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However, facing the thugs' threats, Gwen, who was used to grander scenes, didn't bat an eye.
The corner of her mouth under the mask curled slightly, and she couldn't help but tease, pointing at the masks on the faces of the four people opposite her: "Hey, I heard you guys are the Avengers..."
"Aren't you usually self-proclaimed heroes? How did you stoop to such despicable acts?"
"I finally understand a bit now why Homelander hates you so much... You both do bad things, but he's always the one who gets blamed!"
"Swish—"
As she spoke, Gwen raised her hand and shot out a web, precisely sticking to the shotgun in the hand of the Thor mask-wearing man opposite her, then sharply tugged it aside.
The shotgun was immediately yanked out of the Thor mask-wearing man's hand by a huge force, hitting the Iron Man mask-wearing man's face beside him and knocking him to the ground.
The Iron Man mask-wearing man let out a scream and struggled painfully on the ground.
"Bang—"
Then Gwen kicked out, sending the Thor mask-wearing man, who was about to pick up the gun, flying, "Thor? Tony Stark? I finally get to see the 'Zhenren (Immortal)' of you guys this time!"
Then she looked at the other two thugs not far away, who were still busy stuffing money from the ATM into their backpacks, and said:
"And Hulk, and Captain America... I originally thought you yourselves would be a bit more handsome?"
"However..."
Gwen looked at the Iron Man mask-wearing man, who was struggling to get up from the ground, his eyes full of ferocity, and then continuously threw punches at her like a raging bull, while nimbly dodging his attacks and continuing to tease, "Iron Man, why are you here too?"
She lightly dodged a straight punch, "You're a billionaire, even if you robbed all the money from all the ATMs in this self-service bank, it probably wouldn't be enough for a fraction of your Bugatti Veyron, right?!"
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But teasing was teasing, Gwen's actions didn't stop for a moment.
After easily dodging the Iron Man mask-wearing man's continuous jab attacks, she suddenly reached out, grabbed his collar, and the masked man's body instantly became suspended, his feet flailing wildly, but he was powerless to break free.
"Swish—"
Gwen exerted force with her arm, throwing him like a sandbag onto the Hulk mask-wearing man who was preparing to ambush with a laser cutter behind him.
With a muffled 'bang', both men were sent sprawling, and the laser cutter in their hands clattered to the ground.
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However, just as Gwen was about to use her web to tie up these four petty thieves, another man wearing a Captain America mask, a fierce look flashing in his eyes, suddenly aimed the anti-gravity weapon in his hand at her.
"Buzz buzz—"
A blue tractor beam immediately enveloped Gwen's entire body, and a powerful force dragged her into mid-air.
"Wow, this feeling is really strange?!"
Gwen didn't feel scared; she just felt her body suddenly become light, as if she had lost all weight, like being thrown into zero-gravity space, her body swaying uncontrollably.
But before she could figure out this strange feeling, she was directly thrown backward, her body tracing an arc in the air.
"Hey, can you tell me what kind of new weapon you're holding?"
Gwen adjusted her posture in mid-air, and with her extraordinary sense of balance, she nimbly rolled in the air, then used the [electrostatic adsorption field] on her palms to firmly adhere to the ceiling, successfully stabilizing herself.
However, she secretly became vigilant, clearly the weapon in the opponent's hand was more dangerous than she had imagined.
"But then again... shouldn't high-tech weapons like this be used by Iron Man?!"
Facing the blue anti-gravity wave that struck again, Gwen moved nimbly to dodge within the limited space of the self-service bank.
Her figure was like a ghost, leaping back and forth between the walls and the ceiling.
Then, seizing an opportunity, she suddenly shot out a web, which, like a silver lightning bolt, stuck to the chest of the Iron Man mask-wearing man who had just stood up behind her, and then she pulled hard with her arm.
"Bang—"
The unprepared Captain America mask-wearing man was immediately knocked to the ground, and the anti-gravity weapon in his hand rolled away.
"Swish swish swish—"
Gwen shot out several tough webs in succession, and these webs, like strong steel ropes, stuck the four masked men, who were attempting to continue resisting, to the walls and floor.
No matter how hard they struggled, they still couldn't break free from the webs' restraints.
"Alright, everyone, let's end it here... I think tomorrow morning's front page headline of The Daily Bugle will definitely be 'Spider-Man vs. Avengers', right?!"
Gwen said playfully, then picked up the 'anti-gravity gun' from the ground and looked at it, her gaze falling on the thug wearing the Iron Man mask, a hint of scrutiny in her eyes, and asked: "Tell me, where did thugs like you get this kind of high-tech weapon?"
The Iron Man mask-wearing man, scared into submission, turned pale and stammered, "We... we bought these two weapons from a guy named Vulture, but we don't know his real identity."
Who is Vulture?
"Where can I find him... the 'Vulture' you're talking about?"
Gwen frowned, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes.
Because she had never heard of Vulture in Queens before?
Could he be new?
"If you're lucky, you might run into him or his subordinates near the abandoned factory by the docks tonight; they've always liked to conduct weapon deals there..."
After a slight hesitation, the Iron Man mask-wearing man cautiously added, "But I advise you not to go looking for trouble there. Those people are very fierce, especially that Vulture. I heard that a gang once tried to renege on their payment after taking his weapons, and in the end, the entire gang was wiped out by him alone."
Gwen looked at the other person with a strange expression, thinking: I didn't realize you were so kind?
However, she had no intention of letting it go.
Because this new type of high-tech weapon was simply too dangerous.
If it were used by criminals on innocent civilians, the consequences would be unimaginable!
Gwen would absolutely not allow such dangerous weapons to appear on her doorstep.
Woo-wahhh~~ Woo-wahhh~~
Police lights flashed in the distance, and sirens blared loudly.
