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The fat boss lowered his head, his eyes rolling around in his sockets, and he wailed and begged for mercy:

"I was wrong! I know I was wrong... Please, please let me deliver this box of money.

Otherwise, Jin Bing will really kill me, kill my daughter. My poor daughter is only two years old now. She is still so young, she can’t live without a father…”

He begged with his mouth, kneeling on the ground with his legs rubbing straight forward. Although the friction of his broken leg was so painful that he was sweating profusely, even so, he wanted to go forward and hug Gwen's thighs, and cry further to pray for Gwen's forgiveness.

"Let me go, let me send the money over, and I will immediately surrender to the police... Please, Ghost Spider, otherwise my wife and daughter will be dead..."

Gwen stepped away with disgust, frowned as she looked at the fat boss in front of her who was crying and snotting, and couldn't help feeling a little hesitant.

"Heh~" Charlotte sneered, stepped forward and kicked the fat boss away, shot a cold look at the fat boss, and asked:

"Is this your reason for shooting someone? Stop kidding, are you kidding me?

If you just wanted to deliver the box of money, why would you shoot in the street? If you just wanted to save your wife and daughter, why would you rush to deliver it in person?

Or are you covering up something? Are you killing people to silence them?"

Charlotte's words made the fat boss tremble all over. His face turned pale instantly, and his lips trembled as he said:

"Because...because..."

Charlotte continued to ask expressionlessly:

"Also, the burly man in the underground courier you called got into a vintage car by mistake. That car was similar in style to the one you got into later. Was it a coincidence that you both wanted to get into the same car?"

The pale-faced fat boss had obviously thought of something. He straightened his upper body, afraid that the two would not believe him, and looked into the eyes on Gwen's mask, and answered seriously:

"I shot him because he broke my leg. I saw him and I was so emotional that I couldn't help myself.

I was in a hurry to deliver the money because if I went too late, Jin Bing would really kill people! As for the underground courier... I have a long-term delivery business with this courier, but the courier often changes vehicles..."

Listening to the fat boss's explanation, Charlotte raised his eyebrows, then sneered and said:

"Well, let the courier complete your task this time. You just stay here and sit in jail. As long as the money is delivered, isn't that enough?"

"No, no, no..." The fat boss waved his hands repeatedly.

"This is against the rules, or... it's better for me to deliver it myself. I'm afraid he'll run away. If that happens, everything will be over."

Frank wanted to get out of this shithole as soon as possible, so he also spoke seriously:

"For a long time, I was the only one delivering the goods. But in the last three months, the amount of goods increased. The boss didn't trust me, so he arranged another person in my car, who was the assistant he just beat to death.

It's just a matter of getting the goods delivered, which is easy, and I have no problem with that."

The fat boss' expression froze on his face. He didn't expect Frank to ruin his plan. Frank took money from him, and when accumulated, it was not a small amount.

Looking at the fat boss's expression, Gwen was more certain that the fat boss just wanted to run away, and there was definitely something wrong with him.

So, Gwen nodded and said:

"Then let the courier deliver it. I think this matter really has nothing to do with him."

Gwen turned to look at Charlotte and asked:

"Spider-Man, what do you think?"

Charlotte held his head high and said in a heroic and confident tone:

"Sir, I think there must be something strange!"

Gwen had a blank expression on her face. It’s the same as if you didn’t say anything!

Frank gritted his teeth and spoke again:

"I will definitely deliver this shipment. You don't have to worry about me running away. After all, no one wants to offend both Spider-Man and the New York Mafia at the same time. If you need me, I can come back after the shipment is delivered!

Or... go directly to the police station as a witness!"

Frank took the risk, even though it would be difficult for him to escape the label of accomplice.

You need to manage your relationships well and find a better lawyer for yourself.

"Okay, let's do it." Listening to the sirens getting louder and louder, Gwen nodded at Frank.

Frank no longer hesitated. He glared at the fat boss, picked up the suitcase on the ground, stuffed it into the passenger seat, fastened his seat belt, started the car, and rushed out quickly.

The fat boss looked even uglier as he watched this scene, muttering to himself:

"It's over, it's over, everything is over..."

Looking at the approaching police car, Gwen had no good feelings towards the miserable fat boss on the ground and said:

"Of course it's all over, get ready to go to jail, you bastard!"

She still didn't get her money back, but things had come to this point and there was nothing she could do to save the situation.

Hearing Gwen's words, the fat boss's expression changed rapidly. He became extremely furious again, his face flushed, he gasped heavily, and swung his fist to attack Gwen:

"Ghost Spider! This is all your fault! This is all your fault! It's you who had that damn fight, and it's you who messed up the whole plan.

I want you to die--!"

Facing the fat boss attacking her, Gwen easily dodged by moving to the side.

Then she raised her slender thigh and swung it out like a crescent moon, drawing an arc under the night sky, and kicked the fat boss hard in the waist. Although there was not much power, it still swept the fat boss away and he fell to the ground.

Soon, three police cars stopped very close to the fat boss. Hank, Brian and a strange police officer jumped out of the car and walked forward. The other police officers remained in the car on standby.

