Gwen Spider: I'm from Prototype

Chapter 71 The Truth About Life

"Unless you knock me down all at once, I'm definitely going to shoot!"

George Stacy had a serious expression on his face, aiming the pistol at Gwen's back.

Yes, I can do it, but I can't do that.

Gwen said to herself.

She sighed slightly and turned around slowly.

"George, hold on, I'll be right over!"

Jeff's panicked voice sounded in the distance.

His arm was scratched, and he was in a state of embarrassment, and was about to rush over with the rest of the police.

"Don't come here, Jeff, I've got it done, stay put!"

George pointed the gun at Gwen with one hand, and shouted at Jeff and others.

"Uh, are you sure?"

Jeff froze in place, and asked his partner in doubt.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure, just stay there, don't come over, I'm almost done."

"Well, if you're sure."

Out of trust in his old partner, Jeff did not step forward and asked other police officers to stand by.

"It seems that you don't want to escape now, and you don't plan to shoot me. Very good, now we can talk openly and honestly."

George said to the other party: "The first thing is to take off your mask."

"I wouldn't do that."

Gwen immediately declined the offer.

In any case, she would never reveal Spider-Woman's identity in front of her father.

"That mask has no meaning in front of me, Gwen!"

The next second, George suddenly revealed Gwen's identity.

Caught off guard, Gwen immediately froze in place.

She never imagined that her father had discovered her identity.

Feelings of confusion and bewilderment instantly filled her heart.

"I know it's you, Gwen Stacy!"

George watched her panicked expression, and added.

"me.!"

Gwen took a helpless step back.

She now wants to escape from this place immediately, to escape the situation that makes her feel overwhelmed.

But looking at her father's serious face, she gave up this idea again.

After a few minutes of mental struggle, she sighed dejectedly, and took off the spider mask.

Under the sweat-drenched blond hair, Gwen's delicate and agile facial features were full of exhaustion at this moment.

"It's me, Dad."

Now that the truth of her identity is known to her father, Gwen calmed down instead.

"It's really you! What about Gwen? Why?!"

George is not completely sure, he just makes the most likely guess.

After Gwen took off the hood in front of him, he showed his true face, which made him a little unacceptable.

"Why do these things with a mask on, Gwen."

George asked her incomprehensibly.

"You are a good policeman, Dad. If you don't do some things, others won't. Just like what the police badge means to you, this mask is now my police badge."

Gwen looked into his father's eyes and said with an open heart.

"I should have known, Gwen."

George Stacy put down his pistol and sighed slightly.

"You have always been an excellent girl. Since you were eight years old, you have followed me to learn how to hide your tracks and how to deal with those bad guys. It is my unrealistic sense of justice that made you."

For his daughter to be Spider-Woman, he now has very complicated feelings.

"But, Gwen, you have to stop all this behavior, you—can't be Spider-Woman anymore."

He spoke to Gwen in a serious tone.

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want you to get hurt, like what happened tonight, I don't want to see it happen again!"

Gwen bit her lower lip and said to George, "If I quit and someone gets hurt, what am I going to do with life? Dad."

She remembered the scene at the Spring Ball, if she could stop Carl King, no one would need to die.

"Damn! Gwen, you just won't listen to me!"

George gritted his teeth and stepped forward, all the wrinkles on his face were squeezed together, he said to Gwen angrily: "You don't have to do this, you never—you never owe anyone!"

"dad."

Gwen lowered her head and said sadly:

"I always blame myself. My teachers and classmates were killed in front of me at the spring dance. I looked into their eyes. If I worked harder, I would make these tragedies not happen. I didn't even save Harry's father."

"You are my daughter, Gwen, and you must trust me!"

"What do you believe is right?"

Gwen looked up and said to her father, "I'm sorry, Dad, but this is no longer your business."

She showed a vulnerable side in front of her father, "I try my best not to lie or hide behind a mask, but how can I help others without wearing a mask?"

"Gwen, darling, listen—no matter what you become, whatever abilities you have, and as long as you're human, you're going to make mistakes."

At this time, George felt a little distressed about what his daughter was carrying, "You don't have to choose to carry too many things because of what happened to you."

"Dad, me."

Seeing that the police force dispatched by the headquarters he called is rushing here.

George stopped his daughter from speaking, "You have to go, Gwen, you can't let people discover your identity."

"Thank you, Dad."

Gwen let out a breath, put on the mask with complicated emotions, and bid farewell to her father.

"Whoosh!"

The spider thread shoots the spider thread towards the building and disappears into the night.

George watched his daughter disappear, raised his pistol, pointed it at the ground, and fired a few bullets.

He needs to think about the talk about how Gwen escaped from him.

The roar of the police helicopter and the piercing siren of the police car quickly flooded the place where George was.

The next day, early in the morning.

What happened on Canal Street in New York quickly spread throughout the United States.

In newspapers, media, social networks, and all kinds of overwhelming information bombardment, superheroes, spider women, god of death, etc. appear frequently.

The unexplainable tentacle-like existence that swallowed the helicopter directly attracted people's attention.

George Stacy didn't have to worry about being fired, because as the person in charge of the operation, he had to accept inquiries and interviews from various superiors and the media.

He can also be used to take the blame at critical moments.

Meanwhile, S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters.

Nick Fury was browsing the web in the office with a dark face.

He couldn't help but feel a little irritable when he saw the report on the scene of the battle in New York that happened yesterday.

For him, once things go beyond his cognition, he will feel manic and depressed.

"When the fuck is this villain?!"

After turning off the computer, looking out the window at the dark sky that was about to rain, his mood became even worse.

"If only S.H.I.E.L.D. had a superhero team! Damn-Fack!"

(End of this chapter)