I Am Gwen's Spider-Man Mentor.

Chapter 114 Gwen’s violent side

Gwen glanced sideways at Raymond and said in a softer voice: "I believe you once, then let's go over and control that guy first."

Raymond nodded, took two steps closer, took the initiative to approach Gwen, took her slender and soft hand - his index finger gently rubbed the back of her hand - Gwen did not resist, and just let him hold her hand.

The two walked out of the villa in silence, and when they turned into the garden, Gwen showed a happy look, walked forward quickly, and patted Raymond on the shoulder: "How many good things do you have hidden?"

Raymond tilted his head and thought for a while, but didn't calculate the number - he just said calmly like he was pretending to be your boyfriend, "Then I must prepare a lot to be your boyfriend~"

Gwen jumped up and touched his head, but Raymond was not angry because of Gwen's rash behavior.

The girl tilted her head and walked beside him and said: "You look mature and steady outside. My classmates said you don't look like a CEO, because the CEOs in their impression are very flamboyant and out-of-the-box. For one lifetime.”

"You mean Tony Stark?"

"Yes!" Gwen turned around with her hands behind her back, moving sideways like a crab, looking directly at her boyfriend: "Maybe it's because you are Asian."

As she spoke, the girl spread her hands and said, "Those elites on Wall Street always dance while wearing suits, as if having a little bad money means they are great!"

"Maybe it's because I'm Asian." Raymond followed up Gwen's words, "But you just don't like the showoff of those rich people?"

"I just feel greasy." Gwen poked Raymond's waist, "You do the same sometimes, you like to show off sports cars and villas, as if achievements in this world can only be defined by wealth. "

Raymond smiled and ruffled Gwen's blond hair: "But isn't the American dream the dream of getting rich?"

"I don't like it!" The girl emphasized to Raymond while straightening out her messed up hair: "Although I was quite short of money before I met you, as Spider-Woman, I can prevent 90% of the crimes. The above has to do with money...I really don’t feel good about this stuff.”

Raymond thought for a while and gave his own definition of wealth: "Money, after you reach a certain status, becomes a tool. Tools are used to do things, so what counts is not how much money you have, but what you do." How many things have happened."

"That sounds stinky, but it makes sense." Gwen sneered.

"And -" Raymond rolled his eyes and added: "It will be a mistake to be too showy in front of outsiders, but if you are too bold in front of my dear Gwennie, you won't have to bear the price."

"Tsk—!" Gwen folded her arms and shook her head helplessly at Raymond, "You must have some agenda when you take the opportunity to say these things to me, right?"

"Hmm -" Raymond pretended to ponder, bared his teeth, and said with a smile: "Plotting for your beauty."

Gwen narrowed her eyes with a look of disgust on her face: "I knew it!"

The two of them came to the trunk of Raymond's car, and the professor pressed his palm on the trunk. After verifying his fingerprints, the lock of the trunk was opened.

He looked back at Gwen and explained: "There is a confinement system installed in the trunk itself, coupled with the infrasonic device, this guy is definitely sleeping soundly now!"

With that said, Raymond opened the lid of the trunk: Bucky inside was lying flat with his arms crossed on his chest.

The professor chuckled lightly and was about to reach out to the lying Winter Soldier when Gwen's spider sense suddenly exploded like a bomb. The girl was about to reach out to stop Raymond when the Winter Soldier's eyes suddenly opened——

Raymond's pupils suddenly dilated, sweat suddenly appeared on the professor's forehead and the back of his neck, and goosebumps fell all over his back - the professor retreated suddenly, but it was too late!

The Winter Soldier's right arm suddenly lifted up and strangled his throat. The tall Raymond had almost no resistance in front of the Winter Soldier. He was squeezed so hard that he couldn't breathe. With the help of the Winter Soldier who turned over, Only with the support could he barely stand up, and even the figure of Gwen in front of him was blurred.

"Let me go!" The Winter Soldier endured the discomfort of being attacked by infrasound waves, gritted his teeth and said to Gwen who was in a fighting posture.

Gwen's eyebrows were full of worry about the dying Raymond, and her voice was very stern: "Let him go first!"

"Let me go!" The Winter Soldier certainly knew that he couldn't defeat Gwen in front of him - with the narrow terrain of the alley, Spider-Woman's mobility was greatly weakened. It's a grassy area where spider silk can be hooked and the terrain is open.

Gwen looked at Raymond anxiously, and then at the Winter Soldier who was hiding behind Raymond to cover himself perfectly, "You... loosen up a little first, he is almost choked to death by you..."

With that said, Gwen also took off the spider silk launcher in her hand and showed it to the Winter Soldier: "My spider silk, I won't use it to attack you, I will retreat, can you loosen it a little?"

