The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

In the S.H.I.E.L.D. lounge, Steve pointed to a picture on the whiteboard and said, "As I said before, the so-called tactical literacy is not only about arranging the battle plan in advance, but more importantly, it is also about knowing the enemy simultaneously. intentions, and even thought of his course of action one step earlier than him."

"The reason why your last battle failed is also because you didn't do this."

"You chose to climb to the top of the building first, which is not bad. Seizing the commanding heights is indeed very important, but then you made a fatal mistake."

"First, you didn't find out how many exits there are in this house, so you rushed in recklessly."

"Second, when fighting inside a building, we often don't recommend using high-level raids. Once you drive the enemy away from a high place, he will instinctively run down. If there is an exit from the lower level, then he can be safe. leave the building."

"The correct approach is to either encircle and fight from top to bottom, or to raid layer by layer from the bottom up. If you drive the enemy from the bottom layer, then he can only run up, and then choose to jump out of the window or be trapped indoors, and cannot take advantage of it." Leave the ground exit, do you understand?"

Peter was on the coffee table in front, writing while asking: "But if I break the door, there will be noise. What if they are alert? I go in through the window just to catch them off guard..."

"Your thinking is right. The most important thing in a raid operation in a building is speed. As I said just now, if you want to use the method of driving from the bottom up, you must first figure out how many people there are in this building." Exit, block the exit before doing anything, and then break in through the window."

"Actually, I don't recommend you to use this method. Although you have unique conditions, the opponent is fighting at his own home court. He has a deeper understanding of the room and building structure than you."

"Although you caught them by surprise, you suddenly entered a strange building. The surrounding environment is completely unfamiliar to you. Once there are any traps in the room, you may not be able to react quickly."

Peter just wanted to say that he has a spider sense, but after thinking about it, what Steve said made sense, although he saw two people in the room when he was hanging on the window, but in case there was an ambush by Bullseye, he would fall Cup, what should I do if dozens of big men rushed out of nowhere? His spider sense was okay on the spot, but it wasn't a prophecy, let alone see through.

As Peter scribbled and drew in his notebook, Steve continued, "Besides, you already know that your opponent is a cunning villain."

"You just said that you think the junkyard is very suitable for you to fight with him, but don't forget that he has stayed there much longer than you. This kind of cunning enemy must have been rehearsed in his mind There are more than a dozen escape routes."

"Even if he didn't use tear gas on you, as long as you are distracted, he will definitely run away."

Peter sighed and said, "I thought my plan was very thorough, but I didn't expect there to be so many mistakes. It seems that I really deserved to lose."

Steve came over and sat next to him, patted his shoulder and said, "It's normal, you're already very talented, you haven't seen those boys in the army who didn't even dare to make rapid descents from high altitudes. Your legs were trembling with fear on the top of the building, let alone an airborne raid, and you can do this from the beginning, which is already much better than most of them."

Peter put away his notebook and said, "Next time I will definitely not let him get away."

An hour later, in the laboratory of the Stark Building, Stark was holding an antenna and said, "Although the series connection method you use is stable, it is completely unable to maximize the effectiveness of the antenna..."

"Don't talk to me about the raw material restrictions! Didn't I still use a bunch of scrap metal to make mechs when I was in Afghanistan? When I was 6 years old, I could make a computer that is much more powerful than yours!"

"Also, your understanding of the word intelligence of the intelligent crawling system is too superficial. You think writing an automatic screening system is called intelligence? Why don't you try to write a complete artificial intelligence logic?"

Stark put down the wire, he snapped his fingers, and a screen slowly descended from the roof. Stark pointed to the map on it and said, "Look here, this is Hell's Kitchen, right?"

"It presents a spindle shape as a whole, so your signal coverage can be completely different from a perfect circle, and use different wave frequencies to maximize efficiency, like this..."

"In addition, you can find a stronghold and build a simple signal tower on it to monitor the designated Hell's Kitchen signal..."

