Chapter 66 Little Spider's Big Adventure (Part 3)_1

In the S.H.I.E.L.D. lounge, Steve pointed to a map on the whiteboard and said, "As I've mentioned before, so-called tactical literacy is not just about having a plan in advance, but more importantly, it is about simultaneously gaining insight into the enemy's intentions, or even thinking one step ahead of their actions."

"The reason your last operation failed was partly because you didn't do this."

"You decided to climb to the rooftop first, which is fine because seizing the high ground is indeed important. However, you made a very serious mistake next."

"Firstly, you didn't figure out how many exits the building had, before recklessly rushing in."

"Secondly, when fighting inside a building, we often do not favor attacks from the upper floors. Once you start driving the enemy from above, they instinctively run down. If there's an exit on the lower floor, they can escape from the building safely."

"The correct approach is either to surround the enemy and attack from both above and below or assault from the bottom to the top gradually. If you drive the enemy from the bottom, they can only run upwards and choose either to jump out of the window or get trapped inside, incapable of using the ground-level exit to escape. Do you understand?"

Peter was writing at the coffee table and asked, "But if I break into the door, it will cause a commotion. What if they are on guard? I went in through the window to catch them off guard..."

"Your thinking is correct. Speed is crucial in close combat situation within a building. Like I just said, if you choose the bottom-to-top method, you must first be clear about the number of exits in the building and block these exits before breaking in."

"In fact, I don't recommend you to use this method. Although you have a great advantage, the enemy is fighting on their home turf and they understand the room and building structure more than you."

"Even though you caught them off guard, once you enter into an unfamiliar building, everything around is completely foreign to you. If there are any traps in the room, you may not be able to react quickly."

Peter was about to say something about his Spider-sense, but upon reflection, he realized Steve had a point. When he saw two people inside from the window, what if Bullseye had laid an ambush? When someone rushes out of nowhere, his Spider-sense can react in situ, but it is not a prophetic skill, and he certainly can't see through objects."

Peter took notes, and Steve continued, "Besides, it has been known that your adversary is a cunning scoundrel with multiple hideouts."

"You just mentioned that you think a junkyard is very suitable for a fight with him, but don't forget that he has been there far longer than you. Such a sly foe will surely have rehearsed more than a dozen escape routes."

"Even if he hadn't used tear gas on you, if you get distracted in the slightest, he will manage to escape."

Peter sighed, "I thought I had planned thoroughly, but I didn't realize I made so many mistakes. I guess I deserved to lose."

Steve walked over, sat down next to him, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "It's normal. You are extraordinarily gifted. You haven't seen those lads in the army, some of them were so scared to even parachute from high altitude, trembling on the rooftops, let alone attempt to perform a skydiving assault. You were able to do this from the beginning, which is a lot better than most of them."

Peter packed up his notebook and said, "Next time, I will make sure he doesn't get away."

An hour later, in the laboratory of Stark Building, Stark is holding an antenna and complained, "Although your method of serial connection is stable, it can't maximize the effect of the antenna..."

"Don't give me any material limitations! When I was in Afghanistan, I assembled a suit of armor with a bunch of junk. When I was six years old, I could make a computer far better than this!"

"Also, your understanding of the word intelligent in the intelligent grasping system is too superficial. Do you think an automatic screening system can be called intelligent? Why don't you try to create a complete artificial intelligence logic?"

Stark put the wires down, he snapped his fingers and a screen slowly lowered from the ceiling. Stark pointed at the map on the screen and said, "Look here, this is Hell's Kitchen, right?"

"It generally has the shape of a spindle, so your signal coverage does not have to be a perfect circle. Instead, you can use different frequencies to maximize efficiency, like this..."

"Moreover, you can find a base and set up a simple signal tower on it to monitor specific Hell's Kitchen signals..."

Peter thoughtfully used a laser pointer to point to the map of Hell's Kitchen and said, "I've found the central intersection point of Hell's Kitchen, which is the center of the underground waterway I used to commute. Can we place a signal device there? How should I do it? Even though my method is stable, it's indeed not efficient enough..."

A few hours later, when the night fell, Peter squeezed in just as Shiller was about to close the door.

