Gwen Spider: I'm from Prototype

Chapter 168
The next day, early in the morning.

Peter went downstairs and saw Uncle Ben watching the news on TV.

The picture on the TV seems to be in a poor area of ​​Brooklyn.

The sky was drizzling lightly, umbrellas were stretched out on the wide front lawn, and the enthusiasm of the journalists holding the microphones remained undiminished, as if they didn't care about the bad weather at all.

The OB truck of the TV station parked on the side of the road, broadcasting today's ceremony to the whole city.

On the televisions of every household, young people standing on high platforms can be seen, witnessing the upcoming changes in the city.

"Today is an extraordinary day and a day to start a new chapter in New York."

Tony Stark stood on the stage in a suit and leather shoes. He looked back at the slums behind him.

"My father, my family, they all love this land, this city! My ancestors bought the first factory here, and then countless tourists from other places with dreams poured into this place. Those who took the boat Passengers, sailors and even captains who came here, they went on and on, looking forward to a bright future!"

"Soldiers left their barracks, farmers mortgaged their fields and houses, servants left their masters, workers dropped their tools, civil servants left their desks, and even missionaries walked out of their missions... The yearning for wealth and the pursuit of dreams made this land a An adventure playground for all!"

"My father told me about that glorious era countless times, it was the era of pioneering!"

Tony Stark changed from his usual frivolity, and spoke affectionately and lowly.

The tiny raindrops fell like a cow's hair.

The scene was silent, as if everyone's breathing could be heard.

The rich and famous present here, the high-ranking officials of the city hall, and the news reporters of the major TV stations can't help but follow Tony Stark's words, recalling the vicissitudes of the last century.

"Some people say that this city has fallen, and some people say that this city has lost its dignity..."

"My father has said many times that he is ashamed! Because he didn't do what he should have done to this city, and he can only watch this city become bad...I stand here today, just want to do Make some promises, I... want to make some amends for the city, that's what I'm trying to say."

Reading the specially prepared speech, Tony Stark felt a little uncomfortable.

But he insisted on reading the text on the manuscript.

There was a loud applause, and everyone present stood up one after another.

The thunderous applause gradually weakened, and Tony Stark stepped off the stage.

That's where his acting ends.

in the living room.

Watching Tony Stark on TV, Peter asked Uncle Ben, "Is he planning to run for mayor?"

"Probably not, but if he ran for mayor now, he would definitely be elected directly."

Uncle Ben said to Peter: "This billionaire not only disbanded his company's weapons manufacturing department, but also rebuilt the slums. It seems that he is a little different from before."

"Whether it's a sincere thought or a high-sounding statement, in short, he won a lot of applause."

Uncle Ben shook his head, and said with emotion: "One thing is irrefutable, he really wants to make this city better."

"It's not easy."

Peter was silent for a moment, looked at the pictures on the TV news, and said to Uncle Ben: "He can't change anything."

"We can't say for sure."

Uncle Ben quickly got down to business, "Peter, can you go to the bank with me? I'm going to handle some business."

He wanted Peter to go to the bank with him.

Ever since he knew the identity of his nephew, when he went out to handle such financial business, he let Peter be his bodyguard.

"of course."

Peter nodded, "I'm going to drive the car."

After driving the car on the road, the two soon came to the nearby First National Bank.

Uncle Ben went to the counter to handle business after entering the bank, while Peter sat in the rest area and read the newspaper.

Since it was the weekend, there were many customers in the bank who came to handle business, and the whole hall was buzzing with people.

After reading the newspaper for a while, Peter frowned.

He stood up and walked towards Uncle Ben.

"Uncle Ben, I have something to tell you."

"now?"

Uncle Ben looked at Peter in surprise.

"Now, let's go out and talk."

Peter's keen perception sensed the unusual things happening outside.

For the sake of Uncle Ben's safety, it is better to pay Uncle Ben to the bank first.

When Uncle Ben and Peter had just walked out of the bank, a group of people broke into the bank, breaking the noise of the bank.

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen!"

An impudent sound rang out in the bank lobby, followed by the roar of the Remington shotgun that often appeared in cop movies.

"boom!"

The bank lobby, which was full of life, suddenly lost its voice, as if someone had strangled its neck severely.

From the noisy sound at the beginning, it turned into an abrupt and sudden silence.

Several gangsters wearing black hoods broke into the bank.

Holding the collars of the security guards downstairs, they swaggered in from the outside.

The one walking in front fired an empty gun without saying a word.

"No one is allowed to move, lie on the ground!"

The leading leader raised the shotgun in his hand, pointed at the surrounding citizens, and then pulled the trigger towards the chandelier above the hall.

The huge roar once again frightened all the citizens to tremble, for fear that the cold muzzle would be aimed at themselves.

"For the sake of your own life, it's best not to act rashly, and even if you are lucky enough to call the police...it will take 10 minutes for the police patrolling here recently."

This group of robbers obviously came prepared, having calculated in advance the time for the New York Police Department to dispatch police forces.

"And before that—"

The robber wearing a hood turned his gun and pressed it against the security guard's chest with a relaxed tone.

"It's not a problem to kill them all."

With a bang, he smashed the shotgun into the opponent's face, knocking the security guard to the ground.

The frightened citizens immediately fell silent.

After deterring the surrounding citizens, the robbers began to withdraw money at the bank staff at gunpoint.

And the leader of the robbers, walking in the hall, didn't seem to have any sense of tension as a robber.

Unlike his other companions, his entire face was covered by a black hood.

He showed a pointed chin, and his beard was like a sparse weed.

"There are only 3 minutes left now, speed up!"

Looking at the watch, the leader urged his subordinates.

The gangsters with guns also ordered the bank staff to quickly load the money.

5 minutes ago.

George Stacy, as usual, performs daily patrol duties.

After the Spider-Woman incident, with the help of Frank Castor (The Punisher), he resumed his post, but his position began to be downgraded. In addition to sitting in the office, he had to perform patrol duties.

Through the lowered car window, he saw his black partner, Jeff, buying hot dogs outside.

After getting in the car, his partner handed him a newspaper, "Have you seen the latest news? Tony Stark has become a charitable entrepreneur."

"A nice change."

George nodded, "This city really needs to make some changes."

In the New York Police Department, he was used to seeing a lot of corruption and political transactions, and he felt a lot of emotion in his heart.

"Hmm, I think the NYPD has to make some changes, too."

The black partner said to him: "Yesterday I saw Foles 'extorting' in a convenience store."

The Fleiss that Jeff said was a white guy, and he was involved with some gangsters, took bribes, and acted as a lackey. This is something that many people in the NYPD know.

But no one cares, because there are many police officers who have some gray income.

He can't change this general environment, he can only remain neutral and do his job well.

Circumstances are powerful in subtle ways, and no one likes a whistleblower.

So over time, everyone is well aware of this kind of gray income behavior, but chooses to turn a blind eye.

At first George Stacy wanted to change this situation, but he also failed in the end.

It can only be said that the change of atmosphere did not happen overnight.

"Want a share?"

Jeff asked him, holding a hot dog.

"No, I'm not a hot dog lover."

George shook his head, ignited and started the engine, but before the police car started running, a code instruction from the dispatching main station came from the car radio.

"First National Bank?"

Jeff muttered, he could go home to rest after performing the patrol mission, but now he has to run back again.

According to the code issued by the dispatching main station, a group of armed robbers should have broken into the bank.

"Well, let's hope we're not late."

Jeff put down the hot dog and started to get his gun ready.

(End of this chapter)