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The next day.
On the campus of Greable University in New York.
A group of students gathered in front of a lawn, laughing and talking as they watched a campus bullying incident unfold.
From time to time, students passing by after school would stop, crane their necks, and join the crowd of onlookers.
"Come on, insignificant Peter, don't be a sissy, show some manliness, break through the defense the way I just taught you!"
Flash Thompson, the star player of the school's rugby team, lunged forward and used his broad shoulders to directly knock the scrawny boy across from him, who was holding a rugby ball and standing in a daze, flying.
The latter's body, like a deflated ball, rolled backward several times on the lawn before coming to a stop.
That comical and miserable sight immediately caused the surrounding students watching the show to burst into laughter.
Crack—
Flash Thompson walked forward with a smug look, intentionally stepping on and crushing Peter Parker's glasses, which had fallen to the ground, and loudly mocked him from above:
"What's wrong? Why don't you get up like a man? You're not waiting for your 'Mommy Gwen' to save you, are you?"
"Don't... don't talk about Gwen like that!"
Peter Parker, pale-faced, struggled to stand up, but was stepped on the back by Flash Thompson, who pressed him firmly to the ground.
"What did you say?" Flash Thompson cupped his hand to his ear, deliberately taunting, "Your voice was too low just now, I didn't hear you."
"Oh, right, you probably don't know yet... something happened to your dear 'Mommy Gwen's' family. Her useless father 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 moment. Unfortunately, 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 miserably to face him, threatening in a voice only the two of them could hear:
"Now that no one is covering for you, shouldn't we settle the score from last year's final exam, when you wouldn't let me copy the answers?"
"Do you know, that was my closest chance to apply for a scholarship in two years."
"But because of you, you selfish little thing, the 10,000 dollars 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 large fist, ready to give the nerd he was holding a good lesson.
Peter Parker struggled helplessly like a duck whose neck was being choked.
The tight collar made it impossible for him to speak, and even his breathing became difficult. He could only watch as the other party's fist rapidly grew larger in his vision.
"Stop!"
At this moment, a cold female voice suddenly rang out.
At the same time, Flash Thompson's fist was successfully blocked by a fair and slender hand, suspended in mid-air.
"I think I heard someone talking about my father. Was that you?"
Gwen said expressionlessly, "Your voice was too low just now, I didn't hear clearly. Can you say it again to my face?!"
"Kill him. He just insulted your father. Absolutely unforgivable..."
The familiar voice echoed in Gwen's mind again.
In the dead silence around them, Gwen's hand, gripping the other's fist, slowly tightened.
"Ah...?!"
Flash Thompson immediately felt a piercing pain emanating from his fist.
He quickly released The Hand that was gripping Peter Parker's collar, wanting to use brute force to pry open Gwen's slender fingers.
However.
He soon discovered with horror that even though he had used all his strength, he still couldn't move that small hand in the slightest.
My strength is actually inferior to a woman's?
This is so unscientific!
Flash Thompson could even faintly hear the sound of his four finger bones rubbing against each other, and a mix of fear and dread surged in his heart. He subconsciously blurted out a plea for mercy:
"Don't... I'm sorry, Daisy, I deeply regret your father's passing. He was a good man and a respected sheriff!"
If this hand were to be crippled, then his rugby career for this lifetime would probably be over.
So, even if he lost face in public, Flash Thompson had to save his hand.
Indeed.
Gwen, who had just been eager to punch the other party's dog head, softened after hearing those false praises, even though she knew they weren't heartfelt.
The almost imperceptible crimson glow in her eyes dimmed once more.
"Coward!!"
Gwen directly ignored the voice in her mind, and as she let go, she warned in a low voice:
"There better not be a next time, or else I... won't be so easy to talk to!"
Flash Thompson clutched his arm and fled in a panic, but stopped a dozen meters away, "Useless Peter, even Daisy is more of a man than you."
With that, he ran off without looking back.
Leaving only the bewildered onlookers around him.
What just happened?
Why could Daisy block Flash Thompson's punch and scare him away?
Was it because Flash Thompson had some dirt on her?
Soon, the surrounding crowd dispersed, sensing the mood.
No fun to watch, who would waste time here?
Gwen reached out and helped the tottering Peter Parker up, intending to offer some comfort.
But considering that he was often bullied but never resisted, he had probably already gotten used to it.
So she said straightforwardly, "Peter, I need your help..."
Then Gwen briefly explained to Peter Parker about her father's death and the scenes she saw in the video.
"I don't care what that bastard is specifically, 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 from his best friend and secret crush, what else could Peter Parker do?
Of course, he nodded in agreement without hesitation.
Even the constant pain in his body seemed to lessen considerably at that moment.
"No problem. I'll take this video to Harry later and use his family's luxurious computer to write an automatic facial recognition program code. I believe it won't take long to find clues related to the killer..."
"Harry Osborn?"
Gwen's eyes showed a hint of surprise, "You even know that famous rich second-generation?"
"That's right, we're really good buddies."
Peter Parker's face showed a hint of pride. He subconsciously raised his hand to adjust his non-existent glasses, then asked with burning eyes:
"But Gwen, I have a question. Why has your strength suddenly become so great recently?"
