George. Stacy felt that she might have enrolled in the wrong major twenty years ago. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info despite the badge on his chest, which allows him to be respected by others on almost every occasion. But a series of recent events have made him feel deserved for this kind of respect.

He also had some understanding of the changes that had taken place in the police department over the past few months. Although he had made it clear that he had taken a stand and kept out many of those who had come to test him. But he still adopted an attitude of turning a blind eye to what others were doing.

The boys in this line of work have already gambled their lives, what's wrong with a little more way to make money? Although the other party's purpose is unknown, he is also a big businessman with a head and a face. I believe that I will not do anything too much.

But even so, there are still some people who think that he is blocking the way of other people's wealth, and there are others who think that he is ignorant of lifting. He could clearly feel that several of his colleagues were beginning to exclude him, and even his own superiors were faintly biased towards them. When he found out about this, he was a little disheartened and took the initiative to apply for a patrol job. It was good that he didn't have to be angry with the little people in the office, and they were quite happy that such a nosy person was no longer around.

Thinking of this, he glanced out the window. Their partner was walking towards their car with their snacks.

"Oh, Boss, your strawberry milkshake and your burrito." His partner sat in the passenger seat and shoved a bag of hot food into his hand. "I asked them to add some more avocado and peppers, your favorite."

George thanked him and began to bow his head and munch. Helen will definitely not let herself eat this kind of junk food at home, so she can only enjoy it when she is outside. But whenever he didn't finish the food on his plate, Helen would stare at him with a resentful look that made his scalp tingle for a while.

George quickly ate most of the food in his hand. He frowned as he watched his partner enjoy it unhurriedly while he was still there. "Hurry up, we've got fifteen minutes left, and then we're going to the fourth block to take over."

"Understood, understood." Verbally agreed, but his partner still didn't improve his speed. "Anyway, we don't have to be so punctual to arrive. The whole team seems to be our team following this rule. ”

"It's not that other squads don't follow the rules, it's not that we can't follow the rules." George replied calmly, while his partner complained and didn't speak.

Anthony, that's the name of his partner. It is said that when I was in college, I studied graphic design, and I also studied for an undergraduate degree. But a year after graduation, this guy didn't know what was crazy, so he re-entered the police academy for a year and mixed up with the police badge on his chest.

This guy was frustrated for a few days when he first heard that he was partnering with George, and he was quite cautious at work, for fear of making any small mistakes. George was known for his selflessness and old-fashioned approach within the police department. But when he discovers that George is actually quite a good talker, Anthony's nature starts to get out of hand.

George sighed and threw the trash in his hand into a garbage bag in the car. He took out the car keys and ignited the engine.

"Boss, boss!" Anthony suddenly screamed. "Isn't that your daughter?"

"Huh?" George frowned and looked in the direction Anthony was pointing.

Sure enough, the outfit was the same as the one I wore when I went out in the morning. The ponytail that Helen had helped her tie had been put down, but no matter how his daughter changed, George was confident that he would recognize her at a glance in the crowd.

But talking to her next to her... It's like a boy who is a little familiar with himself...

"Hey, hey," Anthony poked George in the shoulder. The leader's daughter has also grown up, and she is about to be snatched away by other handsome young men! Although this guy is not very handsome..."

The corners of George's eyes jumped.

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The clock was half an hour ago.

At the door of the Osborne Building, forty interns walked out of the gate one after another. It's still an hour before the end of the day, but for the interns, it's free time

At the end of the night, the weasel was a little dissatisfied when he got the information he had collected for him, saying that Peter needed to complete more tasks to get the remaining $30,000, and asked Peter to keep the communicator. But the weasel hasn't been in touch with him since. And I haven't been to a bar for a few days.

Let's keep this in the back of our minds. As usual, after the internship, Peter and Gwen would go to a dessert house or café of their choice as usual, and sit and chat for more than two hours.

I don't know when this kind of thing has become a part of my daily life. Peter blushed slightly at the thought of this.

This... Is it dating?

Gwen, who was walking in front of him, was completely unaware of his mental activity, and was talking to herself.

"Although this dessert house is a little far away today, it is definitely worth it to tell you. There are three bookcases of comics in it, so you can read them all the time with a drink or a dessert. I used to love coming here, but my dad didn't want to come to me. ”

"Eh, huh? Is it because he doesn't like you reading comics? Peter scratched his head. Indeed, parents may not like their children to indulge in comics. ”

"Not really!" Gwen protested loudly and grimaced. "My dad is still very open-minded, and I like everything he supports. The reason he didn't take me there was because it was too boring for him. He sat alone in the dessert shop and watched me giggle next to me. He doesn't have that much patience. ”

"Well, your father sounds pretty good to you." Peter was a little curious, for Gwen hadn't even spoken of her father before, and he hadn't asked himself.

"Well, I guess I'm a workaholic. He is super attentive to his work, leaving early and returning late, and even the rest time on weekends is often spent at work. However, when he is resting, he still spoils me very much, but this kind of time is really not much. ”

As Gwen slowly spoke, Peter's mind also framed a white-collar worker who devoted himself wholeheartedly to his work.

Perhaps, his father was like this at the time.

"Woooooo

A loud horn pulled Peter back to reality. When he came to his senses, he found a police car parked in front of him and Gwen, the window rolled down, and a handsome middle-aged police officer in his forties was looking at him unkindly. For some reason, Peter always felt a little familiar to him. Behind him was another fat-looking young officer, who waved friendly at Peter and Gwen.

