I Am Gwen's Spider-Man Mentor

Chapter 89 Nick Fury

"Damn!"

The girl heard the darkness getting deeper and deeper as a group of swarthy people opened their white teeth and cursed. She reached for the switch next to the door and turned on the light. Only then did she see a black man in leather clothes sitting on her chair, struggling to pull Gwen away. Shooting spider webs.

He turned his back to the bedroom window and faced himself - he was still a one-eyed dragon!

"I'm sorry, it's very rude to break into a girl's bedroom." Gwen blew lightly, threw her hair behind her, and pulled her right foot back slightly, making a fighting posture——

There was a slight "click" sound behind her, and the girl's ears hidden under her blond hair moved almost imperceptibly. She immediately stood up, rolled and turned in the air, and at the same time shot spider silk at the ankle of the man behind her, pulling him down in one fell swoop.

Gwen, who has an output of fifteen tons, is enough to defeat the top human special forces with just a little force. The special operations team member who pointed an M4 rifle at Gwen's back was suddenly pulled to the ground.

But the special forces member was not idle either. He quickly took out a P226 pistol from the quick-draw holster on his crotch and pointed it at Gwen Stacey, who fell on the vertical wall.

"Stop it, Rumlow!" Nick Fury stood up from Gwen's chair and stopped the meaningless fight. Then, he pinched his collar and ordered: "Make sure the surrounding area has been cleared."

"Confirmed, Director!" Natasha Romanoff replied into Nick Fury's headset, "But we'd better not take too long."

Nick Fury nodded. He watched Rumlow stand up and step aside, then put his arms around Gwen: "Miss Spider, I guess you may be in trouble today."

Gwen frowned, narrowed her eyes slightly, and carefully looked at the people in the room - behind Rumlow stood several special operations team members also dressed in black, and the man in black clothes and black skin stood in the room. The man had a mysterious expression on his face that she couldn't understand.

It seems like he is their leader?

Gwen came down from the ceiling, knelt on her knees, crouched on the ground, and looked at Nick Fury in the room: "Has anyone ever said that your head looks like a pickled egg in a bar?"

People from the mysterious big country in the East pickle eggs with tea leaves, and Americans also like to soak eggs in transparent jars with various seasonings - of course, that thing can be regarded as one of the few dark dishes.

Nick's eyes showed a little disbelief - no one dared to speak to him in such a teasing tone. The director of SHIELD touched his head, and then shook his head helplessly:

"You don't seem surprised at all that we know your identity, Miss Spider."

Gwen shook her head, stood up, and confidently displayed her straight back in front of Rumlow, who was eyeing him with eager eyes. Her tone was casually provocative: "This is New York where everything is possible~"

"But the world may not work the way you imagine, miss." Nick Fury took a few steps closer. "Is it fun to shoot NYPD patrolmen, miss?"

"Oh——!" Gwen was almost not surprised that she was misunderstood again. Being misunderstood is already a common thing for Spider-Gwen. "So are you going to clear my name?"

Gwen was not afraid of Nick Fury at all. She even took two steps forward, then sat on her bed as if no one else was watching, and replied without raising her head: "I guess you are affiliated with the 'Treadstone Project', then Jason... Where is Bourne?"

"Miss, of course we are not actors in "The Bourne Supremacy."" Compared to Rumlow, who was all tense, Nick Fury looked extremely relaxed. Braised Eggman decided to carry out his riddle to the end: "We work in a more secretive and independent department."

"The man in black? Is the Elvis in our world really an alien?" Gwen stood up and covered her mouth with her hands in pretending to be surprised - looking like an innocent, stupid and surprised person Like a little girl. Then the girl took another look at Nick Fury:

“It is indeed ‘men in black’, or even ‘black men in black’, black to the power of two!”

Gwen even said this sentence with an upturned ending. It was so fun to tease these serious agents.

"It's really troublesome to communicate with little girls." Nick Fury and Rumlow looked at each other. The black director didn't care about complaining in front of Gwen that she was a little girl - in fact, most people were childish in his eyes. Almost like a child.

"If you think attacking the police is not a problem..." Nick Fury waved to Rumlow and told him to evacuate the house: "We can call the NYPD and let you explain it clearly to them."

"It sounds like there is some conspiracy in exchange for it." Gwen sneered and replied to the agent leader in front of him in a neither humble nor condescending manner.

Just for the sake of being neither humble nor overbearing, the girl acted somewhat deliberately - in her heart, she was still a little inexplicably afraid of unknown government agents.

