American comic book: I, with my abundant martial virtue, love to do good to others.

Upon hearing Professor Connors' question, Peter Parker and the other two nodded.

"I'm Curtis Kurt Connors, nice to meet you."

"Are you Professor Connors?"

Upon hearing Connors' self-introduction, Harry's eyes lit up: "Hello, Professor Connors, I am Harry Osborn. My father has mentioned you before, and he highly praises your research in the field of cross-species genetic regeneration of human limbs."

"Oh?"

Hearing Harry say this, Professor Connors smiled: "Osborn...your father should be Norman..."

Osborne, I've heard of him too.

"By the way, what are your names?"

"My name is Peter Parker, and her name is Mary Jane. We are both students at this high school."

"Peter. Mary Jane, Harry."

Smiling and nodding to the three of them, Professor Connors said with a smile, "I won't keep you from leaving school. I came to this school to see an old friend."

Goodbye, Professor Connors.

After saying a very polite goodbye to Professor Connors, the three of them left the school gate.

After the three left, Connors, who was walking towards the school, stopped in his tracks.

The gaze directed at Peter Parker's retreating figure carried a hint of a smile.

In fact, everything that just happened was something he did on purpose.

The goal is to let Peter Parker know who he is, and then pave the way for the next "chance encounter." Currently, his research has reached a stalemate.

So he thought back to his time as a military medic, and the research he did with Richard Parker in the lab.

Perhaps Richard's notebook can provide me with new ideas and help!

Sensing someone watching him from behind, Peter Parker instinctively turned around.

As you can see, apart from the continuous stream of students leaving, there is nothing particularly special about it.

Peter Parker shrugged and then chatted with Mary Jane about where they were going on a date this weekend.

FBI, New York.

"call.."

Jessica let out a long sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from her brow, and then got up from the table.

Looking at Lynn, who was adjusting his clothes, Jessica said lazily, "A large group of Mexicans have crossed the border into the United States and have arrived in New York."

"I've already made the arrangements. It won't be long before Hell's Kitchen is in chaos."

"Alan Maxey has always wanted fame and credit; this is the time to let him have it."

Hearing Jessica's words, Lynn pulled out a few tissues and handed them to her: "Wipe yourself, aren't you afraid it will leak?"

"It's not the first time it's leaked down my legs. Last time at my engagement party, my evening gown was completely ruined. Luckily, my fiancé didn't see it, otherwise... hehe..."

Perhaps she had thought of something amusing, because Jessica suddenly started to giggle.

After laughing for a while, Jessica finally spoke up: "By the way, my contraceptive injection is almost expired."

I'm not going to fight anymore.

"Goodbye!"

After bowing slightly to her senior, Lynn prepared to leave.

"asshole!"

Grabbing Lynn's arm, Jessica rolled her eyes at him and said, "I didn't say I wanted to have your child. Let's get down to business. Are you all ready?"

"Don't wait until Alan Maxie actually resolves this matter and gains the chief's favor."

"At that time..."

"He won't live that long."

Before Jessica could finish speaking, Lynn chuckled, "While I enjoy being kind to others, I won't easily let those who betray me get away with it!"

In mid-March, in Lynn's office,

Standing by the window, feeling the slightly cool breeze outside, Lynn felt very comfortable.

I barely slept last night because Gwen didn't go home after school, but went straight to my large apartment.

New York has been quite turbulent lately, with a group of guys from Mexico constantly causing chaos.

Many local gangs did not expect these Mexicans to be so strong, and they even lost a lot of their territory to them.

Moreover, after these Mexicans seized the territory of the local gangs, they also started a noodle business.

This immediately enraged all the gangs in New York.

However, the group of Mexicans didn't care about any of that, and were even bold enough to set their sights on Hell's Kitchen.

For nearly a month, fights between local gangs and Mexicans occurred daily.

These guys have seriously disrupted the normal order of New York, and now even the number of NYPD patrol cars on the streets has increased significantly.

Even so, dozens of people still die in gunfights in New York every day, and many innocent passersby are killed by stray bullets.

Therefore, Spider-Woman and Spider-Man appear at night more and more frequently under these circumstances.

To avoid being discovered by her parents, Gwen has been staying at Lynn's place for a few days each week for the past two weeks.

