Chapter 52: What to do? Dad and his boyfriend are fighting.

NYPD.

Peter follows the black cop inside.

Doesn't hurt to meet Matt Murdock in sunglasses on his way out the door. Murdoch.

Matt and the bald henchman have just finished exchanging words with George. Stacy and are about to leave.

Just as he walks out, he feels the same aura he encountered last time at the hospital.

If anything, it was a biting and austere aura, which was especially acute for someone like him who was blind but had amazing other senses.

"You're ..... Peter. Parker, right?"

Matt asked as he walked up to Peter.

He had learned Peter's name during the hospital huddle.

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

I think he remembered the guy's name as Matt. Murdoch, a lawyer from Hell's Kitchen, nicknamed Nightcrawler, a popular superhero of sorts.

"Need some help?

Peter asked him with a frown.

He didn't usually begrudge his help to those old and sick people who needed it.

The reason he crossed over himself was to help the old lady with the bumper across the street.

Although both of them ended up in a bad way, it didn't mean that he hadn't done something good.

"No, I .... just want to meet Mr. Parker."

Matt had looked into it and knew that Peter was Gwen. Stacy's friend.

This, coupled with the power that the other man had shown, and the aura that had scared him, made him curious about Peter.

"I'm a lawyer by profession, and I heard the story about your bravery at the hospital, so if you need help, maybe I can help."

Matt pulled a business card from his pocket and handed it to Peter.

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

Peter gave him a deep look and shook his hand.

"Why are you trembling? Mr. Matt."

Peter asked as he shook his hand.

Matt had fine beads of sweat oozing from his head and his arms were trembling slightly.

"Maybe you need to see a doctor, I do know some good ones that might be able to help you."

After speaking in a careless tone, Peter didn't pursue the matter any further, letting go of his hand and walking directly inside the police station. Standing in the doorway of the police station, Matt slowly raised his hand, which was somewhat deformed by Peter's grip, and his mouth made a "hissing" sound.

"Damn!"

Shaking his palm, Matt let out a curse, "This asshole almost broke my bones.

Taking a few deep breaths to suppress the pain, he turned to his men and asked, "Dan. Steyn is dead, isn't he?"

"Yes, he died yesterday."

Dan, who was being autopsied by Strange, had been a gang member of his employer.

As to why he was concerned about the other man's death, the reason was that Jason, the man he was torturing today, had once given some of his shipments to Dan.

These shipments weren't just any drugs, or other banned substances.

Matt pulled a clear glass bottle the size of a bottle of perfume out of his pocket, pink smoke wafting from it.

"This is the boss's cargo, it turns one man into another, :completely releasing his inner desires.

Shaking his head, he casually put the glass bottle away in his pocket.

"Seducing the desires of one's heart? Does that count as a demon as well."

...

Inside the police station, Peter hadn't talked to the black cop yet.

George. Stacy came toward him.

"Peter, let's talk first."

Peter nodded slowly as he looked at the Lord Commissioner's face, which was a bit out of place.

Inside George's office, Peter sat in the chair across from the Director.

The director, who was a bit different from his usual self, said to Peter with a taut face: "Kid, I don't know how many secrets you are hiding in your heart, the only thing you can do now is to leave Gwen."

Peter frowned at George who seemed to be walking around constantly with some mania and shook his head, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"No! You know, you know better than anyone what I'm talking about, Peter, you had nothing to do with the tragedy on the football field at Midtown High!"

George walked up and grabbed Peter by the collar of his shirt, pulling him to his feet and yelling angrily towards him, "You thought that what you did would go unnoticed by anyone, that I was the one who covered it all up for you, that you hid behind the scenes and pushed Gwen out of the picture, that you made everyone think that Gwen killed Frank!"

"If Gwen is hurt, I will kill you!"

As soon as his words left his mouth, the door was suddenly pushed open and the aide stood stunned in the doorway as she looked at what was in front of her eyes.

"I'm sorry, sir, I meant to ask ..."

Seeing the Chief's expression that looked like he wanted to eat someone, the assistant gulped, and before he could finish his words, George grabbed the cup in his hand and slammed it at him.

"Get out!"

The assistant, who was nearly smashed, dodged away from the chief's office in a lousy manner he couldn't figure out how the usually gentle chief seemed like a different person.

"This isn't you, Chief, you look like you've descended into madness and are talking crazy."

Being grabbed by his clothes, Peter's expression remained unusually calm.

The George in front of him. Stacy looked like he had been poisoned by something, his state was obviously abnormal. The usual police chief wouldn't look like a madman suffering from mania like today.

"This is me! The unmistakably real me!"

George's eyes were bloodshot, like he was trying to swallow Peter.

"Is it? Even the real you, Sheriff, you're not right. "

Peter said lightly, "Gwen has a mind of her own, you can't sway her, and besides, you think I'm the one who put her in danger, no, you're wrong, you're the biggest culprit!"

"What did you say?!" George looked at him in shock.

"When Gwen was eight years old, you were teaching her how to hide her tracks and how to subdue the thugs."

Peter waved his hand casually and George's grip was easily swatted away.

"You were the one who put those words of duty and guardianship into her head, you were the one who told her for a long time that it was everyone's duty to guard the city, and if what you taught her was wrong for a long time, then Gwen, later on, might never know what is right.

Peter's words froze George.

Shame and shock filled his mind.

But soon anger flooded his mind, how dare this asshole talk to himself like that?!

Eyes bloodshot, he lurched to his feet and grabbed his pistol from the table and aimed it at Peter.

...

On the other side.

Gwen didn't have the slightest idea of the firefight between her father and Peter.

She was originally building a spider silk launcher at home.

Creating some sticky solution, and adding that white spiderweb-like substance that he had, last time, shot onto the wall, created the solution in the spiderweb launcher.

Gwen tried for a long time, and realized that she couldn't shoot spider silk like Spider-Man.

At best, her wrists shot out a sticky, thick substance, and she simply did not have the ability to eject spider silk like Spider-Man.

So the only way to mimic Spider-Man's swinging around like Spider-Man was to make the spider silk launcher herself. After putting down her cell phone and taking off her glasses, Gwen changed into her bodysuit and quickly rushed towards the police station Peter was being taken to the police station, and it was not something that could cause her to not be worried.

"Bam! Bam! Bam!"

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

"With a snap, the spider web launcher was taken away from her.