After a few seconds of silence, the handsome and upright beautiful girl added the last sentence: "Tell me and listen!"

"Miss Stacey, among the bastards I have dealt with, you are a breath of fresh air." Seeing the tough-tongued spider girl couldn't help but show her weakness, Nick Fury took a few steps and sat back down. chair, and then continued: "Introduce yourself, Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency."

"What country?" Hearing this smelly and long name, the blond girl almost burst out laughing: "Is anyone really stupid enough to give themselves such a name?"

"Just call us SHIELD." Nick Fury shrugged helplessly at Gwen - to be honest, in his heart he also felt that "Strategic Science Corps" was a simpler name.

"Why do I think your name is just to make up the initials?" Gwen Stacy, who could get a B+ even if she skipped the composition class, keenly sniffed out some abnormal flaws.

Nick Fury ignored the chatty girl who seemed to be able to complain about anything. He just laughed dryly at Gwen a few times and then asked: "Anyway, Miss Stacey, what if you attack an NYPD patrol officer?" If you are really innocent - or if you really want to clear yourself of suspicion..."

The one-eyed dragon braised egg head retracted his legs, put his arms on his thighs, and suddenly moved his face closer: "It's best to cooperate with us."

"Huh?" Gwen replied with a grimace, but she didn't say anything further.

"First tell us..." Nick Fury lowered his head, looked through the information in his hand, and asked Gwen casually: "How much do you know about your mentor, Raymond Xu, Miss Stacey?"

----Dividing line----

"Xu, your student seems to be in trouble again."

After Raymond said goodbye to the two senators, he took out his mobile phone and first saw the text message sent by Nathaniel Wade. He downloaded the attachment of the MMS message and found that it was an unclear picture.

The professor enlarged the picture and saw that it was a case document for an assault on a police officer - the document read "Spider Woman attacked an NYPD patrol officer and caused serious injuries to the patrol officer". There was a picture of a man wearing a combat uniform attached to the upper right corner of the document. The photos that Gwen accidentally left behind are now posted on the case materials by the NYPD.

Raymond raised his eyebrows, opened his mouth slightly, and showed a slightly surprised expression. He was not surprised that Gwen would be wanted by the NYPD, and even be labeled as "assaulting a police officer"——

Now that Gwen Stacy is going to become Spider-Woman and take on the responsibility of being a "masked vigilante," she will almost certainly encounter this.

As for the fact that Nathan would know that his student Gwen Stacy was Spider-Woman...he had already been prepared for it as early as when Gwen called the Navy fighter jets to the Stark mansion.

After all, the secret service of this superpower is not just for nothing. If its multi-role fighter jets are inexplicably mobilized and you can't guess who mobilized them - then it should be the United States that was destroyed in 1991, not another one. A superpower.

Raymond didn't hesitate and dialed the phone directly: "Hey, Nathan, what do you think now?"

"Judging from the situation at the scene, we did ballistic analysis and smoke reaction analysis, and found that the deceased Latino present was suspected of shooting. As for your students..." Nathan hesitated and continued to report to Raymond: "She fled the scene, and we didn't notify the NYPD. We just told them not to send out the arrest warrant yet."

"Thank you." Raymond naturally wanted to write down this favor - recently the professor discovered that he, a restless student, had incurred more and more favor debts for himself.

"But this matter still needs an explanation." Nathan warned the professor carefully, "Although the person is not dead, he is more or less a patrolman, and his injuries are not light."

Unknowingly, my old friend seemed to be infected by the bureaucrats in Washington. Listen to what he said - "more or less a patrolman", as if that life was just a tool to him.

But it's hard to say, because Nathan himself is a character who is somewhat indifferent to everything. The professor sometimes even thinks that he is like a robot or an artificial intelligence, operating according to a set of set logic.

"I understand. I will talk to her and send me the evidence that needs to be provided." After Raymond said this, he briefly exchanged greetings with Nathan and hung up the phone.

He wanted to call Gwen, but after thinking about it, he was afraid that SHIELD would monitor the communication lines. So he waved to the driver: "You can take a day off today, I'll drive somewhere."

"Boss..." the driver seemed a little hesitant, "According to the group's regulations and considering safety factors, you are not allowed to drive alone without an escort."

"It's not your fault, and I won't go too far." Raymond explained to the driver, "I'm just going back to the laboratory."

"Okay..." The driver didn't want to refute his boss's reputation. He nodded hesitantly and agreed.