Looking at the two Spider-Men in front of him, Hank did not draw his gun, but just nodded at Charlotte and Gwen.

Hank is not as "pedantic" as George. In his opinion, Spider-Man who can help him improve his resume, not take credit, and directly solve problems, which has rapidly reduced the crime rate in New York, can be called the chosen workers. He really loves Spider-Man~

But he still couldn't climb as fast as Carter...

Fortunately, Carter left recently.

In response to Hank's kindness, Gwen nodded in a friendly manner and looked at the fat boss who was struggling on the ground and trying to escape.

The strange policeman took a few steps forward, his black leather shoes clattering on the ground, and bent down and roughly grabbed the fat boss' hair, and picked up the fat boss who was wailing on the spot.

Brian observed the fat boss's bloodstained face, frowned and recognized it for a moment, then nodded with a smile:

"Yes, it was this idiot, Flint Malco, the owner of the underground boxing ring. It was this bastard who fired the gun in the street."

I watched as the new guy dragged the fat boss into handcuffs and stuffed him into the back seat of a police car.

Hank smiled and waved his fist at the two Spider-Men.

"Well done, superheroes! That idiot Marco made me work an extra hour, but thank goodness you guys are here. How about I buy you a cup of coffee?

For all you nighttime superheroes out there, it's definitely a boost to your spirits and productivity, at least that's what I've been doing myself."

"Don't be so polite, buddy." Charlotte stepped forward, saluted gracefully, and said with a smile:

"That's what our good New York City neighbors, the devil's advocate, the rising crime star, the lovable Spider-Man should do.

As the famous spider detective Charlotte Holmes, my assistant Phantom Watson and I are willing to accept any employment to fight crime, and the amount of employment is fame. "

"Oh?" Hank's eyes were terribly bright in the dark night. He rubbed his hands, hesitated for a moment, and returned to the police car to take out a file and said:

"You're right, there really is a tricky matter. Two people stole a newly developed radiation gun from the Life Foundation. It is said that the radiation gun will directly explode non-living targets from atomic form into sand..."

Gwen and Charlotte both frowned and took a few steps forward. Charlotte took the information from Hank and looked at it with Gwen.

This weapon was once one of the research projects of the Osborn Group, and later fell into the hands of the Life Foundation. However, the Life Foundation's research is not mature, the attack range is small, and this radiation can cause irreversible damage to the human body.

Neither the person who fired the shot nor the person who was hit would be immune, the only difference was the amount of radiation exposure.

However, this weapon that can directly convert cement into sand through radiation shock made Charlotte's eyes light up. He was sure that Stark would like it.

With one shot, all of Stark's armor turned into sand. It's really exciting to think about it.

Of course, the information the two of them were holding was not complete at all, it was like a simple product manual.

Therefore, it is better to find the gun as soon as possible. After all, who knows what kind of crazy things the person who stole it will do.

Looking at the blurry photo of the suspect captured from the surveillance video, Gwen nodded at Hank and said:

"Don't worry, we will keep an eye on this matter."

Hank curled his lips excitedly when he heard Gwen's words, and after taking the information back, he secretly waved his fists twice.

Great! Spider-Man is really his chosen worker!

Why didn't his stupid partner George like them?

It must be because of jealousy!

Jealousy can completely change a person.

And God willing, I hope I can close the case by this time tomorrow.

Hank happily got into the police car, took off his police hat, turned off the police lights, said goodbye to the other two police cars, and drove towards home.

Seeing everyone leave, Gwen's whole spirit and spirit weakened. She had a sad face and lowered her head, not wanting to say a word.

After working so hard for a long time, it was all in vain.

One hundred thousand US dollars~ One hundred thousand US dollars.

How can I get you.

It’s all because of that fat guy in the underground boxing ring. If it weren’t for him, there wouldn’t be so many problems!

"G-wen--~" Charlotte stretched out her tone and said in a somewhat sarcastic tone:

"Oh my God, one of the most famous superheroes in New York, XXX, bullied poor ordinary people in an underground boxing ring. Because he didn't get a penny, he watched the man who saw through his identity die in the street, and personally sent the boxing ring owner who withheld his bonus to prison. Have you heard this interesting story? Isn't it very interesting?"

"Ah--!!" Gwen screamed as if she was activated, turned her head and said to Charlotte angrily: "I'm so annoyed!!"

"However, I now have a new way to make money~ Remember the Black Robe Patrol I told you about?" Charlotte said with a smile.

Looking at Gwen, who was angry and leaning towards him with her ears perked up, Charlotte took out a page that she had just taken from Hank's file and showed it the bounty issued by the Life Foundation.

"This is how my Black Robe Patrol makes money. Many criminals and cases have bounties on their heads."

Gwen's eyes widened, and she turned her head suddenly, looking at Charlotte with shock in her beautiful eyes.

As we all know, Spider-Man is a poor guy.

She had never thought about this kind of thing, because the criminals she caught were usually left where they were after calling the police. Thinking about it now, Gwen only felt that she had missed out on 100 million!