I Am Gwen's Spider-Man Mentor.

Chapter 132 The Past of Universe 65
Gwen's thoughts seemed to go back to that night, the aftermath of the ball, the night of the confrontation, when her father pointed a pistol at her on the rooftop, announcing the moment for her to turn her head and take off her mask.

Gwen Stacy, who was legally and morally burdened with the life of her childhood sweetheart Peter Parker, did not want to resent anyone at that moment. She still wanted to explain——

So the girl turned around and defended herself with a cry that was stained with ice blue: "That's not my responsibility, I didn't kill anyone."

Then, like a real good policeman, he didn't let up at all, and even fired a gun into the sky, asking her to take off her mask, even though at that moment she had forgotten to disguise her voice.

Then the girl took off her mask and said softly with lowered eyebrows, sad blue eyes and a trembling voice: "Dad..."

She could see that the shoulders of her father, who was always strong enough to support the family of two, collapsed in an instant. There was shock in his pupils that even a three-year-old child could read. The girl could see that George... The despair in Stacey’s eyes——

After the death of Peter Parker, the relationship between the Stacey family and the Parker family became estranged if not broken, and even their usually sunny and cheerful daughter became gloomy.Therefore, the stubborn police superintendent thought that as long as he did his job well and caught the murderer of the teenager, everything would be fine.

At least, he can save his daughter.

He has staked his family, his career, his friendships, everything on hunting down Spider-Woman.

But he didn't expect that it was his persistence that pushed his daughter away from him. He made Gwen shoulder a responsibility that didn't belong to her at all, and drove the girl to death mercilessly again and again, bit by bit. He personally strangled the father-daughter relationship between the two.

Do you still have to go back?

There is no turning back...

The police inspector looked numb as if he were a robot. When he raised his eyes again, Gwen was surprised to find that the flames dancing in her father's eyes had turned cold and disappeared, leaving only a death-like calm. His eyeballs seemed to have As if frozen:
"You have the right to remain silent, but everything you say will become evidence in court..."

Gwen listened in surprise as her father announced the Miranda warning. The girl thought that there was at least a hint of father-daughter love between her and her father. At least she was still the obedient daughter in his heart, at least they were both father and daughter. Those memories are not false...

But George, who was struck by his emotions, only thought of the worst at this time. He had strangled the relationship between himself and his daughter. At this moment, all that was left was the execution of duties - at least that was what he was ridiculous about. The only part of man's dignity that remains intact.

Gwen didn't want to be violent with George. She really didn't want to use up the last layer of dignity in this ridiculous father-daughter relationship, but she also didn't want to take responsibility for a crime she didn't commit.The girl's wrist was shaking. She didn't want to lift the spider silk launcher, but...

"Whizzing--"

Someone had already made the choice for him.

Amidst the deafening sound of the electric guitar, a hole that was inexplicably inconsistent with the style of the entire world opened from the sky. A flamboyant figure jumped out of the colorful hole, and tied up the aggressive police inspector with spider silk in just a few clicks. In a ball.

"Hey." The man's voice was cool and he said with his back to Gwen: "Are you interested in becoming my drummer?"

Although she later learned that his name was Hobie Brown and that he was a male-oriented punk guitarist, when she knew that he was here to save her from this predicament, Gwen could not help but feel a glimmer of hope in her already dead heart. ——She agreed almost immediately.

Hobi threw her a strange-looking watch, and then walked into the wormhole with punk-like colorful lights. Gwen took one last look at George, who was bound and lying on the ground - he even called out He couldn't even scream, he just stared at his daughter with his eyes wide open.

"That's not my fault." Gwen took two steps toward his father, knelt down and said, "And, I'm sorry, Dad."

At this time, the girl's heart seemed to be just ashes after burning, and she had lost the ability to express all emotions. However, before turning around, she raised tears in her eyes and tried hard to express her final definition of the relationship between father and daughter:
"Goodbye, Dad..."

----split line----

"Why should we save him?"

On the rooftop of a privately purchased building in New York City, Modu asked a strange question to the female mage wearing a yellow robe - even though there was almost no trace of female characteristics in her appearance.

Seeing that the agents of the Spear Bureau had put Thunder Rose, who had been smashed into a prototype and unconscious, into a restraint device that had been customized long ago, and was supervised and escorted by psychics, and headed to the pier in New York City without anyone noticing, Mo Du asked a little strangely: "Didn't you say that his behavior was not conducive to the timeline?"