The Winter Soldier looked at Gwen who was holding up his hands and retreating, and then at Raymond who was so tight in his hand that his eyes almost turned blood red. After gritting his teeth, he finally decided to loosen his grip a little - he suddenly got oxygen. Raymond gasped and coughed violently. His body twisted and took a while to calm down.

"Mr. Professor." The Winter Soldier watched Raymond regain his breath and whispered softly into his ear: "It seems you have to come with me."

"Don't hurt Spider-Woman, I'll go with you." Raymond's voice was unusually steady as he breathed.

The Winter Soldier looked at the anxious blond girl not far away, and then at the professor who was desperately trying to protect the girl. He sneered: "What a touching couple. It's already here, and you're still worried." She should take care of herself first!"

After coming back to his senses, Raymond winked at Gwen, took out a small silver iron piece from his sleeve, sandwiched it between his thumb and index finger, and then replied: "I think , Mr. Winter Soldier, what you think of 'this time' seems different from what I think of 'this time'."

When the Winter Soldier heard the words, when Raymond's stomach was punching, the professor just placed the iron sheet in his hand -the iron sheet flew out not far from the air, and the internal circuit was in the air. Once connected, it flew back like a boomerang and stuck firmly to the Winter Soldier's metal arm.

The strong electric current was suddenly released, and the Winter Soldier felt that half of his body became numb. At this time, Gwen, who was not far away, suddenly jumped up and attacked. After a few spider threads snatched Raymond into his arms, he gently Put the professor gently on the ground.

Just as the Winter Soldier recovered, he saw a furious Spider-Woman charging towards him.Seeing Gwen's expression as if she was about to eat someone, even the battle-hardened Winter Soldier became serious, and he assumed a fighting stance——

Then it was sealed into a cocoon by dozens of spider silks.

The girl's beautiful eyebrows stood upside down in a V shape, her big blue eyes widened with anger, and her hands quickly shot out spider webs one after another: "I let you tie up my boyfriend, I let you use my boyfriend as a hostage!"

Raymond looked at the angry Gwen from a distance and could not help but grin. The sweat on his forehead and the back of his neck started to flow again——

"Why didn't I realize that she was so protective before..."

----split line----

"To be honest, I thought you were going to make a lot of handover procedures to give us a headache." Cynthia, who was wearing a bulletproof vest, happily signed her name at the end of the document and smiled at Agent Sitwell opposite. .

"We will do our best to cooperate with the IRS on matters related to the IRS." Sitwell took back the document and spoke in a business-like manner - then, he waved to the members of the STRIKE team behind him, and they brought a stretcher, revealing that he was sleeping soundly on it. Obadiah Stane.

Cynthia frowned when she saw Obadiah in a coma: "How could he fall asleep?"

"It is convenient for you to escort him. This is the personal instruction of Mr. Director." Sitwell pointed to it with his right index finger, and then nodded, "But your IRS doctor has checked him and there is nothing wrong with him. I personally Responsible."

Cynthia turned her attention to the doctor brought by the IRS. Seeing her nodding towards her, she replied to the SHIELD agent in front of her: "As long as someone is in charge."

After saying that, the tomboyish IRS commissioner stopped talking nonsense with the mysterious guys from S.H.I.E.L.D. With a wave of her hand, her subordinates moved Obadiah's hospital bed into the compartment of the armored vehicle.When Cynthia was about to follow her in, her deputy team leader patted her on the shoulder:

"Team leader, let me do it. According to the regulations, you have to command the convoy."

Cynthia glanced at her deputy team leader, and she nodded quickly—this was her most trusted subordinate, and the reasons he proposed were completely legitimate.So the blond man got into the last armored vehicle.

The convoy rumbled out of SHIELD's garage. Cynthia sat in the passenger seat of the armored vehicle and looked at the sparkling water of the Potomac River under the bridge. She felt an inexplicable and unspeakable feeling of uneasiness in her heart. .

"Why do I feel so anxious?" Cynthia said to herself.

The driver next to her quickly asked: "Team leader, what are you talking about?"

"Nothing." Cynthia shook her head and connected to the radio: "This prisoner is very important, everyone, be careful!"

Behind the IRS convoy, Sitwell watched the retreating convoy calmly. After a while, he connected the radio: "Mr. Director, they are leaving."

Nick Fury, who was sitting in the director's office of the Three Curves Building, stood up and watched the IRS escort convoy disappear under the horizon. He turned around and connected the video call with an encrypted channel. He had a French face. appears on the screen:
"The advance payment has been called to you, and the team's location information has also been provided to you. Remember, things need to be done cleanly. And-"

The director sat down and said in a solemn voice to the top mercenary in front of him:

“Let Obadiah come to me alive.”

(End of this chapter)