"I heard that your operation did not go well." Shiller said.

Seeing the downcast nod from Peter, Shiller said, "Although you have the technology to monitor others' mobile signals, I think that might not be the best solution."

"Sure, this method is simple, crude, and effective, but the problem lies in its simplicity and roughness, which leads you to overlook many details."

"Bullseye's trace is not completely elusive as you think. You just lack a bit of investigation and counter-investigation awareness."

Peter sat on the sofa, took a sip of water, and Shiller took out his medical record book and then asked, "Do you know the place in Hell's Kitchen with the most accurate information?"

Peter shook his head.

"Tell me, what are the two things a person can't escape from?"

"Death and taxes?"

"Right, so what do you think these two points correspond to in Hell's Kitchen?"

"I haven't heard of hospitals or tax offices in Hell's Kitchen..." Peter said, shaking his head.

"You need to know that without any understanding of the rules in Hell's Kitchen, it's nearly impossible for you to successfully fight crime."

Peter said: "Alright, I actually thought about it last night. I was a bit too impulsive. Whenever I think about what happened to Matt, I wish I could beat that guy up right away."

"There might not be decent hospitals or administration offices in Hell's Kitchen, but after gang fights, gang members get injured. Wouldn't there be doctors treating them? Where do these doctors come from? Who hires them? Won't there be any special intelligence?"

"Hell's Kitchen surely doesn't have any tax offices, but the gangs collect so much protection money and have so many industries. Do you really expect these gang bosses, who haven't even finished high school, to do their own accounting?"

"Where do they hire their accountants from? When do they come? Who among them knows which gang boss? Maybe they happened to meet the person you're looking for not too long ago?"

"What about the truck drivers who shuttle through the streets of Hell's Kitchen every day? Taxi and bus drivers?"

"Even if they are gang members, they have to eat. Where does Bullseye order his meals from? Has he hired any cooks recently? Even further, has he been to any strip clubs? Or hired prostitutes?"

With his finger on the map that Peter spread open, Shiller said: "If a person lives in this world, they can't possibly leave no trace."

"If a person survives in society, they must inevitably intersect with other people in that society."

"Perhaps you imagine that investigation involves using a magnifying glass to look for footprints everywhere or you must find some physical trace left by them to discover something."

"But in reality, every person they have met, every word they have said, leaves a trace, more or less."

Shiller shook his head and said: "This Bullseye is not some kind of anti-surveillance master. If you're willing to spend more patience investigating these things, you might not even need to fight him."

"Investigation is not just the prelude to combat, it's also a requiem for peace."

"If one day, you can truly master this technique, you will understand that to deal with these criminals, you don't have to expend physical energy throwing punches."

"And I'm not talking about using anesthetics or putting drugs into drinks or poison into food."

"If you can understand all of a person's social connections, understand every trace they have left in society, you can find countless ways to leverage them, achieving a lot from a small action."

"You don't have to sever any string; you can neatly untangle all the complicated knot and tie it the way you want."

This time Peter did not write or draw in his notebook. He said, "I don't quite understand these things, but maybe one day when I use them, I'll remember."

"Actually, I still prefer to throw my fists. I feel that when I use these methods, things have probably already gotten very bad." In the end, accompanied by the sound of the clinic's shutter door closing, Peter said.

Two days later, a man with a target mark on his head was thrown at the doorstep of the Manhattan Police Department.

On the roof of the building across, Spider Man stood there, watching as the police took Bullseye inside. People hurriedly passed by on the bustling New York streets, and this small incident caught the attention of many passersby, but soon, they lowered their heads and continued on their way.

"You surprised me." The voice of Matt came from behind Spider Man, saying with his cane in hand, "You managed to take down Kingpin's biggest informant in Hell's Kitchen in only a few days. How did you do it?"

Peter stood at the edge of the roof, hearing Matt's voice, he turned around.

He took off his battlesuit hood, his loose hair fluttering in the sunset light behind him, turning into fine threads of floating gold. He laughed, carrying the unique innocence and cheerfulness of his age.

He said, "That's probably because, I'm just really good at making friends."