"Snitch, theft, thief."

In the room, Gwen repeated these words.

Although it had been several days since the black cat had escaped from her, she was still haunted by the incident.

Like the last time she investigated the Kim and Crime Syndicate, Gwen used her father's internal ID at the police station to log in to the police department's internal network and look up relevant keywords.

With Betty's help, she has access to the police's internal network database.

After typing in the keyword, Gwen quickly scanned the text that had been searched for.

Peter told himself that when Black Cat was fighting the female killer, he had said, "I won't be my father, tell your master, tell him!" I am not my father".

This illustrates. The black cat's father may also be associated with occupations such as theft.

As she pondered, several names appeared on her computer monitor.

"The Known Snitch is as follows:

Abner. Jenkins people

Benjamin. Poyndexter

Caladan

Jack. Hardy

Thomas. Flame Heart"

Because there are so many names in the collection, Gwen can only click in one by one to check them out.

Finally point to Jack. Hardy's message was followed by a photo.

The photo shows a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes, holding a little girl in his hand, giving an interview to the media outside the courtroom.

The silver-haired girl held her father's hand with a frightened expression on her face.

Gwen stared at the photo for a moment, then began to read the text underneath the photo.

"The court began to investigate Jack the Snitch. Hardy on trial! ”

The title is in huge font with the line "Ben. Written by Yurich - Clarion Daily Staff Writer".

"On the steps of the courthouse, the media surrounded Jack. Hardy, the man accused of being the snitch, is flanked by his defender, Franklin. Nelson and her daughter Felicia. ”

"Felicia?"

Reading the name, Gwen paused.

District Attorney Craig. Schmidt, but not because of Jack. Hardy shut up without saying a word, 'This is a very clear case,' and Schmidt told reporters on the steps of the courthouse: 'Hardy is accused of stealing $20 million worth of jewelry in downtown that is ready to be auctioned.'"

"All of his physical traits match those of the culprits in a series of snitch burglaries that have plagued the city for two years, and Schmidt goes on to say: 'Justice will be done, and Hardy will pay the price for his crimes.'"

Reading the report on the computer, Gwen understood something.

She thought for a moment, then continued to read:

"Attorney Franklin was working for Jack. Hardy's defense has a different point of view, arguing that 'Jack. Hardy's alleged crimes are far greater than the crimes he committed, and while he does not deny his theft, he should not be held legally responsible. ’”

After reading all the information, Gwen thought about it, opened Google, and tried to type "Felicia. Hardy" name.

I didn't think I would find anything.

But what Google found surprised her.

"Felicia. Hardy

36th Block 3rd Avenue

Alphabet City

Occupations and affiliations since 2009:

Accountant, Fisker Industrial Group"

Reading what she had searched for, Gwen couldn't help but take a breath.

"Oh my God!"

She felt as if she had touched the truth of the matter.

If your guess is correct, the black cat is this Felicia. Hardy!

Her father is Jack. Hardy.

Then there is a reasonable explanation for what the other party said about his father.

"I figured it out now, and like a detective, I found out the truth of the matter, although it's still a little confusing."

What I don't understand is why the other party used Catwoman's identity to steal the Fisk Group's slate.

The other party is obviously an employee of Fisker Company.

Could it be that this black cat is just lurking in Jinhe's company, taking advantage of the night to come out and steal his company's things?

After identifying the black cat, she pulls out her phone and tries to call Peter.

"No"

But soon Gwen stopped the idea.

I'm just speculating now, and I'm not sure.

And the woman Black Cat seems to want to "plot against Peter".

She put a dangerous label on the black cat in her heart.

Compared to the silent and gloomy Jessica. Jones, and the extroverted Mary. Jane, she felt that the woman in front of her called the "black cat" brought her a greater threat.

Thinking of this, she put her phone back in her pocket and shrugged her shoulders.

"If I'm not mistaken, it won't be so easy."

Gwen took a deep breath and stood up to look outside.

It's the weekend, and she can finally do what she wants to do instead of going to school.

Picking up the bag containing the spider suit from the bed, Gwen pushed open the door and walked out.

At the same time, Kim and his manor.

The underworld underground emperor of New York City did not have the majesty and momentum in front of outsiders at this time.

Wearing a black hat, he walked slowly down the hallway.

"Squeak!"

He pushed a door open, and he entered a dimly lit room.

Curtains hung in the room, blocking out almost the entire outside sun.

Even in broad daylight, when the lamp is on, it is dimly lit.