This also makes it easier for her to appear in New York as Spider-Woman.

As for Peter Parker, he could only pray that Aunt May and Uncle Ben wouldn't find him when he sneaked out in the middle of the night.

After stretching his limbs, Lynn opened the system. The experience bonus from the main force Gwen was enough to level up.

Lynn then directly upgraded his teleportation skill to level 2. Now, Super Strength, Teleportation, and Spider Sense have all been upgraded to LV2.

After completing the skill upgrade, Lynn closed the system and looked at the North Star.

At this point, both Polaris and Laura's favorability ratings have reached 6, just a little short of 7.

Barbara's affection level remained at 7 points, no matter how hard he worked.

The favorability rating didn't increase.

Oh my god, does that mean I have to give her a child too?

"Boss, what's wrong?"

Seeing Lynn looking at her, Barbara stepped forward and closed the window. "Boss, why didn't you choose the Miami FBI in the first place?"

"It's still a bit chilly here in New York in March, but you can already wear a bikini in Miami Beach!"

Hearing Barbara say that, Lynn laughed and said, "You want to wear a bikini too?"

"hey-hey..""

Barbara chuckled at Lynn and leaned against him, saying sweetly, "I've never worn it before. Before I was with you, I had to be careful every day so that no one would find out I was a mutant."

"Only after following you did I dare to walk openly on the street."

"How about I give you a month off?"

"No, I still prefer to stay by your side."

Hearing Barbara say that, Lynn laughed and said, "Let's wait a while. New York isn't very peaceful right now."

We need to start wrapping up the things we've arranged.

"Uh-huh.."

Seeing Barbara and Lynn acting coquettishly, Polaris, who was watching TV on her tablet, had a hint of envy in her eyes.

I really want to cling to Lynn's arm and act all cute.

Just as Barbara was clinging to Lynn's arm and acting coquettishly, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Once back in his seat, Lynn had someone come in.

"Good morning, Manager Lynn. I hope I haven't disturbed you."

Entering the office, Alan Maxie glanced at Barbara and Polaris, then smiled and asked Lynn.

"Good morning, what's up, Allen?"

"Yes, sir. As you know, New York is becoming increasingly chaotic. Mexican drug dealers and local New York gangs are engaging in gunfights every day, which has seriously affected the normal order of New York."

"Chief Lynn, our duty at the FBI is to protect the nation's security. I believe we cannot allow this chaos to continue, so I am requesting to take charge of this matter!"

Faced with Alan Maxie's earnest request, Lynn nodded: "You and I have the same idea."

I originally planned to have Sean lead the team to handle this, but since you volunteered, then this matter will be entrusted to you!

Hearing that Lynn had agreed to his request so readily, Alan Maxie breathed a sigh of relief and then smiled, "Don't worry, Manager Lynn, I guarantee I'll handle this matter as quickly as possible!"

"Of course I believe in your abilities."

Lynn tossed Alan Maxie a cigarette and said, "But Alan, these drug dealers from Mexico are high-profile and ruthless, so you'd better be careful."

"In addition, I will hold a press conference on behalf of the FBI in New York."

"Allen, do your best in front of the media."

Taking the cigarette Lynn tossed to him, Alan Maxie stood up and said, "Thank you, sir!" after hearing Lynn's words.

I had originally planned to use my family's influence to gain media exposure while handling this matter.

This was to let the public and headquarters know that the FBI in New York had more than just Lynn Hall who was capable.

But to my surprise, Lynn actually offered to help me.

Pfft... You stupid guy, that's the disadvantage of not having a family background.

Lynn Hall probably still doesn't know the real reason why those Mexicans were able to enter New York and fight so fiercely with the local gangs.

Watching Alan Maxie leave, Barbara handed Lynn a list of S12-S15 members: "Boss, these are the people you asked me to select, our own people who meet the promotion criteria at the action group level."

After glancing at the list, Lynn began to ponder who should replace Alan Maxie.

Of the four assistant supervisor positions, only Sean and Alice are currently on our side.

Lynn was planning to have Joey take over the Cyber ​​Security and Intelligence Department, so the Law Enforcement Service would also need to find its own people.

By slowly infiltrating, the New York FBI will eventually become our own!

