I Am Gwen's Spider-Man Mentor

"And..." Raymond sighed, frowned and looked at Gwen: "Kingpin is Spider-Woman's mortal enemy. When he rescued you, he was undoubtedly denying your value in fighting crime. Simply Come to think of it, he's PUAing you."

"PUA?"

Before Gwen traveled to this universe, she lived in the Chelsea district of New York in Universe 65, and Chelsea is a place where New York artists gather. Artists often represent the avant-garde and avant-garde beyond the times - therefore, it is the same as the 2008 Big Bang. Unlike most people, Gwen quickly thought of the meaning of this abbreviation:

"Hooking up artist? Seducing women?"

But even as an avant-garde artist, Gwen Stacy in 2008 may not be able to combine "picking up girls' routines" with psychological control.

"Probably..." Raymond pondered for a moment and explained to the girl: "At first, it was just a group of men trying to improve their social skills to attract girls, but later, PUA gradually developed into psychological control, usually using methods to weaken women's confidence. This way, women have to gain more recognition from men.”

"It's a bit like..." After listening to Raymond's narration, Gwen carefully recalled the details of her dealings with the Kingpin, "He repeatedly emphasized that what I did was meaningless to him, which really hurt his self-confidence. Heartfelt.”

"This is his second meaning." Raymond said to Gwen seriously, "He also has a third meaning."

Gwen laughed, and the girl's tone was quite self-deprecating: "In my universe, this obese patient doesn't have so much scheming, he just can fight..."

Raymond touched Gwen's head. The girl has been calculated repeatedly in the power field. Just think about it as her identity, and you will know that Gwen will never feel uncomfortable now - Spider-Man are all relatively simple-minded. Guys, when it comes to conspiracies, they are often the party being calculated.

Raymond decided to express the third meaning: "Punisher, according to your description, I feel like a retired soldier."

"In other words, even if he left on a paraglider, he might have left surveillance or monitoring measures at the scene. Maybe he already knows about Kingpin going to rescue you..."

"You mean, Kingpin saved me and further confirmed that I was helping Kingpin?" Before Raymond could finish his words, Gwen spoke quickly, "Then what about me? It’s not that I can’t clean it up…”

"And..." Raymond did not dare to look into the girl's eyes. He grinned and decided to complete Xu's English translation to the end: "The fourth meaning..."

When Raymond said "four", Gwen's golden hair almost stood up - American culture is simple and direct, and rarely has the twists and turns of East Asia, let alone this kind of twists and turns. cake. Until Gwen was twenty years old, she had never seen someone whose behavior or language could interpret so many meanings.

To be fair, Gwen is a smart girl. She can interpret the two meanings of "saving herself is selling a favor to Raymond" and "Kingpin is hurting herself". Simply thinking about it, she can also understand that after Kingpin With such a rescue, I became even more suspicious in the eyes of the Punisher...

But...the fourth floor?

Gwen looked at Raymond in front of her and felt frustrated - whenever she felt that she had caught up with her mentor's ideas, whenever he felt that she was qualified to follow him in the battlefield of wisdom, he would always complain to her. Show yourself how terrible that battlefield is and how unsuitable it is for you.

The blonde girl couldn't help but feel a little discouraged, but she still cheered up: "What does the fourth level mean?"

"The fourth meaning is..." Seeing the frustrated Gwen, Raymond couldn't help but reach out and touch her head, ruffling the girl's already messy blond hair even more messily: "He is demonstrating to us."

"Demonstration?" Gwen didn't notice the word "we" at all - the girl thought it was so ordinary.

"You have just been buried in the ruins, and Kingpin's rescue can appear immediately. This shows that he has been observing and even tracking you. He is telling us that even Spider-Woman's whereabouts are known to him, Wilson Fisk."

"That is to say..." Raymond sighed and looked into the girl's aqua eyes with worried eyes: "You have to be more careful."

Gwen's watery eyes met Raymond's serious gaze, and the girl couldn't help but laugh: "I'm Spider-Woman. It's you who should be careful, right? Professor Xu."

The girl's last two words were read quite provocatively, her chin was slightly raised, and her aqua blue eyes revealed the arrogance that belonged exclusively to Spider-Woman.

Raymond seemed to be able to read Gwen's meaning - come and ask me to protect you!

Raymond stretched out his big hand and completely messed up the proud Gwen's hair. The girl's arrogance suddenly turned into a look of anger - she grabbed the pink highlights at the end of her blond hair with both hands, and wasted no time. It took a while to get my hair done:

"How come I didn't realize you were so immature before, Professor?" Gwen read the sarcasm to Raymond in a high and low tone.

