I Am Gwen's Spider-Man Mentor

"Which channel are you using?" Hearing Gwen say this, Raymond suddenly became nervous. He didn't want the frizzy blond girl to make a call for help to an Oval Office in Washington DC. She wasn't the only one in trouble.

"I..." Gwen stood up with some difficulty, and then pulled Raymond up as well. The professor used a long burst from the bunker to once again declare to the opponent his ability to resist.

It was obvious that the other party planned to use firepower to kill him. Tony Stark could not hide too much ammunition and arms at home. In addition, after being bombarded by so many rockets and strafed by heavy machine guns, the mansion was beyond recognition and at least half of it collapsed. Faced with Miss Gwen's terrifying combat power, the other party believed that she did not need to make any more sacrifices.

After all, one RPG can solve all problems - if it's not enough, just try another.

The girl didn't even know how to use this suit, so she was pulled into a battle with which she was completely unfamiliar. She raised her head, and Raymond seemed to be able to see the girl's raised brows and helpless expression through the mask.

Seeing Gwen looking up at him with such a "pitiful" look, Raymond gently leaned his chin 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 records of Gwen's suit from the interactive interface - then the professor's pupils shrank, and the huge roar from far to near had already heralded Gwen's "good deeds":

Two multi-role fighter jets roared past less than three hundred feet above the ground. The roar of the F404-GE400 engines covered up the professor's loud complaints:

"Gwen! How did you connect the land and air radio and data links, and connect them to the aircraft carrier Carl Vinson?"

Miss Spider, whose ears were also buzzing from the roar of the low-altitude turbofan engine, expressed her complete ignorance of the matter to her professor with an ignorant face.

At this time, the professor regretted it greatly. When SHIELD and IARPA ordered this suit, they clearly stated 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. , this function was not removed due to various considerations.

He never expected that Gwen would actually activate this function during the battle, and actually call the Navy fighter jets over his head.

The gunners watched with some sluggishness as the two navy gray-painted fighter jets passed through the field at a low altitude, almost at a height of their scalps, and then pulled up from a distance. When they came back for the second time, these two fighter jets were responsible for air combat training missions and did not fly. The fighter jets equipped with any ground attack weapons have already used their M61A1 Vulcan cannons to raise long plumes of smoke on the ground.

The smoke and dust reached the truck with the tripod-mounted large-caliber machine gun. Under Gwen's dazed gaze, the machine gun tore the truck from the middle, and the ammunition stacked in the container exploded, further causing the death of the oil tank. Explosion - Accompanied by a huge roar, a mushroom cloud more than ten meters high rose from the ground.

"It's so rude." Gwen Stacey sharply commented on the US Navy's way of solving problems - in the eyes of Miss Spider, who advocates elegance, precision and zero death, using machine guns to wash the ground is really cannibalistic. barbaric behavior of human beings.

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

Under fire from fighter jets, the gunmen began to flee in all directions. Although they had received certain military training, military training in facing gun-wielding thugs was completely different from facing two fully armed multi-role fighter jets.

The rain of bullets set off by the Vulcan cannon kicked up dust and flesh and blood. Raymond didn't need to watch to know how bloody the next scene was. The scene of the large-caliber machine gun shooting armed personnel on the ground has always been regarded as an anti-war movie. The iconic image inside. He watched Gwen frowning and looking at the outdoor lawn that was raising a cloud of smoke. He stood up and blocked her sight with his body.

"Hey." The professor reminded his student softly. He looked at her looking up at him and said softly, "You don't have to look."

"Is this what war is like?" Gwen Stacy asked her teacher softly. The professor could not hear clearly whether there was any blame in the student's tone, but Gwen herself just asked calmly: "This is what you do. Of?"

Raymond was speechless for a moment. The United States of America was not his motherland after all. This country had waged countless evil wars. Almost every one of his colleagues had experienced the condemnation of conscience - even he, who was initially tortured at Empire State University, During the protest, I felt uncomfortable for a long time.

Gwen gently pushed the professor in front of her away. Before Raymond could realize what she was going to do, the girl pulled up the spider silk and flew out of the room. Raymond only had time to see the white figure submerged in the khaki smoke. Among them, a chain of death thrown by a machine gun bullet cut off his vision.