At the same time, in Queens,

"Peter, even if you ask for leave from school, you should come back early. Queens has become increasingly unsafe lately. I even heard gunshots last night."

Seeing Peter Parker getting ready to leave, Aunt May immediately stepped forward and gave him some instructions.

"Don't worry, Aunt Mei, I'm not a child anymore. If we encounter any danger, I'll definitely run very fast."

Hearing Peter say this, Aunt May smiled and straightened his clothes: "Yes, my little Peter has grown up. In the blink of an eye, he will be going to college soon."

Time really flies!

Seeing Aunt May's wistful expression, Peter Parker put on his shoes and said, "I'm off, Aunt May."

By the way, don't bother saving me lunch; I've already made plans with Professor Connors.

After saying that, Peter Parker immediately ran outside.

Inside a laboratory in New York.

"cool!"

Looking at the various sophisticated experimental instruments in the laboratory, Peter Parker exclaimed in admiration, then asked Connors, "Professor Connors, is this the laboratory you established in New York?"

"Yes, Peter."

Faced with Peter's constant praise, Kurt Connors smiled and led him to another room.

The room contains various experimental subjects such as reptiles and mice, among which a group of lizards is the most eye-catching.

I have been studying the genes of these reptiles, trying to transfer their regenerative systems into humans, so that people who have lost limbs in disasters and accidents can regain their intact limbs.

At this point, Kurt Connors smiled at Peter Parker: "Of course, there's some personal motive involved too."

Kurt Connors chuckled, brandishing his severed arm. "Only when you lose what's most important do you realize how precious it was."

Upon hearing Dr. Connors's words, Peter Parker exclaimed, "Professor Connors, your research concept is truly brilliant. Once you succeed, disabled people all over the world will become able-bodied because of your research."

"Haha, Peter, that's why I moved the lab from my hometown of Florida to New York."

Handing his research notes to Peter Parker, Kurt Connors said, "I can't do this on my own. Like right now, I've hit a bottleneck."

"So I accepted Columbia University's invitation to become a professor there, wanting to conduct research with the university's top scientific talents."

At this point, Kurt Connorson looked at Peter and said, "By the way, Peter, you'll be going to college soon too. Have you decided which college you want to go to?"

"New York University, Professor Connors."

When Connors asked him, Peter Parker laughed and said, "I've made plans with Harry and Mary Jane Gwen to go to NYU together."

"New York University is also very good."

After leaving the lab with Peter, Kurt Connors invited Peter to lunch: "Peter, although we haven't spent much time together, I've found you to be very intelligent."

"If you need any help in the future, feel free to contact me anytime."

"Thank you, Professor Connors."

In response to Peter Parker's gratitude, Professor Connors smiled and said, "You're welcome, Peter. You and your father are very much alike."

Peter Parker, who was having lunch, was stunned when Professor Connors suddenly mentioned his father.

Looking up at Connors, Peter Parker exclaimed excitedly, "Professor Connors, do you know my father?"

"certainly."

Facing the excited Peter, Connors' face showed a hint of reminiscence: "When I first met your father, I was a military doctor."

"Back then, we were in a military lab researching the secrets of the human body's potential limits. Unfortunately, I lost an arm later for some reason."

"I haven't seen your father since then."

At this point, Connors said to Peter, "Peter, your father was a true genius. If he were still alive, my research might have already been realized!"

As the two were talking, a gunshot suddenly rang out outside.

Upon hearing the gunshots, the two men looked outside and saw several Black men and a group of Hispanics exchanging fire.

"My God, I never imagined New York would be this chaotic."

"Um... Professor Connors, excuse me, I need to use the restroom."

Seeing innocent passersby shot and fall to the ground, Peter Parker longed to hear Professor Connors continue talking about his father.

But right now, New Yorkers need Spider-Man even more!

Seeing Peter's hurried departure, the look of reminiscence on Connors' face gradually faded.

He lowered his head and continued eating his pasta, seemingly oblivious to everything around him.

"Fuck, those damn Mexicans must have some kind of backing, boss. Now they dare to stick their hands into Hell's Kitchen."

Looking at Kingpin sitting in the chair, Bullseye frowned and said, "If we don't fight back, Hell's Kitchen will be swallowed up by those Hispanics sooner or later!"