"There are still many things you haven't discovered~" Now it was Raymond's turn to show his pride on his face.

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For Wilson Fisk, there are not many opportunities for family dinners - often a dual-identity capitalist like him is busy with various social responsibilities and rarely takes time to spend with his family.

This man who looks obese, but actually has a body fat rate of no more than 10%, grew up in an environment lacking love since childhood, which forced him to become a cold social Darwinist.

But whenever he has the opportunity, he will reveal his desire for family affection and love - he is really lacking in these two things. No matter how well he disguises himself, humans as social animals cannot be indifferent to these two feelings. need.

"Vanessa." Kingpin personally took the 1946 Bordeaux red wine from the waiter and poured it gently into his wife's goblet. The man's face was full of happiness: "We can just wait a little longer."

The woman in luxurious clothes seemed quite dissatisfied. She drank the wine that Jin Bin poured for her in one gulp, and then continued her anger - and her coquettishness in Jin Bin's eyes: "It was agreed to be a family dinner, why did you arrange it for us again?" Dinner with a general?"

"Isn't this still your entertainment?" Vanessa looked coldly at Jinpin.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Kingpin carefully apologized to his wife. It was almost impossible to tell that he was a gangster who stalked the New York underground. "I promise you, I will give you a real family dinner." !”

"Compensate to me?" Vanessa frowned, but the woman's anger did not stop: "Don't you belong to this family and don't need this family dinner?"

The woman's tricky angles troubled Kingpin. Just as he was thinking about how to deal with this situation, the general arrived with his wife.

Kingpin glanced at the door: "General Ross, Mrs. Karen, you have been waiting for a long time."

Karen ignored Kingpin. She just went in and smiled at Vanessa: "I heard Vanessa complaining from afar. Fisk, you have to be nice to her."

With that said, the general's wife even threw a tantrum into Kingpin's face.

Kingpin was naturally unhappy, but he didn't have a fit - he had little patience with anyone except his own family. After the fat man nodded, he turned his head to Ross: "Then let's get started, General."

The dishes of American family dinners are extremely simple, often with only one salad, one main dish and one dessert, plus some snacks such as cheese. Karen quickly pulled Vanessa away to talk about those women, leaving Ross and Kingpin alone.

"If the test has no effect, just stop it." Ross shook his glass and said nonchalantly.

"Where's the medicine? Dispose of it?"

"There is no medicine." Ross looked at Kingpin and put a sausage on his dinner plate. "Watch your words, Mr. Fisk."

Kingpin wanted to explode - but after all, behind him were only the gangsters of the New York gang, and behind Ross were the armed forces of the superpowers. This was really not the time to fight for hard power. He endured it and said, "I understand."

"Also." Ross turned around and said in a harsh tone to Kingpin: "I heard that someone is checking 911 again recently?"

Kingpin's eyes fluctuated slightly. He had indeed been collecting evidence of Ross's crime recently, but Ross should not know about it. He thought for a moment and replied, "I heard something."

"This is not a tabloid reporter or anything like that," Ross warned Kingpin. "I smell IARPA and the Director of National Intelligence in this. You better not take things too far."

"Also, regarding the medicine, after cleaning up the things and handing over the backup to my people, I want to make sure you don't leave anything on your hands."

Ross said these two words extremely casually, but Kingpin could still hear the underlying message - he no longer trusted himself that much. These days, as the shadow of the economic crisis approaches, the situation in Washington is changing rapidly. Perhaps Ross, as his behind-the-scenes supporter, his backstage is now in jeopardy.

Jin Bin's eyes became dangerous in an instant - but the danger only lasted for a few tenths of a second before disappearing into the man's smile: "I understand, General."

After sending Ross away, Kingpin spent a lot of effort to comfort Vanessa - maybe the woman smelled something. Vanessa had become more and more curious about what he was doing recently, and his charity Family characters are also becoming increasingly difficult to play.

Faced with the only pillow person he cares about, even Jin Bin sometimes doesn't know where he failed to defend himself or where he made loopholes. He began to feel that this love and family affection were a little tiring - maybe his identity did not allow him to have family and weaknesses?

The man left the restaurant tiredly and sat in the living room of the huge villa. All the lights were turned off, and only the faint light shining through the shadows of the trees could be seen clearly through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows.

Kingpin played with the Zippo lighter in his hand in the dark. After a long time, the man softly said to himself: "How many people in this world know that 911 was planned by the generals in Washington themselves?"