I Am Gwen's Spider-Man Mentor.

Chapter 135 Seizing SHIELD (1)

"Mr. Superintendent." Raymond greeted George and watched Gwen jump down from the ventilation duct. He roughly understood that the "father and daughter" had probably already known each other's identities.

The professor looked around the audience. Nathaniel Wade was his best friend and best friend, Catwoman Felicia Hardy was his student and Gwen's best friend, and George Stacey...he should have roughly grown up by now. Learned Gwen’s identity.

So he no longer had any scruples, stepped forward, hugged the slender Spider-Girl into his arms, and grabbed the girl's waist with his hands: "Are you okay? Are you healed already?"

Nathan covered his face in disgust, he had already guessed the temperament of his old friend; Felicia shrugged and sighed; Felicia turned her head away without any embarrassment - this It’s just to give Gwennie some face.

Only the police superintendent stared with wide eyes, watching his "fake daughter" being hugged by her teacher... Although the two were similar in age, their identities were very different, especially George Stacey. The traditional old white man was speechless for a moment when faced with this shocking scene.

"I'm fine!" Gwen knocked off Raymond's hand with her left hand, hugged her boyfriend's right hand and patted his back, "Have you dealt with that red monster?"

Raymond nodded and was about to take Gwen away when George over there realized: "Hey, Mr. Professor, I think this is not ethical!"

"But it's humane!" Before Raymond could answer, the rebellious girl Gwen answered on his behalf.

"So I hope you can keep our secret." Raymond nodded slightly to George, "This matter is already very complicated, and I don't want to make it more complicated."

George was speechless and choked. Seeing Raymond trying to pull Gwen out, he stopped the two of them and said, "Where are you taking her?"

"Mr. Superintendent."

If he and Gwen Stacy didn't recognize each other's identities, Raymond would probably just ignore him as an ordinary NYPD cop... But now, he would have to give him a three points.

"If you don't have anything else to do, we're going to be busy doing something big right now."

As he said that, Raymond, Nathan, and Felicia nodded to each other: "The Air Force has sent a V-22 to wait for us. We are going to New Jersey right now."

"Wait!" George stopped a few people who were about to leave. This time his reason was not official.The middle-aged man looked worriedly at the girl following Raymond: "Are you... sure you're okay?"

Raymond also turned around and looked at his girlfriend without saying a word - she had to be present for the next thing, this was his guarantee to his collaborators.But if Gwen was really injured, he would rather let down his collaborators than force the girl to appear.

"I..." Gwen looked at everyone in the room, and the focus of their eyes was on her.The spider girl raised her eyes and understood her boyfriend's gaze:

She rubbed her waist: "I'm fine, my bones are not injured, and my skin injuries have already healed!"

Raymond nodded at her and then ordered: "Nathan, is the team waiting?"

"We can leave at any time, the National Guard is ready, and Cynthia Chen is also in the car." Nathan replied.

George wisely made way for a passage and watched Raymond holding Gwen's hand out. When the two figures were about to disappear around the corner, the police inspector who hesitated for a long time couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Professor, I Do you know what you are going to do?"

"Go and change your destiny!" Raymond replied loudly with a smile, without looking back.

If it weren't for this accident, today would have been a big day determined by the professor... Ross almost disrupted his plan, but since everything was still too late, he still had time to catch up with that matter——

Seize S.H.I.E.L.D.

----split line----

Go back a few days.

"Cynthia." The IRS director's voice was solemn. He sighed and seemed hesitant to speak.

"Mr. Director." Raymond, who was sitting next to him, stood up. "Some actions may seem bold, but the political risks involved are not high. What's more, small-scale actions simply cannot achieve the results we want."

The director was a little upset and picked up the white paper plan marked with Plan B and Plan C on the side, but he didn't even open it and threw it back upsetly: "Mr. Xu, what you are discussing now is to let a United States of America The powerful departments were shut down.”

"Although it has been a long time since Nick Fury was not liked by Congress and the government, the fact that SHIELD is still operating shows that our government still needs it."

"Mr. Director." Raymond shrugged in disbelief. He frowned, his voice showing doubts: "When did the government of the United States of America use 'need it' as a sign that we let an agency run? ”

"In addition -" the professor's voice was decisive, "the so-called government is nothing more than a loose federation composed of a group of mutually hostile tribes. If your IRS hadn't united this group of loose federations under the banner of 'collecting money', Sooner or later they themselves will start fighting."