The room smelled of Western medicine, and as soon as I opened the door, the pungent smell of medicine came out.

Jin Ji walked to the bed in the middle of the room, looked at the woman with a weak face lying on it, and sighed slightly.

Taking off his hat, he gently leaned over and kissed the woman's face.

Then his muscular body sat down in the chair next to him.

"Vanessa, I'm in a little trouble today, though. Honey, I'll take care of it, don't worry. ”

The woman has a syringe needle in her hand, and the life-sustaining nutrient solution is fed into the woman's body from the hanging bottle.

Next to her are various instruments that monitor the woman's physical condition.

If the average person enters this place for the first time, they will guess that this is a ward of a hospital.

The woman lying on the bed was Vanessa, Kim He's wife. Fisk.

Kim had tried everything he could, but he still couldn't wake up his sleeping wife.

"Actually, I don't believe in the slate."

Jin He lowered his head, buried his head in his palm, and said in a painful voice: "If modern technology can heal you and wake you up, I will do my best, but I have tried all the methods, and they have failed." ”

"This slate. I really can't figure out what this thing has power, or maybe as you said, I don't really believe in the supernatural. ”

Kim slowly raised his head and looked at his wife on the bed.

"I want to give you that slate, because you believe in these things, you believe that there are magic and miracles in this world, so that slate has a special meaning to you."

After a pause, he looked at his wife and reached out to hold the other's cold hands.

"That's why I'd rather spend so much money and find out and give it to you, all because of you! Vanessa! ”

He told the reason why he had tried everything to get his hands on the slate.

It's not to satisfy any of its own ambitions, nor is it brewing any attempt to destroy the world.

That kind of thing was just a useless stone to him.

At most, it has some cultural value.

But in the eyes of his wife, the meaning of the slate is extremely important.

Feeling the coldness of his wife's hand, he held it gently, trying to transmit the warmth of his palm to the other party.

"That ancient text says that the slate can find a way to open your eyes, because the doctor is no longer able to do anything about you, and because I have no other choice, I have exhausted all means."

He closed his eyes and said in a heavy tone.

The dim environment covered his entire face, and in the darkness where the sun could not shine, his expression suddenly became cold for a moment.

"But you know what? Do you know what they did? ”

He said word by word to his wife, who was lying on the bed with her eyes closed: "They have taken away our only hope of regaining happiness!" ”

"They laugh at us, they laugh at our marriage, they are punishing us, but I will also punish them, let them pay the price they deserve, and never tolerate it!"

As he spoke, he stood up.

Letting go of his wife's hand and tucking the corners of the blanket, he turned and walked outside.

On the other side, forest hills.

After Uncle Ben and Aunt May leave, Peter's bat gaze catches Erica's movements.

When he saw the other party appear in the Fisk Mansion, he immediately knew who the woman was hired by.

The slate belongs to Jinhe, and the black cat, as an employee of the Jinhe Group, stole the slate?

Stroking his smooth chin, Peter fell into deep thought.

"Try tapioca pancakes?"

Peter was lost in thought, and Captain America didn't know when he stood in front of him and handed him a weird treat.

"This is.?"

Peter looked at the strangely shaped food and asked him, "Is this a new food you recently made based on the food program you learned, Captain?" ”

"No, actually, I would have done it in the last century, and I love Brazilian food."

"Well, that's the first time I've heard of it."

"You know what? Peter, during World War II, the Ministry of Defense used to have a super soldier program."

"I know, I guess anyone who knows your history should know about it."

Peter said he knew his past.

"Okay, but there's a secret you must not know, and that is that at first they identified a super soldier, not me, of course, a young man named Michel von Patrick, who was codenamed MVP."

"He has infinite strength and speed beyond ordinary people, you must not know where he got these special abilities?"

"Well, I'm looking forward to your answer."

Peter nodded.

"His superpowers are mainly due to special eating habits and long-term exercise, Patrick has long been paired with a special Brazilian diet and long-term exercise regimen, and then can change genes, but this method of cultivation is very slow, usually takes almost a lifetime, but the good thing is that the genes changed in this way can be passed on to the next generation."

"Although he didn't become a super soldier later, I think his way of exercising and eating is worth learning. ”

"Hmm."

Peter nodded, not commenting.

However, Peter thinks that Captain America's bitter exhortation to young people to exercise and eat regularly and deliberately make up a story is still good.

He really does. I'm crying to death!

(End of chapter)