, students passing by after school would stop, stretch their necks and join the crowd of onlookers.

"Come on, insignificant Parker, stop being a sissy and show some manliness. Break through the defense using the method I just taught you!"

Flash Thompson, the star player of the school football team, leaned forward and used his broad shoulders to knock the thin boy who was standing there in a daze holding a football against him away.

The latter's body rolled backwards several times on the lawn like a deflated ball before stopping.

The comical and miserable appearance immediately caused the students watching the show around to burst into laughter.

click-

Flash Thompson walked forward with a smug look on his face, and on the way he deliberately stepped on Peter Parker's glasses and broke them to the ground, and laughed loudly from a condescending position:

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

"Don't...don't say that Gwen!"

Peter Parker, with a pale face, tried to stand up, but Flash Thompson stepped on his back and pressed him to the ground.

"What did you say?" Flash Thompson put his big hand to his ear and deliberately taunted, "Your voice was too quiet just now. I didn't hear it."

"Oh, by the way, you might not know this yet... Something happened at home with your dear 'Mom Stacy'. Her good-for-nothing dad had his head bitten off by a monster on his first day as sheriff."

"That night, a good friend of mine happened to pass by the scene and saw this exciting scene. Unfortunately, he didn't have time to record it with his mobile phone before the monster ran away."

"so……"

Flash Thompson raised his foot, grabbed Peter Parker's collar with one hand, and brought him in front of him in a panic, threatening him in a voice that only the two of them could hear:
"Now that you're finally unprotected, shouldn't we settle the score for not letting me copy answers from last year's final exam?"

"You know, that was the closest opportunity I've had to apply for a scholarship in the past two years."

"But because of you, a selfish little thing, the $1 I originally wanted to use to buy a car ended up going down the drain... Tell me, how are you going to compensate me for my loss?"

As he spoke, he had already raised his sandbag-sized fist, ready to teach the nerd in his hand a lesson.

Peter Parker struggled helplessly like a duck with its neck strangled.

The tightened collar made it impossible for him to speak, and even his breathing became difficult. He could only watch the opponent's fist rapidly enlarge in his field of vision.

"stop!"

At this moment, a cold female voice suddenly sounded.

At the same time, Flash Thompson's fist was successfully blocked by a white and slender palm, and it just hovered in the air.

"I think I heard someone talking about my dad. Is that you?"

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. This is absolutely unforgivable...]

The familiar voice sounded again from Gwen's mind.

In the dead silence all around, Gwen began to slowly exert force with the palm of her hand that was clamped around the other person's fist.

"ah……?!"

Flash Thompson suddenly felt a piercing pain in his fist.

He quickly released the hand that was grabbing Peter Parker's collar and tried to pry Gwen's slender fingers open by brute force.

however.

Soon he discovered to his horror that even though he had used all his strength, he still could not move the little hand at all.

I'm not even as strong as a woman?
This is fucking unscientific!

Flash Thompson could even faintly hear 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'm deeply sorry for the passing of your father. He was a good man and a well-respected sheriff!"

If this hand were disabled, his football career would probably be over.

So even if it meant losing face in public, Flash Thompson had to keep his hand.

really.

Gwen, who had just wanted to punch the other person's head to pieces, softened her heart after hearing the false praise, even though she knew it was insincere.

The barely perceptible blood-red light in his eyes dimmed again.

【coward!!】

Gwen simply ignored the voice in her head and warned in a deep voice as she let go:

"It better not happen again, otherwise I... won't be so easy to talk to!"

Flash Thompson fled in panic, folding his arms, but stopped more than ten meters away. "Useless Parker, even Stacy is more powerful than you."

After saying that, he ran away without looking back.

Only the confused onlookers were left around.

What on earth just happened?
Why was Stacy able to block Flash Thompson's punch and scare him away?

Is it because she has some dirty laundry on Flash Thompson?

Soon, the crowd of onlookers dispersed tactfully.

If there is nothing fun to watch, who would waste time here?
Gwen reached out to help the staggering Peter Parker up, wanting to say a few words of comfort.

But considering that the other party is often bullied by his father but never resists, he may have gotten used to it a long time ago.

So he said directly: "Peter, I need your help..."

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

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

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

What else can Peter Parker do when faced with a request from his friend and secret crush?
Of course, I nodded in agreement without thinking.

Even the pain that continued to come from my body seemed to be alleviated a lot at this moment.

"No problem. I'll take this video to Harry later and use his fancy computer to write a program to automatically search for facial recognition. I believe it won't take long to find clues related to the murderer..."

"Harry Osborn?"