Seeing Bullseye's excited expression, Kingpin, dressed in a white suit, didn't seem to care: "How's Maya doing at school?"

Seeing that the eldest brother didn't care about territory or business, but was worried about his adopted daughter instead.

Bullseye sat back down in his chair and said, "The teachers and principal at the school all took our money."

Therefore, no one dared to bully the Maya.

"But boss, those Mexicans..."

Halfway through his sentence, Bullseye caught Kingpin's gaze and immediately shut his mouth.

Kingpin picked up the remote control from the table, turned on the TV, and looked at Alan Maxey, who was standing in front of the media and being interviewed.

He then said to Bullseye, "When New York descends into chaos, the headaches shouldn't be ours, but those official organizations."

"They won't allow New York to descend into chaos. Once the authorities step in and start cleaning up these guys, anyone who makes a move will become the primary target of the authorities."

Holding the remote and turning up the volume, I heard Alan Maxie confidently assuring me that New York would be back to peace in a month at most.

"Now you know why I'm not in a hurry, even the FBI in New York has personally gotten involved."

The chaos will soon be over.

At this point, Kingpin thought for a few seconds, then stood up and said, "Help me make an appointment with Lynn Hall, the new director of the FBI in New York."

"Also, Maya has been wanting the latest Elsa doll, so I'm contacting the manufacturer. I want to get the latest Elsa doll before Maya gets out of school tonight."

Upon hearing Kingpin's words, Bullseye scratched his head.

Bullseye knew exactly how much the eldest brother doted on his adopted daughter.

But why would you want to meet with Lynn Hall at this particular time?

Could it be that he wants to discuss with Lynn Hall how to eliminate those Mexicans and then divide up the territory?

Oh well, I'm just working for money anyway, so who cares!

Five o'clock in the afternoon, inside the FedEx company.

"I'm off work, Draco. Want to grab a drink tonight?"

Upon hearing his colleague's invitation, Draco Mohammed smiled and declined, saying, "I won't go. I'm too tired today, so I want to go home and rest early."

Draco's colleagues didn't seem to care about his refusal.

They had a very good impression of Draco Mohammed; he was honest, reliable, and hardworking.

Although he is rather quiet, he rarely refuses requests from his colleagues.

After get off work, Lynn drove back to her large apartment with Laura and Polaris.

"Lorna, haven't you passed your driver's test yet?"

Looking in the rearview mirror, I saw Polaris sitting in the back seat, whispering something to Laura.

Lynn then asked with a smile.

"This feels so troublesome."

In response to Lynn's question, Lorna looked up and said, "I can easily control a car with my abilities, and even crush a car."

"But it just feels like the steering wheel is out of my control!"

"Several times I wanted to use my ability to get rid of those roadblocks and obstructing cars."

After making a complaint, Lorna leaned forward and brought her head close: "Lynn, couldn't you just use your connections to get me a driver's license directly?"

"Don't worry, even if I'm driving alone, I can use my abilities to control the car and avoid danger on the road. Really, I swear!"

Upon hearing Polaris's plea, Lynn laughed and refused, "Don't even think about it. Although it would be a piece of cake for me, Lorna, driving a car and controlling a car with your abilities are not the same thing."

"I don't want to see you get into danger while driving!"

"cut!"

Pouting, Polaris sat back down next to Laura, gazing at the car roof and saying, "Getting a driver's license is really hard..."

Faced with her best friend's "life is meaningless" look, Laura looked at the North Star and then at Lynn driving the car, her eyes filled with disbelief!

Although this wasn't the typical way a girl would act cute, Laura was certain that her best friend was learning how to act cute with Lynn!

Good heavens! Just thinking about how Polaris would cling to Lynn's arm and act all sweet and affectionate in the future made Laura shudder involuntarily.

I can't even imagine how thrilling that scene must have been...

However, seeing that Lorna's gloomy expression was decreasing and she was becoming more and more cheerful, even Laura had to admit that Lynn was indeed full of a charming personality that made people feel relaxed without even realizing it.

Halfway through the drive, a bald man blocked the road and kept waving at the car.

Upon seeing this guy with circles drawn on his forehead, resembling shooting targets, blocking the way, Polaris, who had previously looked "despair," immediately sat up.

