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Ahhhhh! !! !!

A heart-wrenching scream echoed through the bank lobby.

Jingxing was just an ordinary person. Faced with the excruciating pain of having all his fingers forcibly broken, he immediately lost his ability to fight.

"Hey, quiet down, buddy."

Peter's head was throbbing from the noise, so he casually punched the marble floor next to the horror:

"Unless, of course, you want to become like it!"

boom!

With a loud bang, the hard marble floor instantly cracked into a spiderweb pattern, and a clear fist print was deeply embedded in it.

The horrifying screams stopped abruptly. Although his body was still convulsing with pain, he dared not utter another sound.

If that punch had landed on his head, he probably would have died on the spot!

"I...I surrender!"

Finally, recovering from the shock, he stammered:

"I surrender! I'll do anything as long as you don't kill me and don't hand me over to the police!"

Willing to do anything?

Peter's eyes lit up.

That's quite an attractive offer.

Compared to Spider-Man's other nemesis, Peter prefers thrillers.

This guy didn't even graduate from high school, but he became self-taught and mastered the skills of picking locks and doors. He even taught himself physics and created the equipment he was wearing.

He is a rare and valuable technical talent!

In addition, this guy is quite principled compared to other villains.

Although he was obsessed with getting something for nothing, he never thought of using this equipment to kill or commit arson. In the comic book, Thriller never killed a single person.

Such a conscientious and technically skilled person! It would be a waste to just hand him over to the NYPD (New York Police Department).

Perhaps, we can give him a chance to work for us and turn over a new leaf.

Without hesitation, Peter, bearing the lingering terror of being half-dead, prepared to leave.

He needed to find a secluded place to have a proper talk with the other person...

"Hey, wait a minute!"

Seeing Peter about to swagger away, still terrified, Gwen finally snapped out of her shock and couldn't help but call out to him.

Peter stopped and turned to look at her. Beneath the white and red ethereal mask, no emotion could be discerned.

Gwen mustered her courage, stepped forward, and asked in what she thought was a very serious tone:

"Don't you think we should hand him over to the police?"

In her simple view of justice, catching bad guys and handing them over to the police is a matter of course.

Faced with her question, Peter didn't even turn his head and asked in return:

"Guess why I'm called the Arbiter?"

After leaving that question, he turned and left, leaving behind only a friendly reminder:

"I advise you to leave as soon as possible, newbie."

"Otherwise, be careful they don't mistake you for an accomplice of bank robbers."

This call back precisely hit Gwen's sore spot, and at the same time successfully kept her firmly in place:

"That won't happen! I'll show you just how wrong you are!"

The NYPD wouldn't make such a futile claim as this guy makes it out to be!

My dad is a policeman, and he's the most honest policeman in all of New York!

To prove herself right, Gwen gave up the idea of ​​chasing the "arbitrator" and instead stood with her arms crossed in the bank lobby, silently waiting for the police to arrive.

She wanted to personally explain everything to them and tell them that "Ghost Spider" was a trustworthy hero.

At the same time, we must prove to that arrogant bastard just how ridiculously wrong he is!

Peter, who had already disappeared around the corner with a lingering sense of dread, couldn't help but smile as he watched Gwen's stubborn little face reflected in the building's glass.

You're still too young, little Gwen.

Reality will teach you a lesson.

……

Peter was never disappointed by the efficiency of the NYPD.

Only after the bank robbery had ended and most of the customers had fled did the piercing sound of police sirens finally arrive, growing louder as they approached.

"NYPD! Listen up, people inside! Drop your weapons and surrender immediately!"

A large group of heavily armed police officers stormed into the bank lobby, only to find a scene of chaos and a masked woman in strange clothes standing silently in place.

Almost instinctively, the group raised their guns, the dark muzzles pointing directly at Gwen.

Gwen was instantly stunned.

She held up her hands, momentarily at a loss for words.

Things didn't go as she expected.

In her mind, the police would arrive, she would explain the situation to them, and receive a wave of thanks and praise. But instead... how did she end up with a gun pointed at her?

Does being a good person mean having a gun pointed at you?

"Don't shoot! She's a hero who came to save us!"

"That's right! She's the one who chased away that robber in the red and yellow clothes... no, she took him away by another, even more powerful hero!"

"She's a good person!"

Fortunately, the bank staff and the customers lying on the spot waiting for rescue all spoke up to testify for Gwen.

Otherwise, Gwen would probably turn evil on the spot in no time.

Hearing the consistent testimonies from the crowd, the police officer in charge raised his hand with some skepticism, signaling his men not to open fire for the time being.

"This... lady."

The officer sized up Gwen, his tone still full of vigilance:

"No matter what, you need to come with us to the police station to give a statement."

Go back to the police station?

Gwen's heart skipped a beat.

Are you kidding me!

She's not quite ready to meet her father, George Stacy, at the police station as "Ghost Spider" yet!

The thought of that scene is enough to send chills down your spine.

No! We must refuse!

At the same time, Gwen couldn't help but think to herself:

I regret not heeding the words of the "arbitrator"!

If I had chosen to leave directly, there wouldn't have been so much trouble!

"Sorry, I have other things to do."

Gwen resolutely refused the police's request.

"Hey! You can't leave!"

The officer's expression changed, and he immediately stepped forward to try and stop Gwen.

But how could Gwen be captured by a mere mortal like him?

With a flick of her wrist, a spider silk shot out and stuck to the ceiling.

Whoosh!

Amid the gasps of the police and onlookers, Gwen's figure was carried high into the air by the spider silk, slipped out of a broken window, and quickly disappeared among the city's skyscrapers.

This scene was captured on camera by Eddie Block, a photographer from the Daily Bugle who rushed to the scene after hearing the news.

"Did you see that! Did you see that!"

At the Daily Bugle headquarters, J. Jonah Jameson, looking at the photograph in his hand, couldn't help but excitedly shout to those around him:

"The masked hero you suggested I report on earlier fled in panic in front of the police!"

What does this tell us? If she had nothing to hide, why would she run away?

"Hmph, in my opinion, this guy, that 'dock butcher,' and those 'arbiters' the witnesses were talking about are all the same kind of people! They're just a bunch of masked thugs threatening the city's safety!"

Having finally shaken off the police, Gwen was unaware that a media storm targeting her was brewing.

All she knew was that the guy called "The Arbiter" seemed to be right again...