Several police cars were speeding towards them.
Seeing this, Gwen no longer paid attention to the four thugs, leaping up, her figure like a white lightning bolt, disappearing quickly into the dark night within a few bounds.
A few minutes later.
Sheriff Frank Castle directed a group of police officers to escort the four thugs into the police car, looking at the cutting marks all over the self-service bank's walls, as well as the various tools scattered on the ground and the torn-out ATM parts, and sighed helplessly:
"The public safety in Queens has been getting worse recently... But thanks to you, Gwen!!"
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A certain dock in Queens.
The night docks were filled with a damp, chilling atmosphere, and the sea breeze gently blew, rustling through the trees in front of the abandoned factory.
In front of the abandoned factory, a black sedan was parked diagonally at the intersection, its body gleaming with a cold luster under the moonlight.
In the driver's seat sat a young Pirate man in a black T-shirt, dressed in a very hip-hop style.
His fingers impatiently drummed on the steering wheel, and he occasionally glanced at the large gold watch on his wrist, his dark face filled with anxiety and impatience, and his eyes revealing a hint of unease, as the agreed-upon transaction time had already passed by several minutes.
Those guys aren't going to show up, are they?
Fortunately, his worries did not come to pass.
Soon, a white van slowly drove from the opposite direction, its muffled engine breaking the silence of the night.
Finally, the van stopped less than five meters away from him.
"Hey, buddy, you're late!"
The hip-hop Pirate pushed open the car door and walked over, his left hand on his hip, his right arm resting on the fully lowered car window, and he leaned slightly to look at the two middle-aged men, one black and one white, inside the van, complaining with a hint of dissatisfaction:
"I waited here for you for a full 9 minutes. If you didn't show up in another minute, I was really going to leave..."
"Haha, sorry, brother, there was a bit of traffic!"
The bald Pirate driving shrugged apologetically, forcing a smile, and chuckled reassuringly:
"Don't worry, we won't let you wait for nothing. How about a discount later..."
With that, without waiting for the hip-hop Pirate outside the car to reply, he pointed to the back of the car compartment and at the same time said to the White man sitting in the passenger seat:
"Jackson, go show our client those high-tech toys!"
The man named Jackson chuckled wickedly as he got out of the car, then went to the back and opened the compartment, which was filled with various oddly shaped weapons.
Jackson selected an 'energy gun' from the many weapons, its design somewhat resembling a modified AR assault rifle, and showed it off to the young hip-hop Pirate behind him:
"Brother, look at this big guy, its power is super strong!"
The hip-hop Pirate glanced at the gun, a hint of curiosity in his eyes, and nodded doubtfully: "Then let's test its power first?"
Jackson didn't waste any words, immediately aimed at an abandoned car in the bushes a dozen meters away and pulled the trigger.
"Boom...!"
After a brief charge, a purple energy projectile whistled out like a cannonball, directly blasting a crater more than half a meter deep in the area where the abandoned car was located.
Dust flew, and the grass within five meters around the crater was completely ignited and scorched by the heatwave, making crackling sounds.
"Oh, ho, see that? This is what we recovered from the Battle of New York..."
Jackson excitedly shook the energy gun in his hand, a smug, wicked grin on his face, "They're all new guys modified from weapons left behind by those Chitauri monsters."
But before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the bald Pirate inside the car, who said unpleasantly, "Alright, Jackson, we're here to make a deal, not to give a science lesson..."
A hint of vigilance and worry showed in his eyes, "Also, you just fired wildly in the wilderness; be careful if the boss finds out, he'll deal with you."
"What's the big deal? Didn't he tell us to sell these goods?!" Jackson said indifferently, a hint of disdain on his face.
"Did you forget, there's also a prefix, and that is... sell low-key!" The bald Pirate earnestly persuaded:
"Only then can we survive long-term, otherwise, if we attract Damage Control or the Avengers because of this, we'll all be finished."
"Tch! A bunch of cowards!!"
Jackson pouted at this, though there was disdain in his eyes, he still obediently shut his mouth and pushed the 'energy gun' in his hand towards the hip-hop Pirate opposite him, who was completely stunned, "Here, try it yourself..."
"No, no, no."
The hip-hop Pirate, who had come to his senses, quickly waved his hands, shaking his head like a rattle, his face full of fear, "Hey, man, I... I just want to buy some low-key stuff. Why are you selling me these high-end goods? I don't want to rob a bank?!"
"Alright."
Seeing that the other party was just a third-rate lowlife with no ambition and little courage, Jackson's enthusiasm immediately diminished by half, but he still turned around, rummaging through the car compartment while introducing the items to him in detail, as if counting his family's treasures:
"No matter what you want, we definitely have something that meets your requirements... After all, this time we've brought a bunch of good stuff: 'pulse cutters' and 'anti-gravity guns' specifically for robbing ATMs, as well as 'magnetic pulse grenades', 'Chitauri railguns', 'anti-gravity climbers'..."
Just as Jackson was rambling on, introducing the categories of weapons in the compartment to the hip-hop Black man, the bald Pirate who was driving also pushed open the car door and got out, smiling as he reassured him: "Young man, times have changed. Nowadays, in all of New York, only we have the capability to sell these high-tech weapons."
"I know, but..." The hip-hop Pirate's face was full of helplessness, and he explained with great difficulty: "I actually just wanted to buy some stuff for mugging, I really didn't intend to send those robbery victims to heaven for reincarnation."
As he spoke, the hip-hop Pirate helplessly gestured towards the smoking crater in the distance, indicating to the other party that such powerful firepower was truly not something a small fry like himself deserved to possess.
After all, he didn't want to get into big trouble because of it, and even less did he want to be targeted by those superheroes in New York!