Green energy was also released between their hands.

As the car window rolled down, Bullseye strode over to it, trying his best to appear gentlemanly: "I'm sorry to find you this way, Mr. Lynn Hall."

"Our boss would like to invite you to dinner. Do you have time?"

After speaking, he even put his right hand on his shoulder and gave Lin Enshi an awkward gesture of greeting.

He was facing Bullseye, who was clearly a vicious and ruthless man, yet pretended to be a refined and cultured person.

Even Lynn thought the guy's actions were just too ridiculous.

It's like a black bear in a zoo riding a balance bike, saluting and begging for an apple.

Lynn, who had been ready to fire him, suddenly had a change of heart and asked Bullseye, "Didn't King say what his purpose was?"

"That wasn't mentioned, Mr. Hall. Our boss is genuinely very sincere in wanting to invite you."

Although this involves some kind of collusion between the underworld and the legitimate world... oh no, I mean private dealings.

Bullseye looked like someone who seemed to have memorized their entire speech, but couldn't utter a single word when it mattered most.

Lynn said, "Go back and tell Kingpin that this time is not suitable, and tell him to wait for further notice!"

After saying that, Lynn drove away.

Watching the Chevrolet drive away, Bullseye raised his hand and slapped himself in the face.

"Fuck you, what collusion between the underworld and the government? You forgot the script written by the boss's secretary at this crucial moment. But you can't blame me, after all, killing is my job!"

After muttering something to himself, Bullseye took out his phone and dialed Kingpin's number.

The call connected, and Bullseye heard Lynn Hall's reply.

Kingpin showed no dissatisfaction whatsoever. Instead, he chuckled and said, "I can't be wrong," before hanging up the phone.

Bullseye frowned as he watched his boss hang up the phone.

Being rejected and still so happy—it's true, it's hard to guess what important people are thinking.

Since Alan Maxie confidently stated in front of the media that New York would return to stability within a month.

He immediately led his men in a surprise attack on the group of Mexicans gathered there.

In just three days, Alan Maxie arrested nearly a hundred Mexicans and seized a large quantity of firearms and ammunition.

Moreover, some local New York gangs, including Alan Maxie, were also targeted.

He's really going all out this time, ready to make a name for himself in front of the public and headquarters!

early morning.

Listening to Alice's report on Ellen Maxey's progress over the past three days over the phone.

While eating breakfast, Lynn said, "Let's begin!"

"yes!"

After hanging up the phone, Lynn placed the peeled hard-boiled eggs on Gwen's plate: "Aunt Helen has been complaining a bit about you not coming home this week."

"There's nothing I can do about it. I have to attend classes during the day, so I can only go out at night to protect the people."

You have no idea, Lynn, even though your FBI has already arrested those gang members...

But at night, those guys would go crazy, fighting over territory.

Lynn smiled at Gwen's complaints.

It was something that was expected.

At the same time, outside Alan Maxie’s apartment, Draco Mohammed put on a FedEx hat, then picked up a pre-prepared package and got out of the car.

inside the room.

After finishing breakfast, Alan Maxie prepared to put on his suit and head to the FBI.

The three-day cleanup operation was effective; at least the frequency of daytime gunfights decreased significantly.

The so-called one month is nothing more than a psychological expectation set by ourselves for the public.

While the public believed it would take a month for New York to become safe again, he restored stability to the city in just one week.

In this way, the public will definitely think that they are very capable, even better than Lynn Hall.

A little trick, but it's very effective!

Just as Alan Maxie was putting on his suit, the doorbell rang.

"Hello, FedEx, there's a package for you."

Hearing the sound coming from outside the door, Alan Maxie got up and went outside.

Allen opened the door after confirming through the peephole that it was indeed a FedEx employee.

I took a closer look at the deliveryman and saw that the address on the package was my hometown.

Allen, somewhat curious, took the package and returned to the living room.

Could this package from my hometown be from my uncle?

I had just cut open the sealed package with a knife, and before I could even remove the foam board covering it, I heard a ticking sound coming from under the foam board.

Upon hearing this sound, Alan Maxie's pupils contracted.

The next second, a violent explosion was heard inside the apartment.

"Rumble..."