They've found out who I am!

Peter subconsciously took a step back, and the worst conjecture in his mind emerged. However, Ge Wen on the side smiled and waved her hand.

"Daddy." She greeted the middle-aged policeman, and the middle-aged policeman's tense face softened a little.

"Haven't you finished your internship yet? Why are you still running around outside? The middle-aged policeman asked, and Gwen was a little embarrassed.

"Well, it's over. I'm getting ready to go out for dessert with my friends. By the way, I haven't introduced it yet. Peter, this is my dad. Daddy, this is Peter. Parker, one of the brightest students at Midtown High School. Gwen pulled Peter in front of her and introduced both of them.

"It's one of the best hits. George. Stacy, we've met before. The middle-aged policeman shook Peter's hand through the window, and Peter suddenly remembered the identity of the policeman at this moment. If he remembered correctly, the policeman who had talked to him at Old Jimmy's place before should have been the one in front of him.

Peter had to sigh at this moment how small the world was.

"Come in the car, you're going to the dessert shop with the comics. Just as we're on the way, let me give you a ride. George suggested. Peter was still a little hesitant, but Gwen had already gotten in first, and Peter could only follow her.

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Peter never imagined he would be in a police car. He looked a little reserved, his hands flat on his thighs, and his eyes kept on the ground, as if he was a schoolboy who had done something wrong. And George also drove quietly, and the atmosphere in the carriage was quiet and terrifying.

Gwen looked back and forth between the two of them curiously, as if she was a little curious about how they got to know each other. At this time, it was Anthony who broke the silence in the car.

"Do you want donuts?" Anthony took two chocolate-flavored doughnuts out of his paper bag and stuffed them into Gwen and Peter's hands. Peter softly thanked him and began to nibble. At this time, George also spoke.

"Do you remember... It must have been almost five months ago, right? I'm talking about the young man who beat up a robber? That's him. ”

"It's... No way? Peter? Gwen was in disbelief and pinched Peter's arm. Eh, it's really all muscles. You didn't even tell me before. ”

Peter could only make a wry smile, and George's face turned even bluer when he saw his daughter in the rearview mirror. "You should go home early tonight, and you will only be able to stay until half past five at the latest." He said with a serious face, and Gwen's face was a little more dissatisfied.

"Why?" Gwen protested in a coquettish tone. "It's almost five o'clock now, why can we only stay there for more than half an hour?"

"It's a bit unsafe tonight." George's face was quite serious. "We've gotten some news that there could be a massive gang fight. Although the exact situation is not very clear, the entire city of Manhattan is not expected to be safe. You go home early, the farther away from this kind of thing, the better. ”

When Gewen heard this, she was startled for a moment, and then became a little worried. "Aren't you going to be on the night shift today? Are you going to join in the action tonight? ”

"Probably not, it's not my business here now. So from a certain point of view, your dad is also debt-free now. George laughed self-deprecatingly, as if he had thought of something unpleasant. But I'm sure I'll have to go back late tonight, probably after eleven o'clock. You'll tell your mom later, so you don't have to keep dinner for me. ”

"Mommy's tantrum is going to be going to be tantrum again..."Gwen looked unhappy and began to mumble quietly. Peter, on the other hand, heard the word gangster fighting and suddenly became interested.

"Fighting? Over here? Peter pretended to be an exaggeration. It's New York, not Detroit. Will large-scale gangster fights also occur here? ”

"New York has its share of violence and blood. There was a large-scale fighting in the harbor more than three months ago. More than 20 people died. The New York Times has a report, but it doesn't take up much space. George replied casually. Anthony took his words as he could.

"Yes, yes, I wasn't the first person to arrive at the scene, but I did. It was a terrible time, and the entire warehouse was almost a river of blood. Anthony snorted twice and shook her head. Maybe the gangs in New York won't be as chaotic as they are in Detroit, but these dog mongrels are so ruthless when they should be..."

"Will it be so bad tonight?" Peter continued, and Anthony seemed happy to answer for him.

"To be honest, we don't know. This is said to be made by the inside line, and the specific situation is not certain, but there is indeed a possibility of making a big fuss. At a time like this, having a family meeting, the guy at Covendero's house is going to be out of luck. ”

"Covendero?" The line of words he had seen on the box the day before yesterday flashed in Peter's mind, and he hurriedly continued to ask, hoping to get more information from Anthony.

"A stronghold of Italian gangsters. I don't know what kind of neurosis the Italian madmen had to start a family meeting at such a time. If our intelligence is not completely mistaken, the Russian cubs probably want to take advantage of the fire at such a time. At this point, Anthony was still a little unsatisfied, but George had already spoken to stop him.

"Enough! It's classified. ”

"Confidential is a piece of..."Gwen pouted in the back seat and muttered the remark, probably still a little annoyed that George would not be home so long tonight. Peter did not hear this, however, and he was lost in thought.

January 14th... Today...

The Covendello Mansion... Family Meeting...

Even a fool can see the connection, and he can roughly guess what all this indicates. Peter's back was cold after he figured it out, and at this time he was left with only one question.

If this is a case where even an ordinary police officer can casually tell the information, why does the weasel, as a well-informed middleman, act like he doesn't know all this?