Chapter 52: What to Do?

New York Police Department.

Peter followed the policeman inside.

As he was about to step out, he bumped into Matt Murdock, who was wearing sunglasses.

Matt and his bald henchmen had just finished talking with George Stacy and were about to leave.

As soon as he stepped out, he felt the same aura he had encountered at the hospital.

A faint but chilling atmosphere, particularly sensitive to someone like him who was blind but had other remarkable senses.

"You're Peter Parker, right?" Matt walked up to Peter and asked.

He had learned Peter's name while observing the commotion at the hospital.

Peter, stopped by him, looked up at the disabled man in front of him.

He remembered this guy seemed to be called Matt Murdock, the lawyer from Hell's Kitchen, also known as Daredevil, a fairly popular superhero.

"Do you need help?" Peter frowned and asked him.

He generally didn't hesitate to offer help to those in need, whether they were elderly, weak, or disabled.

The reason he ended up in this world was helping an old lady cross the street.

Although neither of them had a happy ending, it didn't mean he hadn't done a good deed.

"No, I just want to get to know Mr. Parker." Matt approached Peter and said.

Having investigated, Matt knew Peter was a friend of Gwen Stacy.

Combined with the strength Peter displayed and the intimidating aura that made him wary, Matt was deeply curious about Peter.

"I'm a lawyer, and I heard the story of your heroism at the hospital. If you need help, maybe I can assist." Matt pulled out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Peter.

And he extended his other hand to shake Peter's hand.

Peter looked at him deeply and shook his hand.

"Why are you trembling, Mr. Matt?" Peter shook his hand and asked.

Matt's forehead sweated lightly, and his arm trembled slightly.

"Perhaps you need to see a doctor. I know some good ones who might be able to help you." After casually saying this, Peter didn't pursue further, he let go of Matt's hand and walked straight into the police station.

Standing at the entrance of the police station, Matt slowly raised his hand, which was slightly deformed by Peter's grip, and made a hissing sound with his mouth.

"Damn it!"

Swinging his palm, Matt cursed, "This bastard almost broke my bones."

Taking a few deep breaths and suppressing the pain, he turned to his henchmen and asked, "Dan Stein is dead, right?"

"Yes, he died yesterday."

Dan, who was being autopsied by Strange, used to be a member of his employer's gang.

As for why he cared about the cause of death, it was because the Jason he interrogated today had once handed over some goods to Dan.

These goods were not ordinary drugs or other illicit substances.

Matt took out a small transparent glass bottle the size of a perfume bottle from his pocket, inside which wafted pink smoke.

"This is the boss's merchandise. It can make a person become someone else, completely releasing their inner desires."

Shaking his head, he casually put the glass bottle back into his pocket.

"Inducing desires in people's hearts? Does that count as being a devil?"

Inside the police station, Peter hadn't had a chance to chat with the policeman.

George Stacy walked towards him.

"Peter, let's talk first."

Peter sat across from the police chief in George's office.

The chief, who looked different from usual, sternly said to Peter, "Kid, I don't know how many secrets you're hiding, but the only thing you can do now is to stay away from Gwen."

Peter frowned at George, who seemed to be suffering from mania, and shook his head. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"No! You do know, you know better than anyone what I'm talking about, Peter. The tragedy on the Midtown High School football field is related to you!"

George walked up to him, grabbed Peter's collar, lifted him up, and yelled at him:

"Do you think no one would notice what you did? I covered up everything for you. You hid behind and pushed Gwen out. You made everyone believe it was Gwen who killed Frank!"

"If anything happens to Gwen, I'll kill you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door was suddenly pushed open, and the assistant, shocked by the scene, stood at the door.

Seeing the chief's expression as if he was going to eat someone, the assistant swallowed and said, "Sorry, sir, I just wanted to ask..."

Before he could finish his sentence, George grabbed the cup in his hand and smashed it at him.

"Get out!"

The assistant, who almost got hit, hurriedly retreated from the chief's office.

He couldn't understand how the usually gentle and refined chief could look like a completely different person today.

"This isn't you, Chief. You seem to be in a frenzy, saying crazy things."

Being grabbed by his clothes, Peter remained unusually calm.

George Stacy, with bloodshot eyes, looked like he wanted to devour Peter.

"Is that so? Even if this is the real me, Chief, what you said is still wrong."

Peter said indifferently, "Gwen has her own thoughts, you can't control her. And you think I put her in danger. No, you're wrong. You are the biggest culprit!"

George looked at him in shock, "What are you saying?!"

"When Gwen was eight, you were already teaching her how to hide her tracks and how to subdue those villains."

Peter waved his hand, effortlessly pushing George's grip away.

"It was you who instilled those responsibilities and protection into her mind for a long time. You've been telling her that protecting this city is everyone's duty. If what you've been teaching her all along is wrong, then Gwen may never know what's right in the future."

Peter's words stunned George.

Feelings of shame and shock filled his mind.

But soon anger surged up, how dare this bastard speak to him like this?!

His eyes bloodshot, he suddenly stood up and picked up the gun from the table, aiming it at Peter.

On the other side.

Gwen had no idea about the confrontation between her father and Peter.

She was originally at home making a web shooter.

After making some adhesive solution and combining it with the white web-like substance she shot onto the wall last time, she made the solution for the web shooter.

After trying for a long time, she found that she couldn't shoot webs like Spider-Man.

At most, her wrist could shoot out a sticky substance, far from having the same web-slinging ability as Spider-Man.

So she could only make a web shooter herself to imitate Spider-Man's swinging abilities.

After putting down her phone, taking off her glasses, Gwen changed into a hoodie and quickly headed to the police station.

Peter being brought to the police station made her worried.

*Dong! Dong! Dong!*

After running a few steps, her figure appeared in the room again.

*Crack!* The sound of the web shooter being taken away by her.

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