I Am Gwen's Spider-Man Mentor

Chapter 34 War and Gwen (1)

"Which channel are you using?" Hearing what Gwen said, Raymond immediately became nervous. He didn't want the frizzy blonde girl to call for help in an Oval Office in Washington DC. She wasn't the only one in big trouble.

"I..." Gwen stood up with some difficulty, and then pulled Raymond up too.The professor used a long burst from the bunker to announce his resistance to the opponent again.

Obviously the other party intends to kill him with firepower. It is impossible for Tony Stark to hide too much ammunition and ammunition at home. Besides, being bombarded by so many rockets and strafed by heavy machine guns, this mansion is beyond recognition, at least half of it collapsed.Facing the terrifying Miss Gwen, the other party thought that she didn't need to make more sacrifices.

After all, one RPG shot can solve all problems - if it is not enough, then another shot.

Before the girl knew how to use this suit, she was drawn into a battle she was completely unfamiliar with.She looked up, and Raymond seemed to be able to see the girl's frown and helpless expression through the mask.

Seeing Gwen looking up at himself with such a "very pitiful" look, Raymond leaned his chin lightly on the butt of the submachine gun to express his helplessness and exhaustion.

Then he lightly touched the watch on his left wrist, and called up the communication record of Gwen's suit from the interface—then the professor's pupils shrank slightly, and the huge roar from far to near had already foreshadowed the "good thing" Gwen had done:
Two multipurpose fighter jets whizzed past at a height of less than 2 feet from the ground, and the roar of the F404-GE400 engines covered up the professor's loud complaints:
"Gwen! How did you connect the land-to-air radio and data link, and connect it to the "Carl Vinson" aircraft carrier?"

Ms. Spider, whose ears were also ringing by the roar of the low-altitude turbofan engine, expressed her complete ignorance of this matter to her professor with an ignorant face.

At this time, the professor regretted it very much. When S.H.I.E.L.D. and IARPA ordered the suit, they clearly pointed out that the communication system of the suit should be able to meet the needs of indicating targets and guiding strikes for tactical fighters—later, the professor remade the suit for Gwen At the time, due to various considerations, this function was not removed.

He never expected that Gwen actually activated this function during the battle, and really called the navy's fighter jets over his head.

The gunners watched in a daze as the two navy-gray fighter jets passed through the field at a low altitude, and then pulled up from a distance. When they came back for the second time, these two fighter jets were undertaking air combat training tasks and had no The fighter jets with ground attack weapons have already used the M2A2 Vulcan cannon to pull up long smoke on the ground.

The smoke and dust was pulled all the way to the truck with the large-caliber machine gun on the tripod. Under Gwen's dazed gaze, the machine gun tore the truck from the middle, and the ammunition stacked in the container exploded, which further caused the death of the oil tank. Explosion—Accompanied by a huge roar, a mushroom cloud as high as ten meters rose from the ground.

"It's really rude." Gwen Stacy sharply commented on the US Navy's way of solving problems - in the eyes of Ms. Spider, who advocates elegance, precision and zero death, the way of washing the floor with machine guns is really a cannibal human brutality.

Raymond leaned on the submachine gun and sat down against the low wall torn down by bullets, taking a long breath to express his exhaustion.

Under the strafing of fighter jets, the gunmen began to flee in all directions-although they had received certain military training, the military training to face gun-wielding mobs and the need to face two fully armed multi-purpose fighter jets were two different things.

The rain of bullets from the Vulcan machine guns flew up dust and flesh and blood. Raymond knew how bloody the scene would be without watching. The scene of large-caliber machine guns shooting at armed personnel on the ground has always been regarded as an anti-war movie. The iconic picture in .He watched as Gwen frowned and looked at the outdoor lawn that was billowing smoke and dust, and stood up, blocking her view with his body.

"Hey." The professor reminded his student softly, watched her look up at him, and lowered his voice: "You don't need to look at it."

"Is this what war is like?" Gwen Stacy asked her teacher softly. The professor couldn't hear whether there was any blame in the student's tone, but Gwen herself just asked calmly: "You just do these jobs Is it?"

Raymond hesitated for a while, the United States of America is not his motherland after all, this country has waged countless evil wars, and almost every colleague of his has experienced conscience condemnation—even he, who was initially punished at Empire State University When I protested, I also felt uncomfortable for a long time.

Gwen gently pushed away the professor in front of her. Before Raymond could understand what she was going to do, the girl pulled up the spider web and flew out of the room. Raymond only had time to see the white figure disappear into the khaki smoke In the middle, a chain of death thrown out by a cannon bullet cut off his vision.

