Chapter 100 Father and Daughter

After getting off the crowded subway, Gwen returned home in silence, unaware that she had been targeted.

Along the way, previous scenes always appeared in her mind unconsciously.

Peter was fostered by his parents in their own home when he was 5 years old, and the two became very good friends.

That is, childhood sweethearts.

They should have grown up together. Even if they went their separate ways in the future, they would still spend Christmas together and carve turkeys together as a family.

Until that happens...

Peter is dead.

Wearing a spider suit, she was "witnessed" by her father, who came after her, and killed Peter, thus being accused of murder.

Going upstairs along the fire escape, she saw a familiar figure through the window. Gwen's hand on the window paused for a moment.

She really doesn't know how to face him.

"But you killed his friend?" Relying on the intuition of a young police officer, Gwen Georges felt that something about her man was not right, but she wondered what was right about him.

The other party nodded and handed over a photo: "Look, that photo of the degree was taken a long time ago."

It contains about eight million artifacts from the Dutch colonial era to the present, ranging from toys to prints, from dance halls to theaters, etc., everything is included.

"But...that's your job," Gwen Cheng Yingzheng replied.

On the seventh floor of the museum, there is no Rockefeller exhibition room. The outside is a replica of the old Rockefeller's once extremely luxurious master bedroom and dressing room.

A vigorous figure appeared among the buildings in New York.

"Well, it's good," Gwen replied casually, "I quit the band."

"It's bad, but you think so." George held back his words for a long time.

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In my mind, I consciously thought of this woman who said she would take you to see the scenery of various worlds.

Gwen Georges picked up the photo and looked at it, and found that underneath was a gray-white woman with a pointed hooked nose, but instead of having hands, she had a pair of wings.

I feel like I messed up.

The City Museum of New York is a quite famous landmark building. It is located at the junction of Seventh Avenue and 103/104 Streets and is dedicated to recording the history of New York.

"Break it!" Cheng Yingxiao shouted, "But that can also revive me!"

As soon as I got out of the police car, no one came over to tell me about the intelligence collected.

Clean up the bad mood.

Down the street above, Cheng Ying Georges also arrived.

Suddenly.

A few minutes ago.

Phew!

Cheng Ying turned around and said, "Did he see it?"

George appeared in the small downstairs near the city museum.

Behind us, several police officers who were relatively close to the museum were directly knocked over by the shock wave. They fell to the ground and knew whether they were alive or dead!

Now on the stage is Spider George!

Downstairs, George watched his father drive away before turning around and returning to his room.

Yes, not a vulture!

With that said, she opened the door and entered her bedroom.

That was also the beginning of pushing her life into the abyss.

It is precisely because of its importance and value that the city museum is full of vehicles at this moment.

George paused for a moment before replying: "Ah, this... is pretty bad."

George didn't pay any attention to me, wrongly speaking, because he knew how to answer. At most, when it came to the topic of Spider-Man, you really knew how to have a "bad talk" with me.

"Do you know where you are now and what you are doing?" George thought to himself and closed his eyes.

He is gentle, brave, and kind, and is the best police chief in New York, but it was also he who "witnessed" the truth of "Spider Woman killed Peter Parker" with his own eyes.

It can hardly be said that the city museum was completely surrounded.

At that moment, the pager in Cheng Ying Georges' pocket rang, breaking the rare warm moment between father and son.

Gwen Cheng Yingzheng was stunned and stepped forward. Only then did he react and hugged the man in his arms.

Upon seeing this, Gwen Georges continued: "...George, do you think it would be good for you to talk about it?"

"Bad talking" turned into "good communication".

It’s not that the material looks weird, it just looks like it’s made of paper.

Gwen Georges only thinks her son is still immersed in the grief of losing a bad friend.

"What happened? Who is outside?" George changed several angles and tried to see the scene outside through the side window of the city museum, but he saw nothing.

Gwen Georges took a step back and said: "You think you need to have a serious talk..."

But what I know is that those two things are indeed unrelated, but they are the relationship I think.

Naturally, I linked those two things together.

Feeling his father's cool embrace, George's heart gradually improved.

A figure ran into my arms and hugged me tightly.

You really know how to communicate with your father.

Boom!

Gwen Georges comforted George a few more words, then turned around, took off her clothes and guns, left home, and headed towards the city museum.

A violent explosion sounded.

"You're back?" the man asked without looking back, "How was the exam?"

There are police cars, fire trucks, ambulances, and even a police helicopter in the sky.

After a long time, I reorganized the bad wording: "You want to argue about that... Bad, you want to say, maybe he can't be like a child and let his father..."

"I..." Cheng Ying Georges was about to say something.

George tried to defend himself: "Maybe you had no choice but to escape because you had no choice?"

That also makes me very worried.

"He's saying that there's no weird guy dressed in Renaissance style staying outside the museum right now?" Gwen Georges looked at the capable superior behind her in surprise.

[There is no police situation in the city museum, please leave as soon as possible!]

I know the relationship between my son and Peter, and even I regard Peter as half a son!

The two let go of each other.

Wipe away the tears that are about to well up.

Gwen Georges opened her mouth, knowing what to say.

Gwen Georges came to the bedroom door in a few steps, looked at the man's back, and said: "The case of Spider Man has not yet reached a breakthrough."

And ever since Peter was "killed" by Spider-Man, his precious boy has become increasingly depressed, and now even the rock band he hated most in the past has joined.

Overall, it looks like a vulture!

This man I love and hate.

"Of course! You were here at the time! Then you fled the place and fled in fear of crime!" Gwen Georges said.

An extremely violent shock wave surged out of the museum, almost knocking Gwen Cheng Yingzheng and my superior to the ground.
Chapter completed!