Raymond wanted to warn him, but firstly, Gwen might not be able to hear him amid the roar of cannons and planes, and secondly, Pepper was almost here - after all, 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 was the ghost Spider-Man Gwen Stacy.

"Where's that lady?" Pepper Potts asked with some confusion, "That's the white one... uh, the one wearing tights..."

Raymond looked at the smoke and dust in a daze. He had long passed the age where he would rush into a hail of bullets alone for a girl. Now there was only deep worry on his brows. After a few seconds of silence, the professor replied with a slightly serious tone: "She went to save people."

Little Pepper turned her head and looked at the raging fighter jets and the human body parts flying out of the smoke from time to time. She 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 want to save those thugs?"

Raymond wanted to answer that this might be Gwen's "Mother's heart attack", and also wanted to explain that the girl could not see death since the death of her childhood sweetheart, but in the end he answered silently.

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Gwen Stacy now slightly regrets that she impulsively rushed into the "kill box" of two fighter jets. Only when you are exposed to the most comprehensive and integrated killing means of modern warfare can you realize what modern warfare means. What.

The two F-18s had fired three rounds in a row. Even if the pilots controlled the consumption, the cannon bullets were about to run out - but they did not intend to give up. The aircraft carrier commander had repeatedly confirmed to them that there were no weapons in this area. Government law enforcement and military armed forces, so those who gather armed personnel and large-caliber machine guns here can only be terrorists.

The aircraft carrier USS Carl Vinson, which is undergoing deployment adaptability training, is not far away, and four other F/A-18E 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.

During the gap between fires, Miss Spider shot out spider silk to the lamp poles and coconut trees in all directions, quietly weaving a giant web in the air for her personal rapid maneuvers - and then she lightly tied the spider silk to her slender ankle. , hung upside down, and used both hands to shoot spider silk at the gunman who was still crawling on the ground.

Although "Madonna Heart Attack" intends to save people, Gwen is not an undefended fool after all. When she grabs every gunman with spider silk, she will make sure that the other person's spear falls to the ground, and will use spider silk to use the other person's hands. Tie tightly with silk.

The pilot who was circling to confirm the victory pushed the stick slightly to the right, and saw a girl in white dancing among the falling smoke, with four or five hanging on her slender arms, or she was shot down by the cannon. Legs, or beat up a big guy with no arms.

Gwen didn't dare to use spider silk to catch the intestines hanging outside. According to her limited knowledge of trauma treatment, doing so might actually cause the effect of "severing the liver and intestines".

"What is that, wingman?" The lead pilot raised his goggles and looked at Gwen Stacy in disbelief, as if she was dancing ballet while rescuing people. The tights outlined the girl's body contours. It was so slender that even from a hundred and fifty to three hundred feet above the ground, the pilot could roughly make out that it was a woman: "What is she doing?"

"I don't know, Wizard 02, are we going to attack?"

"She seems to be rescuing someone? Is she a hostile target?"

While the two pilots were talking, 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 of the situation. When Raymond saw this, he just left a message to Pepper, "Look after Tony" and rushed out. He searched the gunmen who had escaped the machine gun fire one by one, and gave them the simplest bandaging.

"Gwen." He said softly into the earphone, "The flexible radar antenna array on your suit has detected four approaching fighter jets. They may be carrying bombs."

At this time, the girl had just put herself down from the spider silk. She approached a masked gunman who had been shot through the body by a machine gun. The man no longer had the energy to shout, and was left with a big gasp in his throat. "Ho ho" sound.

Gwen didn't care about the bloody and black body that was blown up. The girl knelt down with a frown and asked softly: "Do you need me to do anything?"

When the man saw Gwen, there was disbelief in his eyes, but he immediately looked at his stomach - his stomach was broken, his intestines were flowing out, and the minced meat and blood had dyed the lawn red.

Gwen resisted vomiting. The girl looked at her hands, then picked up the intestines that had fallen on the lawn without any scruples. She slightly picked up the opponent's wound with her left hand and tried to stuff the intestines back.

After a while, Gwen realized that she had made herself covered in blood.