Upon hearing the explosion, Draco Mohammed, who had returned to his car, smirked, then feigned terror and collapsed to the ground.

Then, he picked up his phone and pretended to call the police with a trembling voice.

After doing all this, they stayed where they were and waited for the police to arrive!

Half an hour later, inside the Manhattan Police Department.

"What exactly is going on?"

Looking at the deputy commissioner of the Manhattan Police Department in front of him, Lynn Hall frowned and asked.

"We received a call about half an hour ago saying that an apartment building had been bombed. When we got there, the detached house that belonged to Alan Maxie had been reduced to rubble."

In response to Lynn's questioning, the deputy director gave a detailed account of the situation at the scene.

"FUXX!"

After listening to the deputy director's description, Lynn Hall cursed and immediately turned angrily to Alice, saying, "This was a premeditated bombing attack, a deliberate act of retaliation against Allen!"

"Alice, interrogate that FedEx deliveryman immediately, and also check the address where the bomb package was sent!"

"yes!"

Upon hearing Lynn's order, Alice immediately headed towards the police station's interrogation room.

My condolences.

Seeing Lynn's "burning anger," the deputy director took out a cigarette and handed it to Lynn, saying, "Lynn, I also think this is retaliation against Agent Allen, after all, Agent Allen has arrested nearly a hundred Hispanics during this period."

"You have to understand, they're a bunch of ruthless drug dealers. They dare to fight local gangs for territory with guns in broad daylight, so even if they do something outrageous, I think it's normal!"

Taking the cigarette from the deputy director, Lynn said, "I knew those idiots had shit for brains, but I never expected them to be this bold!"

"FUXX, don't they understand what killing an FBI agent means?"

"Ha, those Mexican drug dealers are just like the black guys in gangs, their heads have long been destroyed by flour."

"Their only concerns are money, flour, and sex. Once they're caught up in it, they don't care even about the White House!"

Hearing Deputy Director Brian say this, Lynn took a deep breath: "It's a pity about Allen. He's now the assistant director of our FBI in New York."

"I was even prepared to discuss recommending him for deputy director with the chief after he resolved the chaos in New York."

"But I never expected... Damn it, I won't let these sons of bitches get away with this!"

He took out a lighter and lit Lynn's cigarette. Deputy Chief Blake glanced at the busy officers outside and then whispered to Lynn, "What I'm most grateful for right now is that you're alright."

"Lynn, I spoke with George on the phone as soon as it happened."

"When he learned that the person who died was your assistant director of the FBI in New York, his biggest worry was still you," Deputy Director Brian said, handing Lynn a report: "Take a look, the other side used a special bomb. My God, a three-story detached apartment building has been blown to rubble."

"When the forensic pathologist entered the scene to conduct an examination, they couldn't find even a single intact body part of Alan Maxie."

"I can't even imagine what it would be like if you were the one receiving this bomb..."

Slowly exhaling a puff of smoke, Lynn's "anger" gradually subsided: "No matter what, I won't let these bastards get away with this!"

As the two were talking, Alice came out of the interrogation room: "Boss, according to FedEx's package records, the bomb package was sent from Allen's hometown."

"I've already contacted the FBI in Allen's hometown, and they will go there to investigate."

"As for the FedEx employee, after investigation, I believe he had no motive for committing the crime."

He had no contact with Allen, and all his communication records and bank accounts were normal.

Even FedEx employees say he's very honest and straightforward!

After Alice finished speaking, Deputy Director Brian nodded and said, "I also investigated this employee, Lynn. He's just an ordinary deliveryman, and he was the first to call the police."

Listening to their conversation, Lynn stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray: "Alice, release the action team. Within three days, I want to see all the gang leaders in the FBI interrogation room."

"Also, bring those damned Hispanics back for interrogation!"

"yes!"

Upon hearing Lynn's words, Alice immediately replied.

"I won't bother you any longer, Uncle Brian."

Lynn extended his hand to shake Brian's hand, then prepared to leave.

"If you need anything, the Manhattan Police Department will fully cooperate with you."

"Smiling, Deputy Director Brian patted Lynn on the shoulder."

Like Chief Superintendent Vandall, who investigated the Felton family cannibalism case, he was one of Uncle George's men.

Therefore, he would naturally give his full support to Lynn.

