N-A-A Chapter 650 New Semester, New Look
Chapter 650 New Semester, New Look
Chapter 650 New Semester, New Look
"Speaking of which, have you all found dance partners for this year's homecoming festival?"
Once they were all in work mode, Harry, to his own dismay, brought up a very crucial question. Peter's response was to pretend to ignore it and continue patrolling among the skyscrapers of Manhattan, while Amadeus had no such reservations, because unlike Peter and Harry, he had no choice of a dance partner.
"Well, I haven't made much progress. I hope I can find someone before the back-to-school season starts this year."
"You're not very confident about what you're saying, Amadeus." Harry said while using the Spider Drone to check and analyze the situation. The various dangerous incidents that had occurred in New York these days had begun to decrease exponentially. Of course, there were still some, after all, this was New York.
But at least the number of dangerous incidents that the police are able to report are decreasing.
Conversely, what about dangerous incidents that did not trigger an alarm?
That's the target Spider-Man is looking for.
"Speaking of which, Peter, what about you? Oh, you shouldn't be short of dance partners for homecoming."
Harry made a pointed remark, to which Peter Parker could only chuckle. He flew and swung into Harlem, a predominantly Black neighborhood. While racial discrimination and stereotypes are fundamentally wrong, there are reasons why they exist.
Without delving into its deeper essence, it is true that in the United States, the crime rate in Black communities is much higher than in other areas. On the other hand, the level of unity in Black communities is also higher than in other communities. So, what kind of things would emerge in a community with both a high crime rate and a strong sense of unity?
"I installed GPS trackers on the cars of the gang members I investigated last time, intending to dig deeper and deeper to find out who's behind them. It seems like I've basically got them all sorted out. There aren't many places where these cars converge, so I think I can find a lot of information by checking them one by one."
"So, we can wipe out all these gangs in one fell swoop?"
"That depends on your concept of 'wiping out the whole thing.' Eradicate a gang? Yes, but the question is how to stop these gangs from developing and emerging further. A good mayor, a good president? Or perhaps change the country? If the captain were to run for office, he might actually have a chance."
Peter swung on his web to the first target location, but he didn't say a second thing: the captain was unwilling to participate in the election.
He has always felt a sense of alienation from this era, believing that he is not suited to excessively interfere in it. He doesn't even want to participate in any non-essential propaganda activities, let alone elections. The captain's current activities are mostly related to charity, veterans' welfare, and anti-invasion efforts; he doesn't plan to get involved in anything else.
As for the others, well, do you really expect Tony Stark to run for president? Forget it.
"Besides, if you're hoping to wipe them all out by destroying one or two strongholds that manufacture enhancers, then forget it. If this line of work is profitable, then people will keep coming back for it. And the biggest problem is that the police don't seem to care about this... Ugh, this smell."
Peter activated the air filtration function of the suit. The biggest problem with the enhanced senses is that you can perceive many, many details more acutely—smells, sounds, and sights. Sometimes, being a superhero really requires a certain level of mental fortitude.
Peter walked through the building's ventilation ducts, lost in thought, when he suddenly sensed something was wrong. His targets had all lost all movement, as if frozen in place. Peter had the cameras filtered and blurred out before jumping down, then sighed helplessly.
All seven or eight people he had originally targeted—the gang's hideout and manufacturing center—were dead.
"Peter? What are these mosaics...?"
"Help me contact the NYPD; someone even got me a job beforehand, and in this very way..."
"Was it done by some anti-hero?"
Amadeus's words made Peter, who was analyzing the data on his computer, shake his head. This wasn't Frank's doing, nor Logan's. These bodies had all been killed by sharp longswords that neatly and uniformly slit their throats or pierced their chests.
The guys who caused all this were incredibly arrogant. They didn't touch any of the cheap chemical equipment or the unfinished enhancement agents inside, as if their only goal was to kill. Peter squinted and carefully examined his surroundings, then confirmed how they had broken in—the door had been chopped in two.
"Someone who's very skilled with a knife or sword, look at the bullet holes here and all, these gangsters must have tried very hard to fight back, but to no avail. Did they all dodge? No, that's not right."
The number of spent cartridge cases on the ground does not match the number of bullets. Although many bullets hit the ground or embedded themselves in the walls, the numbers are incorrect.
The bloodstains are wrong too. Even Logan would bleed if he were hit, but there's no blood here. Skilled with a knife, no blood... an immortal ninja from the Hand?
Peter paused for a moment, then felt confused. If they really were immortal ninjas from the Hand, why would they go and kill other gang members? Were they just bored? According to previous intelligence, they should have been operating covertly in Hell's Kitchen, so why were they in Harlem?
"Peter? Dude? Why have you been so silent? Did you figure something out?"
"Yes, I roughly know who killed the gangsters here. They're a criminal organization, but more dangerous than regular gangsters. Wait a moment, I'll go check if anything's happened at the other gang strongholds. Hopefully, this is just an isolated incident by the Hand and not a large-scale attack."
This time, Peter didn't think too much about it. The other gang strongholds were still operating as usual. After a brief exchange with Peter, they all collapsed and surrendered. Only that unlucky place was taken down by the Hand. No one knew how they had offended them.
"But it's really strange that the Hand, which hadn't made any big moves or caused any trouble before, suddenly popped up like this. I wonder how the Defenders' investigation is going. Hmm, I should go talk to Matt and the others. Maybe they'll know what the Hand has been up to all this time. These guys aren't particularly dangerous, but it's better to deal with them sooner rather than later."
(End of this chapter)