America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

"Is this alright?" Miyagi asked Riku.

"Can I wear a mask?" Li Qun asked.

"Look at your mask."

Li Qun took out the magic mask that Dr. Banner had made for him and put it on. Li Qun always carried this mask with him.

"no problem."

“Is it necessary to disguise it like this?” Gwen asked.

“The NYPD won’t track down surrendered guns, but others might,” Miyagi said.

"You're only telling me now?" Gwen said irritably.

Peter glanced at the palace, then at Gwen.

Peter thought to himself that he would protect everyone's safety.

“I’ll wait for you at the alley entrance and put on a show of handing over gift cards to me. That way, I’ll take all the trouble,” Miyagi said.

“Those guys whose guns I disarmed won’t have a second gun themselves; they’ll have to find someone else to help them.”

"It might get into a cycle where they keep sending me guns, and I keep having people hand over their guns," Miyagi said, laughing.

“It’s also possible they’ll hire an assassin to shoot you in the head from 800 meters away,” Li Qun said.

“That’s possible,” Harry agreed.

"Let's not push those guys too far. If we encounter them again, don't take their guns. Disassembling them into parts and leaving them there is also an option," Li Qun said.

"I'll think about it."

Miyagi clearly didn't listen.

Peter listened.

"Is it time to take action?"

Gwen was the last to complete the transformation; she now looks like a forty-year-old woman.

Harry had his hair sprayed with hairspray, his hair plastered to the back of his head, and nails stuck to his nose, lips, and ears, with stainless steel rings attached. Dressed in leather pants and a leather jacket, he looked like a member of a heavy metal rock band.

"Miyagi, you seem to know a lot about image design?" Li Qun stroked his mustache and took a picture of himself, looking like a stingy convenience store owner.

"I'm a Japanese person, we're born to draw comics and make animations," Miyagi said with a self-deprecating laugh.

"What is my role?" Peter wondered, as he seemed unremarkable among the four people in disguise.

“A college student, the most inconspicuous kind in school,” Miyagi said to Peter.

"Ok."

“Peter, actually, other roles aren’t really suitable for you; your eyes look too dull,” Miyagi said.

"I'm off first." Gwen picked up the bag containing the pistol and set off.

The New York Police Department's gun recycling point is an outdoor stall located in an open area, with police cars right next to the stall.

Gwen walked to the recycling point and placed the bag on the table.

The two police officers guarding the recycling point simply glanced at Gwen and carefully took out the three handguns from the bag to examine them.

"Can it be operated normally?"

"can."

Three gift cards, each pre-loaded with $100, were pushed in front of Gwen by one of the officers. Gwen pocketed the gift cards and quickly left.

When Gwen returned, she handed two gift cards to Miyagi. Meanwhile, Lillian, Harry, and Peter set off from the alley, proceeding according to plan.

“I need to change out of this, it’s so uncomfortable. Where did you find these clothes?” Gwen asked.

"The laundry shop, Mrs. Chen's laundry shop. Her son often orders pizzas from us for delivery."

“Some people are lazy and don’t want to watch the washing machine themselves, so they ask Mrs. Chen for help,” Gong Cheng said.

"Why don't you wait for them to come back so we can leave together?"

"That's fine too."

Gwen waited a while, and Peter returned first.

Peter and Miyagi stood at the alley entrance and also put on a show of handing over gift cards.

“Peter, did you keep any for yourself?” Gwen asked.

"I'll keep it."

Peter was still replaying the process of handing over the pistol in his mind when Gwen, seeing him lost in thought, grabbed his sleeve and pulled him away from the alley.

When Peter began to recall the pistols he had surrendered, he could clearly remember the owner of each one.

Peter also planned to hand over the handgun he had confiscated to the New York Police Department, and he intended to do it all by himself, constantly changing his appearance to impersonate different people.

Peter planned to give the gift cards he received to those whose weapons he had disarmed.

Peter felt that those people wouldn't rob others unless they were facing difficulties in their lives.

They need money, so the $100 gift card they got in exchange for the gun should be given to them.