Looking at Raymond Xu, who was wrapped in a golden ball of light and floating up and down in front of him, the wounds on his body had been repaired, and the damage on his clothes had also been repaired.

"There are never absolute things on the timeline." Gu Yi said, waving his hand, and first sent Raymond to an altitude of about 500 meters, then opened his parachute, and then waved his hand, and the golden halo disappeared Disappeared.

After finishing this series of things, the mage breathed a sigh of relief and continued to answer Modu's question: "What is the timeline made of? Think about it?" "What... is it made of?" Modu frowned. , He has always been simple-minded and has never thought of such a complicated problem. "But he still tried to think about it with his head and answered: It's an incident, right?"

Gu Yi glanced at the apprentice in surprise. She seemed surprised that the other party could make such a guess. She smiled slightly, slowed down her voice, and took on a more encouraging tone:

"Yes, but aren't things done by people?"

"So?" Modu was still confused.

"Some people are certain about where they are and what they are doing, but not so sure. This is the core reason for the existence of thousands of worlds." Gu Yi chuckled, "It just so happens that our professor is the uncertain one among them. Such a person."

At this time, Raymond had just woken up from the air. He looked at the ground that was becoming clearer and clearer in his field of vision, and hurriedly confirmed the status of the parachute. To the professor's delight, the parachute opened automatically according to the program settings.

He breathed a long sigh of relief and waited for the parachute to slowly fall to the ground. Then he bent his knees and landed on the ground. After taking off the parachute, he saw the message from the Divine Spear Bureau:
"The goods have been received, good luck."

The professor knew that his carefully crafted political speculation had succeeded.

If Ross was solely accused of dereliction of duty in the 911/[-] incident, the U.S. Army would not only not imprison him, but would instead protect him even more deeply and put him in cold storage, because the Army would not be able to admit such a huge mistake, which means that the entire Congress would The Army must be held accountable for its historical responsibilities.

Pursuing historical responsibility is absolutely taboo in American politics.

Therefore, instead of waiting for rumors to spread or simply admitting it, it is better to deny it desperately. Anyway, Congress can only trust the Army's internal investigation report in the end-as long as the Army itself does not expose this matter, then this matter will be successfully suppressed.

Therefore, in order for Ross to receive the punishment he deserves, and in order for Kingpin to completely lose his backing, the professor couldn't help but think of the mysterious power he came into contact with in South Korea - such a powerful extraterritorial force, should he Research, and even Ross himself, are very interested, right?

Zheng Xian happily agreed to Raymond's proposal. He assured Raymond that the "Starlink" project currently being promoted by Raymond's Future Laboratory will receive the full cooperation of the Spear Bureau on a global scale. Raymond De himself will also be protected by the Divine Spear Bureau.

This is all perfect -

But the professor never thought that Ross's desperate attempt would actually lead to the metaphysical probability. He would actually turn into the Red Hulk and come to kill him... If it weren't for Gwen, his researchers and students would probably He was about to suffer heavy casualties.

He then saw the message on the phone from Helen Zhao, which represented her shock. The beautiful doctor cleverly did not reveal any information about Spider-Gwen, but just recounted her shocking experiences over and over again, and hoped that Raymond De came to see her as soon as possible.

The professor began to feel agitated. His planning errors led to such a completely out-of-control result. He began to doubt his own ideas. Maybe he should really work on himself?
He looked at the MK5 armor that was broken in half not far away. This lightweight product was still too... lightweight for the endless threats in the Marvel world. He needed something heavier.

Stark has already proposed the preliminary concept of the MK44 Hulkbuster Armor. He only needs to help him improve it, and he can use his resources to further extend and develop the MK Armor series. At that time, he can completely build a steel grid. Warm it out...

gwen...

The professor frowned, how is Gwen now?

His heart was heavy. Although he knew that the other party was Spider-Woman and had amazing self-healing ability, Red Hulk was still on par with Bruce Banner...

"Adlers?" the professor called his artificial intelligence.

A turboshaft-powered drone hovering nearby flew over. These crude armed drones only had the most basic networking capabilities and were not equipped with voice systems, so the drones just floated obediently in front of the professor:

"Search for Spider-Woman." - No feedback.

"Search for Gwen Stacy." - No feedback.

The professor frowned. He thought seriously for a few seconds before deciding: "Search for George Stacey."

The results appeared quickly. The professor frowned deeply when he looked at the place name.

(End of this chapter)