Chapter 83 When the Punisher Becomes a Good Guy

"Can you find her specific information?"

George asked his police officer.

"We consulted with Assistant Principal Morton at Midtown High School, and he gave us some information."

The police officer reported to George Stacy, "Ms. Helen is a biology teacher transferred from New Jersey. She is 27 years old and currently single. This mansion should be her private property."

DeWulf interrupted their conversation, "Have you contacted this Ms. Helen?"

"No, there has been no contact either by cell phone or otherwise, and she has not been to school."

George frowned when he heard this, "Is he missing?"

"But so far, we haven't found any bodies here."

DeWulf looked around the ruins with a capable look and said to George and Captain Custer, "Or should we continue digging through these rubble and dirt?"

George didn't say anything. He always felt that things wouldn't be that simple.

The newcomer, Custer, stared at the building in front of him with a serious look.

He walked to a buried pile of stones, rummaged around for a while, and found a corroded vine from it.

Staring at the corroded and bumpy vines, combined with the severely damaged buildings at the scene, he had some vague guesses in his mind.

After a moment, he turned his gaze to the building on his left.

Putting away the vines, he walked straight towards the building.

George, who was standing next to him, saw his behavior and turned his gaze to his partner.

DeWulf shrugged. "Maybe he found something. Let's follow him and see."

On the rooftop of the building, Custer and his companions looked at the messy and cracked ground in front of them.

Obviously this is also one of the crime scenes.

George looked at Custer, who was carefully analyzing the scene, and turned to DeWulf and said, "He looks very capable."

DeWulf nodded, agreeing with George. "Of course, he has always been the most capable one."

Cars sped along the road, splashing a few drops of rain on the street.

Frank Custer drove his car towards the police station.

All the way he was thinking about the clues he found at the scene.

Things like Spider-Man and unknown forces made the expression on his face even more serious.

Feeling the slight bumps, his fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly.

Custer is a quiet man when he drives.

Driving a car gave him a feeling that was unmatched by anything else, and he was addicted to it.

The road stretched out before them like a black-and-white photograph, and the speedometer trembled, showing just over sixty miles per hour.

Frank Custer comes from a broken family.

When he was twelve years old, his father's gas station went bankrupt due to poor management.

The family, who were originally Sicilian immigrants, lost their income and their lives became difficult.

As a teenager he became violent and aggressive, preferring to solve problems with his fists.

Later he got a car and became even more unscrupulous.

The car became his slave and his god.

It can give or take away his bad mood.

He had this experience many times. On sleepless nights when his mother and father quarreled, Custer would take popcorn and drive to chase stray dogs.

Some mornings he would turn off the engine and let the car roll into the garage he had built behind the house, blood dripping from the front bumper.

But all this changed after he retired.

Custer has now completely given up on violence.

He no longer believes in so-called superheroes and vigilantes.

In his opinion, those who punish criminals are also committing another crime.

As a man who upholds "procedural justice," what he is thinking about now is how to bring those so-called superheroes to justice.

A car drove around the corner of the street, kicking up a few fallen leaves.

Gwen is wearing a hood as a car driven by Custer passes by her.

Staring at her phone, she looked a little frustrated.

Even though I explained to Peter what was wrong in the swimming pool, I was still a little depressed when I heard Peter asked for leave.

It was not difficult for her to ask Miss Fish for a note for Peter.

The key point is that her plan to communicate with Peter face to face completely failed.

Midtown High School.

As soon as Gwen entered the classroom, she was entangled by Liz.

"A very important thing, Gwen."

Liz said to Gwen with a serious expression: "We need you for the party this weekend."

"what?"

Gwen blinked, not sure what Liz meant.

"We need a band for the masquerade this weekend, and we happen to have one at school - the Mary Janes!"

The band "Mary Janes" that Liz was talking about was the school band that Gwen was in.

Gwen played drums in it.

However, since she was a new member and didn't practice with the band often, she felt a little isolated from the band.

"I'll have to think about it."

Gwen wanted to refuse, considering her bad feeling.

"But aren't you part of the band? Gloria and the others are in it. Do you want to break the band up?"

Liz coughed, then pretended to be pitiful and said to Gwen, "Unless you want me to invite the high school choir, that would be an absolute disaster."

The choir at Midtown High School, with Mr. Morton and Miss Fish as members.

Any party that they attend would likely be a disaster of the century.

"Okay, I'll seriously consider it, Liz."

Gwen continued to prevaricate, but her attitude had softened.

"Thank you, I will ask my channel subscribers to follow the band 'Mary Janes'."

Liz waved her phone in front of Gwen, then happily hugged Gwen.

Sitting in her seat, Gwen took out her cell phone and, out of curiosity, browsed Liz's personal channel.

Most of the content on the channel is about novel events or analysis of superheroes.

Soon she discovered strange scenes in Leeds' latest video.

The images captured by the equipment on a rainy night were not clear and were constantly shaking, making the images even more blurry.

The video appears to show Spider-Man fighting something like a "giant snake".

However, the picture only flashed by, so it was hard to tell whether it was real or fake.

Gwen's curiosity was immediately piqued.

Did Spider-Man show up last night?
Her chin was supported by her right hand, and her expression was somewhat annoyed.

I went to bed too early last night.

Now that you've decided to become a superhero, shouldn't you always be on the streets fighting criminals?
Exhaling in frustration, Gwen reflected on her own lazy behavior.

The sound of the bell rang, ending her wild thoughts.

The first class was biology, but Mr. Morton suddenly announced the cancellation of the biology class.

"why?"

(End of this chapter)