The IRS director sighed: "I agree with your point of view, Mr. Xu, but..." "After the 911 incident, in the name of counter-terrorism, S.H.I.E.L.D. took the opportunity to take over the 'Prism' program, and at the same time greatly expanded their global operations. Authority...You have to know that even the president of the United States of America only has the power to take action for 60 days without going through Congress when mobilizing armed forces overseas."

"But SHIELD, we don't have any legal restrictions on it. It almost gets whatever it wants and takes whatever it wants. Now it has developed to the point where it can kill and save whoever it wants on the territory of the United States of America. .”

The director of the IRS heard a different flavor from Raymond's words. He frowned sharply and did not answer the professor's impassioned speech. Instead, he asked softly: "Mr. Xu, may I ask you now?" Who does it represent?”

"Is it Stark Industries, Tony Stark himself? Or you? Or... somewhere higher?"

Raymond smiled. He naturally knew what the director meant - such a big move as seizing SHIELD could not be completed by a single department of the IRS. He now had to look at the comparison of the strengths of the two sides and use this as a basis to cast himself. The bet is up.

So he chuckled, took a few steps back, and sat on the sofa in the director's office——

"I've been to the Department of Energy, the Department of Commerce, I've met with the Secretary of State, I've fished with the head of the Pentagon, and I've gained the tacit approval of the state governments and state senates in New York and Virginia."

The professor stood up and looked at the IRS director with burning eyes: "I mean, if you decide to take action, the Virginia and New Jersey National Guards, as well as the 101st Air Assault Division, will be a solid backing for this operation."

There was silence in the conference room, and even Cynthia couldn't help but look at Raymond with her eyes wide open - she really couldn't imagine what kind of political means this man used to mobilize such huge resources.

"You know-" Raymond, who was sitting on the sofa, shrugged again, crossing his fingers together.The professor lay back comfortably: "It's not just the IRS who is dissatisfied with SHIELD's power, but I -"

Raymond's voice rose: "I am just an insignificant middleman, used to air trivial matters that support the foresightedness of your superiors and congressmen."

"In the far east, I wonder if your Excellency, Director, has ever heard of the story of He Zong Lian Heng?"

The director of the IRS narrowed his eyes. He looked at Cynthia next to him, patted the table lightly, and stood up: "In that case, our IRS will follow this bet!"

Raymond smiled and nodded to the director and Cynthia.

S.H.I.E.L.D. has always been good at so-called assassinations, covert operations and the like. I don’t know if Marvel’s screenwriters are just good at this, or if their IQ is limited to this, limiting the so-called political struggles to these small fights. ——

He, Raymond, is going to show these Americans today what it means to have a heavy sword without a sharp edge and a great weapon without skill:
The coup did not rely on the petty tricks, but on the absolute strength of the two sides.

----split line----

"Osprey 6, expected to arrive in 10 minutes."

"Hunter D2, the troops are in position, we can launch a blockade in 15 minutes."

"Six teams of Screaming Eagle C3 have arrived at the location as planned. We ensure that all ground access routes are under surveillance."

"Northwest H7, 'Lacrosse' and 'Keyhole' are already in place at the zenith, the SAR radar has begun imaging the ground, and we have obtained the situation within 50 meters underground in the target area."

Cynthia took a deep breath. Since she started working, she has never seen such a big battle, even when it comes to sealing down an arms company and auditing its accounts. Air assault divisions, National Guards, tilt-rotor aircraft, Rangers... this Are the people ready for a civil war?

"Your Excellency Commissioner, Director Nick Fury said that he has arrived as scheduled and will meet with us at 10:10 a.m. in the conference room on the 17th floor of the Three Curved Branches Building. At that time, all the middle and senior management of S.H.I.E.L.D. All supervisors will be in attendance.”

The men on the side whispered to Cynthia softly.

Cynthia nodded. She did not answer, but walked towards the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the Three Curved Branches Building - such a majestic building is rare in the entire US government, and only the Pentagon can rival it in scale. flush with it.

Looking out the window at the Potomac River flowing ignorantly, the riverside woods in early autumn are still green.

The commissioner shuddered suddenly. Many people had not yet smelled the autumn atmosphere, but she felt an icy coldness coming with the wind, which made people shiver.

After a while, Cynthia turned around, the woman's eyes sparkling——

Exhale-inhale-inhale-inhale-

At the moment when the world around her fell silent, the woman ordered through the highly confidential satellite communication headset: "At 9:45 a.m., Operation Olympus begins!"

(End of this chapter)