Gwen looked slightly surprised, "Do you know that famous rich second generation?"

"Yes, we are very good brothers." Peter Parker showed a hint of pride on his face. He subconsciously raised his hand to adjust his non-existent glasses, and then asked with a burning gaze:

"But Gwen, I have a question. Why have you suddenly become so much stronger lately?"

Gwen hesitated for a moment after hearing this, but finally decided to tell the truth.

"Actually, I am Spider-Woman... Although I would like to patiently tell you the whole process of how I acquired my super powers, but now I need you to track down the real culprit!"

"After my father died, I felt like everything was stuck in a vicious cycle that I couldn't break."

"So I hope you can help me break this cycle... and in the meantime, I must focus all my energy on becoming stronger, because I have to defeat that monster!"

"I knew it... No, I mean I understand." Peter Parker nodded heavily. "Don't worry, I'll let you know as soon as I have any news."

"Thank you."

Gwen forced a slightly stiff smile and then left the campus.

Although she had just "forgiven" the school bully, the burning anger in her chest had not been extinguished.

We must find a place to release it immediately.

Otherwise... there is a high possibility of backlash.

Peter Parker looked at the goddess's receding figure and muttered to himself with hope on his face, "I wish I could become as powerful and special as Gwen someday!!"

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

He was just an insignificant little person, how could he have such an experience?
Ten minutes later, after returning to the dormitory and changing into a new pair of glasses, Peter Parker took the bus to Osborne Building.

…………

……

Night falls.

A port somewhere in Queens.

"Hey, you guys from the Hand, do you have any sense of time at all? 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 escorting cargo from several speedboats at the dock and complained unhappily:

"Mr. Fisk has taken a huge risk by lending you the dock for shipping. If you don't abide by the docking schedule, I will report it to the authorities!"

The so-called "cargo" he mentioned was a group of teenagers who were like zombies.

They were stuffed into the off-road vehicle with dull eyes. Two special animal-tooth-shaped symbols were painted on the foreheads of these teenagers with some kind of red paint.

Upon hearing this, Ferdinand, the head of the Hand, quickly apologized with a wry smile, "Mr. Laxton, please calm down. We will definitely pay more attention next time."

Just as the two were talking.

Suddenly, a shrill siren sounded not far away, and then a police car was seen speeding towards the dock.

"What should we do now?!"

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

The cargo being transported this time is of vital importance, and it is an order personally issued by the leader [Black Sky], so there is absolutely no room for any mistakes.

Look at how surprised you are?

The man named Laxton glanced at him with disdain, then walked towards the police car. "Don't be nervous... I'll take care of it."

"Sir, we just received a report that someone is conducting smuggling activities here..."

Two young police officers used the car door as a cover, one hand holding a tactical flashlight pointed at Luxon, and the other hand on the gun handle at their waist.

However, before they could finish their words, Luxton on the other side took out two rolls of cash and threw them at their feet, and warned them in a stern tone:
"You two are new here, right? Don't you know this is Mr. Wilson Fisk's dock?"

"If you know what's good for you, take the money and get out of here, and pretend you didn't see anything. Otherwise, you'll be in big trouble!"

Wilson Fisk, a well-known entrepreneur and philanthropist in New York, owns several large companies, is a philanthropist, and is a guest of honor for celebrities and political figures from all walks of life... All of the above are his public identities.

But every time 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 percent of the illegal transactions in New York's underground, and even secretly manipulated the nominations of two mayors in order to gain greater fame and benefits for himself.

When dealing with his enemies, he would use any and all means possible.

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 underground gang, the underground emperor whose stomping of his feet can make every block tremble.

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

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

Is the water so deep here?!

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

It’s just a few thousand dollars a month, why risk your life?
So the two of them bent down quickly to pick up the money and prepared to get in the car and leave.

But right now.

Whizzing--

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

Then, Gwen, dressed in black and white, dangled from a thread like a spider, shouting angrily:

"You two's actions are an insult to this sacred profession... You are a disgrace to the police force!"

When Gwen thought about how her father died heroically while trying to catch criminals, but these people were willing to degenerate and become accomplices with the criminals, she couldn't help but feel sorry for her father.

Anger surged in his heart, and a terrifying blood-red light appeared in his eyes again.

[Shame on the police force for killing them! They brought shame upon your father! ! ]

Gwen clenched her fists tightly upon hearing this, wishing she could smash the heads of these two termites with two punches.

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

Because... my father will definitely not like me doing this!

So Gwen simply ignored the two police officers and the word "coward" that kept echoing in her mind, turned over and rushed towards the security guards and members of the Hand opposite.

(End of this chapter)