Peter thoughtfully pointed at the map of Hell's Kitchen with a laser pointer, and said: "I have found the central meeting point of Hell's Kitchen, which is the center of the underground waterway I used to travel before. Can a signal device be placed there? What method should I adopt? I think the method I am using now is stable, but it is not efficient enough..."

A few hours later, when it was dark, Schiller was about to close the door when Peter squeezed in through the crack of the door.

"I heard your operation was not going well," Schiller said.

Seeing Peter nodded in frustration, Schiller said, "Although you have the technology to monitor other people's mobile phone signals, I think this is actually not the best way."

"It is true that this method is simple and crude and effective, but the problem is that it is too simple and crude, which makes you ignore many details."

"The bullseye's trace is not as completely untraceable as you think, you just lack a little awareness of detection and counter-detection."

Peter sat down on the couch, took a sip of water, and Schiller pulled out his medical records, and said, "Do you know where the best-informed place in Hell's Kitchen is?"

Peter shook his head.

"Let me ask you, what are the two things that people cannot escape?"

"Death and taxes?"

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

"I haven't heard of a hospital in Hell's Kitchen, or the Tax Administration..." Peter shook his head.

"You have to realize that without any knowledge of the rules of Hell's Kitchen, it's almost impossible to successfully fight crime."

Peter said: "Well, I actually thought about it last night. I was a little too impulsive. When I thought about what happened to Matt, I wanted to beat that guy right away."

"Hell's Kitchen does not have a decent hospital or management authority, but after the gangsters here are merged, the gangsters will also be injured. Will there be doctors to treat them after the injuries? Where do these doctors come from? Who are they employed? Will they be injured? Will there be any special information?"

"It's true that Hell's Kitchen doesn't have a tax bureau, but the gangsters have collected so much protection money and have so many industries. Do you expect these gangsters who haven't graduated from junior high school to settle their own accounts?"

"Where did they hire their accountant? When will they come? Who among them knows which gang boss? Did they meet the person you're looking for not long ago?"

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

"Even if they're gangsters, they always have to eat. Where did Bullseye order it from? Has he hired a chef lately? What's more, has he been to any strip club? Or hooked up?"

Schiller pointed at Peter's opened map and said, "It is absolutely impossible for a human being to live in this world without traces."

"If a person in a society survives in the society, he must intersect with other people in the society."

"Maybe, the investigation you imagined is looking for footprints with a magnifying glass, or you have to leave some physical traces before you can find anything."

"But in fact, everyone he has met and every word he has said has more or less left traces."

Schiller shook his head and said, "This Bullseye is not a master of anti-reconnaissance. If you are willing to show more patience to investigate these things, you don't even need to fight him."

"Reconnaissance is not the prelude to battle, but also the elegy of requiem."

"If one day, you can really master this technology, you will understand that you don't have to expend your energy and punch your fists to deal with these criminals."

"I'm not referring to the use of narcotics, or petty tricks like drugging wine or food."

"If you can figure out all of a person's social relationships and understand every trace he has left in society, you will be able to find countless ways to use strength to make big gains from these relationships."

"You don't have to cut any thread, you can deftly disassemble all the intricate thread balls, and then tie them into the shape you want."

Peter did not write or draw in the notebook this time. He said: "I can't quite understand these, but maybe one day when I use it, I will remember it."

"Actually, I still prefer to swing my fists. I always feel that when I use these methods, the situation must have gone to hell." Finally, with the sound of the clinic's rolling shutters falling, Peter said.

Two days later, a man with target marks on his head was dumped at the gate of a Manhattan police station.

On the roof of the opposite building, Spider-Man was standing there, watching the police take Bullseye in. The streets of New York at dusk were still bustling. walked over.

"You surprised me." Matt's voice came from behind Spider-Man, and he said with a cane: "It took only a few days to abolish Jin and the biggest eyeliner in Hell's Kitchen, how did you Did it?"

Peter was standing on the edge of the roof, and he turned around when he heard Matt's voice.

He took off the hood of his battle suit, and the fluttering broken hair turned into floating golden threads in the light of the setting sun behind him. He smiled, with the childishness and heartiness unique to this age.

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