Chapter 82: Deer Will Always Chase Boys from Queens

The driver, witnessing everything, was filled with disbelief.

He couldn't fathom how an ordinary person could achieve such feats.

Sweat dripped from his forehead as he quickly reached for his gun from his pocket.

Simultaneously, his phone rang with his boss's voice, "Report to me, what's happening?"

"Sir, you won't believe it, but she did something unbelievable," the bald man's voice trembled slightly.

The boss remained silent for a moment, "Cancel the mission, leave there!"

The bald man confirmed with his boss once again, "Cancel the mission, sir?"

"Yes, cancel the mission."

"Yes, sir."

The bald man hung up the phone.

He had his gun in his right hand, originally aimed at Gwen as she approached.

After hanging up the phone, he lowered the gun and started the car, roaring off into the distance.

Gwen watched the departing car, her expression puzzled.

She didn't chase after the car, just silently noted down the seemingly suspicious license plate.

At the Osborne Industries building, Norman Osborne held his phone, standing solemnly by the floor-to-ceiling window.

He had already learned from the bald man's subordinate about what happened to Gwen.

Clutching his phone tightly, he gazed out the window.

His reflection stared back at him in the glass.

Compared to his actual appearance, the reflection seemed more haggard and angry.

Slowly, he reached out to touch the glass where his reflection was.

Soon, he stopped, anger surging within him as he smashed his phone against the glass with a "crack."

His mental state was becoming increasingly fragile.

Another soul seemed to be growing stronger inside him.

Sometimes, it even seemed to control his actions.

He was fearful at times, afraid of what irreversible actions he might take.

Turning away, he positioned himself with his back to the sun outside the window.

The "Human Enhancement Serum" project was now a complete failure.

But he still had a chance to turn things around.

Gwen Stacy was likely Spider-Man.

Whether Spider-Man or Spider-Woman, it made no difference to him.

The Midtown High School football field massacre, the subway derailment at the New York Natural History Museum - Gwen had been present at both scenes.

And it was said that she had killed that mutant freak, Frank.

If he could obtain Gwen's blood, perhaps it could help him succeed in perfecting the "enhancement serum."

As for Gwen being Harry's classmate, that was not a concern for him.

Walking over the shattered glass on the floor, Norman approached the secret chamber, eyeing the suit of armor inside.

Developed using Vulture's flight technology, the armor was designed to help him combat powerful enemies.

With a "clang," he shattered the glass and retrieved the armor from within.

"Click!"

The glass on the ground was crushed underfoot as George Stacy looked at the now-ruined building.

The Victorian-style building seemed like it had endured a great battle, with only a few walls left standing.

"It looks like it's been through a war here."

Davoff observed everything, saying to his partner, "Last night's witnesses said they saw Spider-Man, but unfortunately, there were no surveillance cameras nearby."

George Stacy remained silent, still feeling bad about his argument with Gwen from the previous night.

Davoff noticed his partner's demeanor and asked, "You seem distracted, George. What's going on?"

"I'm thinking maybe I shouldn't have had those whiskeys and pickle juice at the cop bar last night; it only made me feel worse."

George said to Davoff, "Maybe drinking makes me more irritable, which led to the argument with Gwen."

He regretted the argument with Gwen from last night.

He even considered whether it was because he had two drinks at the cop bar before leaving.

"Come on, George, it has nothing to do with what you drank."

Davoff looked at the building in front of them and said, "Gwen is different from any other girl I know; her mindset may be too much for you to handle, and it's normal to argue with her."

George shifted the topic, saying to Davoff, "Maybe, I heard you had a car accident this morning."

Davoff nodded, "Yes, I hit a deer, but luckily I hit the brakes in time, so nothing serious happened."

George wasn't surprised, "You always see deer this time of year."

Davoff crouched down to inspect the ground for tracks, casually remarking, "Hmm, yes, normally they don't cause trouble, but during mating season, they can get restless. I've noticed these deer tend to chase people who come from Queens."

Davoff shared his observation.

"I've seen it several times; people from Queens climbing trees, yelling at a group of deer, as if the deer can smell the scent of people from there, maybe it's the smell of the new clothes they wear."

"I really hope a student studying animal husbandry in college could write a paper about this phenomenon, but I doubt anyone will. Perhaps this is just their way of chasing love."

Davoff concluded, "They just love boys from Queens, and nothing can stop them."

George: "..."

He suspected his partner was implying something about him.

Peter, that kid, is from Queens!

Is his daughter chasing after a silly deer?

George wondered, lifting his head, only to see a figure appear before him.

Tall and muscular, with a full beard, the man held a giant burger in his hand.

"Captain Castle."

Davoff greeted the bearded man.

She introduced him to George, "This is Frank Castle, who's newly assigned to our team. He should have reported to you earlier, but there was a bit of paperwork issue."

Castle set down the burger and greeted George.

From the rugged appearance and demeanor, George could tell he was a former military man.

"Captain Castle is a retired serviceman, a former Marine Corps officer with the rank of Captain. During his time in the Marines, he was awarded the Medal of Honor and the Navy Cross for his outstanding performance."

Davoff enthusiastically introduced Castle's illustrious resume.

"So, we've got a capable cop in our department."

George and Castle shook hands, genuinely saying.

Dealing with these gangs from Hell's Kitchen, especially guys like Goldman, made him feel a lot of pressure.

Now with such a big help, it relieved quite a bit of stress.

And the guy seemed to have a no-nonsense attitude.

"Thank you, I'll do my best for the department."

Castle said sternly.

As they were talking, a subordinate handed a file to George.

"The owner of this house is named Helen Nolan, and she works at..."

George paused, "Midtown High School."