As soon as he and his men arrived outside the police station, they saw a large group of reporters swarming towards Lynn.

"Lynn, I heard that the victim in this morning's bombing was Alan Maxey, assistant director of the FBI in New York. Is that true?"

Mr. Hall, Alan Maxey was the victim of a bombing attack. Is this related to his announcement of a crackdown on New York gangs?

"Lynn, what are the FBI's next moves? Will they be cracking down on New York gangs?"

"Manager Lynn..."

Looking at the reporters in front of him, who were all asking questions into microphones, Lynn looked at the camera with a serious expression and said, "Yes, our Assistant Director of the FBI in New York, Mr. Alan Maxey, was attacked with a package bomb this morning."

"This is absolutely a premeditated act of revenge, a provocation against the FBI in New York!"

"Whoever planned this bombing, we will investigate to the end and will never let the mastermind get away with it!"

Inside Tony Stark's villa.

On the television, Lin Enyi was angrily denouncing the mastermind behind the bombing.

Tony Stark clicked his tongue, then looked at Coulson beside him and said, "I was originally thinking of calling Lynn to come and save me. After all, even though your S.H.I.E.L.D. is very powerful, this is America."

"But it seems Lynn won't have time to come and save me again!"

Hearing Tony say this, Coulson shrugged and said, "Actually, we at S.H.I.E.L.D. were also trying to save you, Mr. Stark. The injection in the restaurant could only temporarily relieve the palladium poisoning in your body."

"To resolve this completely..."

"Speaking of which, you actually sent an agent to infiltrate my inner circle?"

Rolling his eyes at Coulson, Tony Stark said, "Even though you've imprisoned me here, don't forget to tell Natasha that I will never forgive her."

"Unless you're willing to return all the wine you took from the wine cabinet."

Coulson first made a request to Tony, then shrugged: "I'll have someone send you a batch of non-alcoholic beverages."

"FUCK..."

Tony Stark cursed at Coulson's smile.

Queens, inside the apartment of the Blood Gang leader.

"FBI, FUXX, don't fucking move!"

With the gun pointed at the Blood Gang leader's head, Alice slammed her foot heavily into his knee.

Seeing the Blood Gang members huddled on the ground with their heads in their hands, Alice waved her hand, and the action team members immediately took them all away.

Brooklyn, home to the new digital gang.

"Da da da.:"

A burst of submachine gun fire rang out, and Dennis, who was hiding behind cover, pulled the pin on a grenade and threw it.

"boom.."

An explosion rang out, followed by a series of mournful cries from ahead.

After confirming there was no danger, Dennis gripped his submachine gun and charged out first.

When he saw the Number Gang members lying on the ground groaning in pain, he immediately opened fire to finish them off. Only after all the resisting gang members had lost their vital signs did Dennis finally breathe a sigh of relief.

After watching Dennis complete all of this, the team leader patted Dennis on the shoulder and smiled, "Well done. Looks like Sean taught you well."

After saying that, the team leader signaled the other members to help the boss find the new number hiding inside the house.

Faced with the team leader's praise, Dennis, whose face was somewhat pale, gradually put down the submachine gun in his hand.

He walked to the side, wiped the blood off the soles of his boots, and then asked the team leader for a cigarette.

"This was my first official murder. When I first joined the FBI in New York, my boss and Sean took me to Europe. Although there was a gunfight that time, I... cough cough."

Look at Dennis, whose lips are trembling slightly, choked by the cigarette smoke.

The team leader laughed loudly, "Everyone's like this the first time they kill someone. When you get back, have your mother give you some psychological counseling."

"She's the best psychologist in the FBI in New York. Many guys had their first 'meal' with her, and it was your mother who provided psychological counseling."

As he spoke, the team leader spat at the group of dead gang members, saying with a contemptuous tone, "Don't treat them like human beings. The boss said that anyone who's addicted to noodles and would do anything utterly heartless for a bowl of noodles isn't even human!"

"call.."

As he slowly exhaled the smoke, Dennis looked at the team members escorting the gang leader out and suddenly asked with a smile, "I didn't let the boss down this time, did I?"

"Ha ha."

Patting Dennis on the shoulder, the team leader clenched his fist and punched him in the chest: "Well done!"