Chapter 52 What to do? Dad and boyfriend are fighting

NYPD.

Peter followed the black policeman inside.

You might as well meet Matt Murdoch wearing sunglasses when you go out.

Matt and the bald man had just finished communicating with George Stacy and were about to leave.

As soon as he walked out, he felt the aura he encountered last time in the hospital.

The cold and murderous aura was so subtle that it was particularly sensitive to someone like him who was blind but had amazing other senses.

"You're Peter Parker, right?"

Matt walked up to Peter and asked him.

He already knew Peter's name when he was watching at the hospital.

Peter, who was stopped, looked up at the disabled person in front of him.

He remembered that the guy seemed to be called Matt Murdock, a lawyer from Hell's Kitchen, nicknamed Daredevil, and was a popular superhero.

"need any help?"

Peter asked him with a frown.

He is generally generous in helping the elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled who need help.

The reason he crossed the road was to help an old lady who was scamming people to cross the road.

Although the final outcomes for both of them were not very good, it does not mean that they have not done good things.

"No, I just want to meet Mr. Parker."

Matt had done some research and knew that Peter was a friend of Gwen Stacy.

Coupled with the power displayed by the other party and the aura that made him fearful, he developed a strong curiosity about Peter.

"I'm a lawyer by profession. I heard about your heroic act in the hospital. If you need help, maybe I can help."

Matt pulled a business card from his pocket and handed it to Peter.

And he extended his other hand to Peter, wanting to shake hands with him.

Peter gave him a long look and shook his hand.

"Why are you shaking, Mr. Matt?"

Peter asked, shaking his hand.

Beads of sweat appeared on Matt's forehead and his arms were shaking slightly.

"Maybe you need to see a doctor. I know some good doctors who may be able to help you."

After saying this in a nonchalant tone, Peter didn't ask any more questions, let go of her hand, and walked straight into the police station.

Matt, standing at the door of the police station, slowly raised his hand, which was slightly deformed by Peter's grip, and made a "hissing" sound.

"Damn it!"

Shaking his palms, Matt cursed, "This bastard almost broke my bones."

After taking a few deep breaths and suppressing the pain, he turned to his men and asked, "Dan Stein is dead, right?"

"Yes, he died yesterday."

Dan, who is being autopsied by Strange, was once a gangster who was his employer.

As for why he was concerned about the other party's cause of death, it was because Jason, whom he interrogated today, had once handed over part of the goods to Dan.

These goods are not ordinary drugs or other illegal drugs.

Matt pulled out a clear glass bottle the size of perfume from his pocket, with pink smoke floating in it.

"This is the boss's stuff. It can transform a person into another person and completely release his inner desires."

Shaking his head, he casually put the glass bottle into his pocket.

"To tempt people's deepest desires? Does that count as a demon, too?"

Inside the police station, Peter hadn't had a chance to talk to the black policeman.

George Stacy walked towards him.

"Peter, let's talk first."

Peter looked at the director's face, which looked a little strange, and nodded slowly. In George's office, Peter sat in the chair opposite the director.

The director, who was a little different from usual, said to Peter with a stern face: "Boy, I don't know how many secrets you have in your heart. The only thing you can do now is to leave Gwen."

Peter frowned at George, who seemed to be walking around in a state of mania, and shook his head, "I don't know what you are talking about."

"No! You know, you know what I'm talking about better than anyone, Peter. The tragedy on the football field at Central City High School is related to you!"

George came up, grabbed Peter by the collar, pulled him up, and yelled at him:

"You thought that what you did would go unnoticed by anyone. I covered everything for you. You hid behind the scenes and pushed Gwen out. You made everyone think that Gwen killed Frank!"

"If Gwen gets hurt, I will kill you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door was suddenly pushed open, and the assistant stood at the door in shock, looking at what he saw.

Seeing the director's expression that looked like he was about to eat someone, the assistant swallowed and said, "Sorry, sir, I want to ask."

Before he could finish his words, George grabbed the cup in his hand and threw it at him.

"Get out!"

The assistant who was nearly hit fled from the director's office in embarrassment.

He couldn't understand why the usually gentle and polite director seemed like a different person.

"That's not you, Sheriff. You look crazy and you talk crazy."

Even with his clothes grabbed, Peter's expression remained unusually calm.

The George Stacy in front of him seemed to have been poisoned and was obviously in an abnormal condition.

Normally the police chief would not look like a manic lunatic like he did today.

"This is me! The real me!"

George's eyes were bloodshot, as if they wanted to swallow Peter.

"Really? Even if it's the real you, Sheriff, you're not right."

Peter said calmly: "Gwen has her own ideas, you can't control her, and you think I put her in danger, no, you are wrong, you are the biggest culprit!"

George looked at him in shock, "What did you say?!"

"When Gwen was eight years old, you were teaching her how to hide her tracks and how to subdue criminals."

Peter waved his hand casually, and George's hand that was holding him was easily shaken away.

"It was you who instilled those words of responsibility and protection into her mind. It was you who told her for a long time that protecting this city is everyone's duty. If what you taught her has been wrong for a long time, then Gwen may never know what is right in the future."

George was stunned by Peter's words.

Feelings of shame and shock filled his mind.

But soon, anger welled up in my heart. How dare this bastard talk to me like that? !
With bloodshot eyes, he stood up suddenly, picked up the pistol from the table and pointed it at Peter.

the other side.

Gwen had no idea of ​​the fight between her father and Peter.

She was making spider web shooters at home.

Make some viscous solution, and add the white spider-web-like substance that you shot at the wall last time to create the solution in the spider web launcher.

Gwen tried for a long time and found that she could not shoot spider silk like Spider-Man.

At most, her wrists can shoot out a sticky, viscous substance, and she doesn't have the same ability to shoot spider silk as Spider-Man.

Therefore, the only way to swing around like Spider-Man is to make the spider silk shooter by yourself.

After putting down her phone and taking off her glasses, Gwen put on a sweatshirt and quickly rushed to the police station.

Peter was taken to the police station, which made her worried.

"Thum! Thug! Thumb!"

After running a few steps, her figure reappeared in the room.

With a "snap", the spider web shooter was taken away by her.

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