Chapter 420: Peter Parker, the hacker (supplement 2)
New York, JFK International Airport.
Yes, the name of this airport is to commemorate the man with great imagination. In fact, JFK Airport is just the abbreviation, and the full name is longer, which is the full name of the commander with great imagination.
This place is located in Queens and was not affected by the flames of the Battle of New York. All the buildings are in good condition.
But things are different in Manhattan on the other side of the East River. The damage caused by energy weapons can be greater than that caused by gunpowder-driven weapons. Not only are various streets severely damaged, many buildings have become dangerous buildings, and many people are even still alive today.
He was also locked in a dangerous building and was not rescued.
For American-style rescue... it can indeed be said to be archaeological rescue. Even before many people in the building were dead, people began to worship flowers and candles below to commemorate the deceased.
Gwen sat in the car and passed those streets, lamenting once again that her parents were very lucky. They were arranged by the NYPD to travel before the New York War, and they haven't come back yet.
In fact, she didn't know that even if George and Helen didn't go out, Cao Gui would arrange for them to go out.
Below the Stark Tower, a thin middle-aged man held a piece of drawing paper and marveled at the ink-and-brush drawings on it:
"The world has changed a lot. Children nowadays are drawing pictures of Spider-Man, Captain America and Iron Man... Why not the masked man? He has obviously saved New York so many times."
He was wearing work clothes and was dusty. He was a worker who was dealing with construction waste. Such workers could be seen everywhere on Manhattan.
"Uh... maybe he beat up Captain America, so the New York government won't paint him." Beside him, his co-worker scratched his head in confusion and said.
"It makes sense." The thin middle-aged man nodded: "We used to draw various animals, wild beasts, and Indians."
"Uh... you should call them Native Americans, please pay attention to the title." The worker reminded.
"Ha! I don't need votes, I'm just a worker!" The man curled his lips and said disdainfully. The word Indian has never been discriminatory. It was all caused by those damn politicians deliberately showing themselves off.
"Hey hey hey, everyone, please pay attention." At this time, a short fat woman came in with a group of people wearing suits and white safety helmets.
"In accordance with Executive Order 396b, all post-war cleanup work will be taken over by us. Thank you very much for your help."
"Who are you?" The thin middle-aged man immediately put down what he was doing and walked up to those people and asked.
"People with permission from the New York City Government." A man wearing a white safety helmet said calmly with his hands on his hips.
The yellow ones work, the red ones look, the blue ones move around, and the white ones have the final say. These people look like they have a good background at first glance.
"Hey! Hey! We have signed a contract with the city government, and you are not qualified to do this." The thin middle-aged man said angrily.
"About this...I'm sorry, the contract is void." A man wearing a white safety helmet put the contract in front of him and said calmly.
"Damn it... you're kidding me!" The thin middle-aged man threw off his helmet and punched the man in the face.
Katcha kacha!
Suddenly, several people behind him pulled out their Glock pistols and pointed their guns at the thin middle-aged man and the group of workers behind him.
His movements were quick and his reactions were sharp, so fast that the workers didn't even react.
"Put down the gun!" the short, fat middle-aged woman yelled: "You bastards, stop using your fucking gun all the time. If you have the ability, go to Wall Street and use it!"
Under the angry scolding of the short and fat woman, the men in suits slowly looked at each other and slowly put down their Glocks.
"Listen, Mr. Toombs." The short, fat middle-aged woman pointed at the thin middle-aged man and said sternly: "We are following orders. If you have any dissatisfaction, you can go to the New York City Government to deal with it. Get out of here now.
Otherwise we have the right to shoot you to death!"
The middle-aged man had a sinister look in his eyes, but he could only leave obediently. The statement that he had the right to kill was not a warning, but a fact. They might really kill people.
Not far away, Cao Gui and Gwen looked at all this and looked at each other in surprise.
"Those people in suits seem to be very special." Gwen said softly, having a rough guess in her mind.
"They should be from SHIELD," Cao Gui said. It seems that the newly appointed head of the New York branch, Agent Hill, wants to do something big.
"Mr. Toombs...?" Cao Gui touched his chin. The name sounded very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.
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The next day, in Zhongcheng High School, Cao Gui and Gwen looked at the few people in the classroom speechlessly.
What happened in New York was too great. Those who left New York before the New York War did not want to come back. Those who survived the New York War also left New York and could not come back for the time being. Not to mention the students, even the teachers were very few.
After walking around in a circle, the teacher said a few words about meeting again after a long separation and then left. There were too few people to teach. Let’s study by ourselves. It’s such a long vacation. Let’s read the books first. We don’t want to remember or recall, but just want to find out about the original time.
The feeling of being in school.
But... is it a joke to have such a long vacation? After holding the books and reading for a while, the students left their seats one after another, and the teacher was not there, so no one was paying attention for the time being.
Gwen ran to chat with Lucy. It was said that his brother committed a crime in Moscow, and his father chased him all the way, fought his way out, and then rescued him.
And Cao Gui... Harry didn't come back, and Beth didn't come back either. As soon as Gwen left his side, he was the only one left.
Of course, it's not that there are no girls coming up to strike up a conversation, but Cao Gui is not very interested. In this world, having two girlfriends is enough, not too many.
Cao Gui, who was thinking wildly, came to the corridor and looked down as usual, but Cao Gui saw a familiar figure: Peter Parker
Now there is no fat little black guy around him, nor the curly African-American female student. Instead, he is replaced by a new female student with chocolate-colored skin...well, she is still African-American.
Cao Gui frowned. The third generation spider had a strange vision. The first generation liked Mary Jane, a white girl with blond hair, blue eyes and a hot figure.
The second generation likes Gwen. Of course, Gwen likes Cao Gui. Gwen is also a blond and blue-eyed white girl with Germanic blood.
But the third generation is very strange, either African with curly hair or straight hair. Even the fat guy next to him is black.
Why are the third-generation spiders so evil?
"My dear, what are you looking at?" Gwen ran over and hugged Cao Gui's arm.
"Avenger." Cao Gui pointed to Peter Parker below, who was circling around the long-haired African-American female student.
"Oh, Liz Toombs, I know her." Gwen chuckled: "Lucy just told me about her. Her father knew Lucy's father, but she was unemployed."
"Toombs..." Cao Gui suddenly realized: "The contractor under the Stark Tower yesterday?"
"Yes, that's him." Gwen nodded and said, "His father is also an electronic engineer."
"Electronic engineer..." Cao Gui wiped his sweat. This profession is either a superhero or a super villain. It seems that he is a super villain related to Spider-Man.
"But...how did a white man have a black daughter?" Cao Gui looked at Liz Toombs below and said speechlessly. He seemed to have seen the ubiquitous political correctness in the world of black robes, and it must be good.