Raymond wanted to remind him loudly, but firstly, Gwen might not be able to hear him amidst the roar of machine guns and planes, and secondly, Pepper was about to come over—he couldn’t let the other party catch him knowing Gwen. Yes.

After all, to a certain extent, the trump card that prompted Professor Xu to dare to do these things and take this high-stakes gamble on the political table is Ghost Spider-Man Gwen Stacy.

"Where's that lady?" Pepper Potts asked suspiciously, "It's the white...uh, the one in the tights..."

Raymond looked at the smoke and dust in a daze. He had passed the age of rushing into the hail of bullets alone for a girl, and now there was only a deep worry on his brows.After a few seconds of silence, the professor replied with a slightly heavy tone: "She went to save someone."

Little Pepper turned her head to look at the raging fighter jets and the human limbs flying out of the smoke from time to time, and covered her mouth in disbelief. After a while, the woman suppressed her shock and asked the professor in a slightly surprised tone. Said: "She...why did she save those thugs?"

Raymond wanted to answer that this might be Gwen's "Notre Dame's heart attack", and also wanted to explain that the girl couldn't see death after the death of her childhood sweetheart, but finally answered silently.

----split line----

Gwen Stacy now regrets that she rushed into the "kill box" of two fighter jets on impulse. Only when she is under the most comprehensive and integrated means of killing in modern warfare can she realize what modern warfare means. What.

The two F-18s have been strafing for three consecutive rounds. Even if the pilots control the consumption, the cannon bullets are about to bottom out-but they don't intend to let it go. The aircraft carrier commander has repeatedly confirmed to them that there is no bomb in this area Government law enforcement forces and armed forces of the army, so the ones who gather armed personnel and large-caliber machine guns here can only be terrorists.

The "Carl Vinson" aircraft carrier, which is undergoing deployment adaptation training, is not far away, and four other F/A-4E "Super Hornet" fighter jets carrying SDB small diameter bombs are already on the way-to deal with such targets, There is no need to waste expensive strike weapons such as "Tomahawk" cruise missiles.

From top to bottom, this country has had a PTSD-like vigilance against terrorists since 2001.

Between firepower gaps, Ms. Spider shot spider silk to the lampposts and coconut trees in all directions, quietly weaving a huge web in the air for her personal fast maneuvering—then she lightly tied the spider silk to her slender ankles , hanging upside down, using both hands to shoot spider silk at the gunner who was still crawling on the ground.

Although "The Virgin's Heart Attack" intends to save people, Gwen is not an undefended idiot after all. When she grabs each gunman with spider silk, she will pay attention to letting the opponent's long gun fall to the ground, and will use the opponent's hands with spider webs. Silk tied tightly.

The pilot who confirmed the result of the battle in the circle slightly pushed the stick to the right, and saw a girl in white dancing in the smoke and dust falling, with four or five hanging on her slender arms, or she was hit by the machine gun. legs, or beat a big man with no arms.

Gwen, whose intestines were hanging outside, didn't dare to use spider silk to grab them. According to her limited knowledge of trauma management, doing so might really have the effect of "broken liver and intestines".

"What's that, wingman?" The pilot of the lead plane lifted up the visor, looking in disbelief at Gwen Stacy, who looked like she was dancing ballet while saving lives, the tights outlined the outline of the girl's body So slender, even in the air 150 to [-] feet above the ground, the pilot can roughly recognize that it is a woman: "What is she doing?"

"I don't know, Witcher 02, are we going to strike?"

"She seems to be saving someone? Is it a hostile target?"

During the conversation between the two pilots, Gwen had already tied up seven or eight gunmen and threw them into Stark's mansion, and then rushed into the open area again regardless.Seeing this, Raymond just left Pepper with a sentence of "You look after Tony" and rushed out, searching the gunmen who escaped the machine gun one by one, and doing the simplest bandage for them by the way.

"Gwen." He said softly into the headset, "The flexible radar antenna array on your suit has detected 4 approaching fighter jets, and they may be carrying bombs."

At this time, the girl had just let herself off the spider web. She approached a masked gunman who had been pierced through by a machine gun. "Ho Ho" sound.

Gwen didn't care about the bloody and black body that was blown up. The girl frowned and squatted down, asking softly, "Do you need me to do anything?"

The man saw Gwen with disbelief in his eyes, but then he looked at his stomach—the stomach had been ruptured, the intestines had flowed out, and the lawn had been stained red with minced meat and blood.

Gwen held back her vomiting, the girl looked at her hands, and then picked up the opponent's intestines that fell on the lawn without any scruples, and slightly provoked the opponent's wound with her left hand, trying to stuff the intestines back again.

Within moments, Gwen found herself bleeding herself.

(End of this chapter)