Peter planned in his mind that he would get this done before Christmas Eve.

As the weather got colder, Peter stopped going out to "wander" every night.

……

……

On Monday, as soon as the school bell rang, Peter rushed out of the school, eager to get to the NYPD gun recycling center in Brooklyn to redeem his gift card.

Peter's disguise wasn't as meticulous as Miyagi's, and the two officers at the recycling point looked at him with some helplessness.

"Child, never mind, you can have it."

"How many guns do you have left? Bring them all over later, so we don't have to keep running back and forth. It'll make things easier for us all," the officer at the retrieval point said to Peter helplessly, covering his face.

“Officer, aren’t you going to ask me why I have so many handguns?” Peter asked naively.

The officer shook his head at Peter. "That's your problem."

A few minutes later, Peter dumped a pile of handguns on the table as if they were toys, and the two officers looked at him with complicated expressions.

“That’s all, they all work normally,” Peter said.

Do we have enough gift cards?

"One hundred is definitely not enough, but we can give you five hundred."

"Could you not give me five hundred? I want to share it with others," Peter said.

"That depends on your luck."

The two officers collected the pile of handguns on the table, placed the gift cards on the table, and began to work on calculations with difficulty.

"Do you need my help?" Peter asked kindly.

"Do you have a calculator with you?" an officer asked, looking up.

"No, I'm very good at math; I always got A's in school."

"Okay, you can help."

In less than three minutes, Peter counted out the gift cards he was supposed to receive.

Luck was on Peter's side; the vast majority of the prepaid bank gift cards—$25, $50, $75, and $100—ended up in his pocket.

"Kid, just a heads-up, you might run into one of our colleagues with all those gift cards you're carrying," the officer at the recycling point kindly reminded Peter.

"I will be careful."

After Peter disappeared from their sight, the two officers looked at each other in bewilderment.

"What should we say when we get back? The amount we recovered today is equivalent to the amount we recovered in the previous month."

"Only the two of us know why we should release it all back to the bureau at once. We release a little bit every day, pretending that someone is coming to hand it in every day."

Chapter 264 Death is a Cool Summer Night

Around 11 p.m., the magical television in the Sanctum Sanctorum suddenly lit up, and Dr. Banner, carrying a cup of hot tea, walked over and sat down in front of the television.

"It's winter. Shouldn't spiders be hibernating according to their habits?" Dr. Banner muttered to himself.

Dr. Banner watched Peter move among the skyscrapers, wondering what Peter Parker planned to do that night.

Peter acted very purposefully, searching the places where he had performed acts of chivalry.

Dr. Banner watched for more than ten minutes but still couldn't figure out what Peter was planning to do, so he used a portal to grab Liqun, who was already asleep in bed.

"Dr. Banner, you can't do this, I'm already asleep in bed..."

“This is your friend; you should care about him more than I do,” Dr. Banner said, pointing to the television.

Li Qun rubbed his eyes and sat down on the sofa.

On the television screen, Peter Parker, wearing a red hood, stood on the top floor of a building, looking down at the street. The cold wind was blowing the corner of his dark brown trench coat.

"Peter disappeared as soon as school was over today. I don't know what he's up to."

"You don't know either? You two are good friends, try to deduce it." Dr. Banner poured Li Qun a cup of hot tea to cheer him up.

"What we've been doing together lately..."

"I've got it."

“Peter might be trying to imitate Miyagi and disarm the robber,” Li Qun guessed.

"What does he need a pistol for?" Dr. Banner instantly perked up, his pupils gleaming slightly green.

“During the NYPD’s gun recycling program, Miyagi had a lot of handguns that he had confiscated from others. We took them to hand them in on Sunday and each of us received a $300 gift card in return.”

“But I feel that Peter doesn’t seem to want the money; he seems more like he wants to give it away.” The green light in Dr. Banner’s eyes faded.

"Um……"

“I’ve got it. Peter has confiscated quite a few guns when he did good deeds before. He went to exchange the confiscated pistols for gift cards after school today. Now Peter is looking for people who need money and giving them the gift cards,” Li Qun said, watching TV.