Gwen hesitated for a moment at his words, but ultimately decided to tell him the truth.
"Actually, I am Spider-Woman... Although I'd like to patiently tell you the whole process of how I gained my superpowers, right now I need you more to investigate the true culprit!"
"After my father died, I feel like everything has fallen into a dead loop, making it impossible for me to break free."
"So I hope you can help me break this loop... And during this time, I must focus all my energy on becoming 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 forced a slightly stiff smile, then left the campus directly.
Although she had just "forgiven" the school bully, the raging fire accumulated in her chest had not been extinguished.
She had to find a place to release it immediately.
Otherwise... she might suffer a backlash.
Peter Parker watched his goddess's receding figure, murmuring hopefully, "If only I could become as strong and special as Gwen someday!"
Then he shook his head, casting that unrealistic thought out of his mind.
He was just an insignificant small fry, how could he have such an encounter?
Ten minutes later, after returning to his dormitory and changing into a new pair of glasses, Peter Parker took a bus to Osborn Tower.
...
...
Night fell.
A certain port in Queens.
"Hey, I'm telling you guys from The Hand, do you have any sense of time at all? This time you're a full 19 minutes late!"
A middle-aged man with the Fisk Group logo on his work uniform pointed at the group of men in black who were constantly escorting goods from several speedboats in front of the dock, complaining with a displeased look:
"Mr. Kingpin is taking a huge risk lending you the dock for transporting goods. If you don't adhere to the docking times, then I'll have to report it truthfully!"
And the so-called "goods" he referred to were a group of teenagers like walking dead.
They were each stuffed into off-road vehicles with dull eyes, and on their foreheads, a special rune resembling two beast teeth was drawn with some kind of red pigment.
Ferdinand, the person in charge of The Hand, heard this and quickly apologized with a forced smile, "Mr. Raxton, please calm down, we will definitely pay attention next time."
Just as the two were speaking.
Suddenly, a harsh siren sounded in the distance, and then a police car was seen speeding towards the dock.
"What do we do now?!"
Ferdinand's expression immediately changed at the sight, and as he looked at Raxton, one hand was already on the pistol in his Pregnant.
The goods being transported this time were of crucial importance, and it was an order personally given by the leader, black sky, so there could be absolutely no mistakes.
Look at you, so easily surprised?
The man named Raxton gave him a disdainful glance, then stepped towards where the police car had stopped, "Don't be nervous... I'll handle it."
"Sir, we just received a report that someone is engaged in smuggling activities here..."
Two young police officers used the car door as cover, one holding a tactical flashlight aimed at Raxton, the other with a hand on the grip of their gun at their waist.
However, before the two of them could finish speaking, they saw Raxton directly pull out two rolls of cash and throw them at their feet, warning in a firm tone:
"You two must be new... Don't you know this is Wilson Kingpin's dock?"
"If you're smart, take the money and scram. Just pretend you didn't see anything, or else you won't have a good time!"
Wilson Kingpin, a well-known entrepreneur and philanthropist in New York, owns multiple large enterprises, is benevolent and generous, and is a distinguished guest of various social elites and political dignitaries... All of these are his public identities.
But every time night falls, Wilson Kingpin continues to influence every inch of New York, every street, under another name.
That is—Kingpin!!
Kingpin controls at least forty percent of the illegal transactions in New York's underground, and even secretly manipulated the nominations of two mayors to gain 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 subordinates.
It's no exaggeration to say that he is the undisputed godfather of the New York underground, the underground emperor who makes every district tremble when he stomps his foot.
So even though the two police officers had only been on the job for a few months, they had already heard of Kingpin's great name.
Now that they thought about it, they had clearly left the police station in four police cars, but the other three had all "gotten lost" along the way, as if by tacit agreement.
So the water here is this deep, huh?!
Then the two police officers exchanged glances, seeing a strong "will to survive" in each other's eyes.
It's only a few thousand dollars a month, why risk your life?
So the two of them quickly bent down, picked up the money, and prepared to get in the car and leave.
But just at this moment.
Whoosh whoosh—
Several white webs descended from the sky, directly sticking their entire bodies, as well as The Hands holding the money, to the car body.
Then Gwen, dressed in her black and white suit, hung upside down like a spider from a web, yelling with anger:
"Your actions are an insult to this sacred profession... a disgrace to the police force!!"
Thinking of her father's heroic death while apprehending criminals, and then seeing these people willingly stoop to collude with criminals, Gwen couldn't help but feel that her father's sacrifice was in vain.
Anger surged in her heart, and a chilling crimson glow reappeared in her eyes.
"Kill these disgraces to the police force! They have tarnished your father's glory!!"
Gwen heard this and clenched her fists tightly, wishing she could punch and explode the heads of these two parasites.
But ultimately, reason triumphed over impulse. She suppressed the urge to kill.
Because... her father would never want her to do this!
So Gwen directly ignored the two police officers, and the constantly echoing "coward" in her mind, flipped down, and charged towards the security and Hand members opposite her.