Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 55 Seek help from professionals
  The tragedy of Jessica's family was reported to Midtown School the next day, and some teachers and students even organized a few classmates who were familiar with Jessica to visit Kemiller Medical Center.

Of course, Peter was also part of the group visiting Jessica, and Terry only found out today that Peter also knew Jessica.

However, the students were destined to return in vain, because Jessica was too seriously injured and had to stay in the sterile ward for at least more than a month.

"Thankfully, I heard that a good Samaritan funded a large amount and left the hospital without leaving his name."

Terry and Peter were sitting at the end of the school bus. They both listened to the classmates discussing Jessica's affairs without saying a word, and had no intention of participating in it.

Terry himself had no intention of using such an unnecessary name.

Besides, my uncle’s intention is that this charity can be directly linked to the name of the Shengzhen Shelter.

Peter, on the other hand, seemed to be distracted, wondering what he was thinking about.

Seeing Peter's distracted look, Terry thought that Peter actually had a very good relationship with Jessica and was now depressed by the tragedy that happened at his classmate's home.

This made Terry originally want to get some information from Peter, but in the end he restrained himself from speaking in this atmosphere.

The muzzle of a large-caliber pistol was pressed against the back of Spider-Man's head, and a tall and strong figure slowly emerged from the darkness.

After saying goodbye to Terry, Peter sent a message to Aunt May, saying that he and Terry would go out for activities today and would not be back until later.

"Frank, it's me."

The relatively empty ground was covered with a layer of wooden boards and hay, and a battery-powered chandelier hung on the wall. Under the chandelier was a whiteboard filled with writing. In the dimness, some tables and chairs could be vaguely seen in the corner.

Just when Spider-Man was wondering if the other party had changed his base, a tingling sensation on his scalp instantly made the hairs on his body stand up, and the sense of danger was frantically warning him in his mind.

He is going to find someone.

Spider-Man, who can move through the city air with the help of webs and tall buildings, is even faster than a car, but it took him half an hour to cross directly from Queens to Manhattan.

This sluggish momentum lasted until after school.

no one?

Originally, he wanted to ask about Norman Osborn. After all, that might be his only chance to come into contact with Goblins in this world.

A person with whom he was originally not very happy to deal.

Using a friend's name to get a night of free time, Peter found a deserted place to put on his suit, and began to shuttle between high-rise buildings in New York as Spider-Man.

To be honest, the sewers in most areas of New York City are not that smelly, but Hell's Kitchen is somewhat like a grandma who doesn't care about his uncle. Not only do the residents pay no attention to maintaining environmental sanitation, but even the government doesn't pay much attention to this place. some road administration facilities.

Hell's Kitchen.

Originally, there should be light bulbs at regular intervals in the sewer channels to show the way for the maintenance personnel who usually manage them, but the sewer channels in Hell's Kitchen are all pitch black.

Following the location in his memory, he used spider silk to lift a sewer manhole cover, and Peter jumped in with a frown.

Those light bulbs were broken and thrown away. If Peter hadn't been so perceptive, he would have emptied a lot of ditches along the way.

But Spider-Man suppressed the urge to dodge and just raised his hands honestly.

Intentionally avoiding some passers-by on the road who followed his trail with their mobile phones, Spider-Man quietly arrived at the most notorious area in Manhattan.

Soon, at a gap in a corridor structure, Spider-Man stopped.

He has a square face, messy short hair, stubble all over his face, and a long, deformed scar from the right cheek to his ear.

The man did not move the pistol, but asked in a low and tearful voice: "What are you doing here?"

"Do you know the Devil Gang?" Peter directly replaced the answer with a question.

Frank narrowed his eyes, and the next moment, Peter felt the loaded gun leave his head.

"What, the Devil Gang's power has expanded to Queens?"

Peter breathed a sigh of relief and turned around.

"No, actually I don't know much about gang activities, but I want to inquire about another related news.

I remember you had a list of names of shady cops in the New York Police Department who had ties to gangsters? "

Frank looked at Spider-Man quietly, and after a few seconds made a muffled sound of disdain.

"The list actually doesn't mean much. If you just pick up a stone and throw it into the New York Police Department, you will hit at least three or four of these idiots."

"... Then you must have another list of white policemen who are also fighting on the front line against the evil forces?"

Spider-Man's new question made Frank a little nervous, and he subconsciously raised his pistol to aim again, but after considering his understanding of Spider-Man, he still did not make such a move.

Of course he also has a list of white police officers. In fact, the reason why he is able to "single-handedly" walk in the darkness and fight against the evil forces is due to those who are on the same front with him.

No one can really achieve anything alone.

News channels, route monitoring, monitoring changes, weapons channels... Frank has a variety of flexible contacts in different professions.

But this list can only exist in his mind. Not only can it not be leaked to anyone, but the information in it must also be updated at all times - this is also the protection of those innocent and righteous people who are in the quagmire.

"What on earth are you here for?"

"Jones Campbell is dead, including his wife. Except for his daughter, who is still in the intensive care unit, the family of three is almost extinct."

Spider-Man tried to speak in a calmer tone.

"I had met him, I had worked with the officer on a body drug case and we had a brief chat with him."

"He said that the current situation in the New York Police Department is very bad. It seems that all his colleagues around him are colluding with those people. He always feels that the working environment is difficult..."

Spider-Man lowered his head slightly: "I want to know if the death of Officer Jones has something to do with the recently active Devil Gang?"

Frank listened silently, then took a deep look at Spider-Man, and then took out a few photos from his arms.

Although the light was a little dim, you could vaguely see that most of the photos were Asian people with black hair and black eyes.

"I've been checking into the Devil Gang recently. I paid too little attention to a force that had only been hiding in Chinatown before."

Frank pasted the photos into categories on the whiteboard, and then started writing and drawing with a pen.

He was indicating the identities and relationships of the senior members of the Devil Gang who have been found out so far.

Spider-Man moved closer and looked at all the people in the photo carefully.

Fortunately, I didn't see that person.

But Frank suddenly put all the circuit diagrams together at the top of the whiteboard, then drew a circle and marked a question mark.

"As for the leader behind the Devil Gang, I have not collected relevant information yet."

(End of this chapter)