Chapter 29 Spider-Man's Treatment
"Hi! Guys!" Peter opened the door and saw Gwen smiling and greeting him, carrying a bag of takeout in each hand.
"I brought you Delicious Food Burger."
"Thanks, Gwen, oh, this is heavier than I thought." Peter quickly took the takeout from Gwen's hand. As soon as he took the takeout, Peter's waist bent a little. Now he couldn't lift his hand at all, and could only hang it by his shoulder.
"Forget it, strongman." Gwen looked at the embarrassed Peter, took the takeout back, and strode into the Home.
"You still need to practice more, Peter, otherwise you might not even win against Mary Jane in arm wrestling."
Peter looked at Gwen, who was carrying the takeout effortlessly, raised his arms and struck a strongman pose. Looking at his arms that barely moved, he sighed and slowly followed.
When Peter returned to the Living Room, Yang Le and Gwen were already in the Living Room, each enjoying their own portion of Delicious Food.
Peter sat down, glanced at his portion, then looked at Gwen's portion and couldn't help but say, "Gwen, has your appetite become too big?"
Gwen, who was enjoying the Delicious Food Burger, stiffened, her little brain quickly thinking of countermeasures. "Is... is it?" Gwen smiled awkwardly.
"Maybe it's because of Band training?" Yang Le said suddenly from the side.
"Right! Band!" Gwen nodded firmly. "Peter, you don't know, Band training is very physically demanding."
Seeing that Peter was still about to continue asking, Yang Le quickly changed the subject. "We're eating in the Living Room, do you want to watch something?"
Yang Le picked up the Remote Control next to him and turned on the Television. As soon as it turned on, it was broadcasting a News Program.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Daily Bugle, I am your old friend J. Jonah Jameson." J. Jonah Jameson sat behind the desk and said the opening remarks seriously.
"I heard that J. Jonah Jameson is a very mean boss. I bet it must be hard to work under him," Peter said with certainty.
'Indeed, no one should have more say in this matter than Peter Parker.' Yang Le ate his Burger silently, watching Peter, who didn't know J. Jonah Jameson, complain about J. Jonah Jameson's meanness. This Feeling was really subtle.
"Recently, a Cult has appeared in New York. This kind of Cult specializes in deceiving teenagers into joining."
"Only targeting teenagers, such a despicable Cult." Gwen frowned and said disgustedly.
Yang Le on the side also nodded in agreement, and said hatefully, "I don't know who the leader of this organization is. If I knew, I would hang him on a lamppost."
"The members of these organizations call themselves Fourarms Fan Club."
"Pfft!"
"Cough cough cough!"
"Are you guys okay?" Peter looked at Yang Le and Gwen, who choked at the same Time, worriedly.
"It's okay, I just choked on Cola."
"I'm also fine, I was just startled by Habby."
The two with subtle expressions glanced at each other secretly, and then silently cleaned up the dirty table at the same Time.
Peter looked at the synchronized two people suspiciously, and at the same Time became more certain in his heart that these two must be together.
'The Cult leader is actually myself? How come I don't know?' Yang Le felt his brain was a bit overwhelmed, and could only patiently continue watching.
On the Television, J. Jonah Jameson's Figure faded away, and a Video Recording began to play. In the Video Recording, a reporter was guiding the camera to film a group of teenagers wearing T-shirt printed with Fourarms images. They were gathered together as if discussing something. The reporter in the Video Recording also selected a boy to Inquire.
Reporter: "May I Inquire, who are you and what are you doing here?"
Boy: "We are the Fourarms Fan Club. Today is our club's first activity."
Reporter: "May I Inquire what kind of activity?"
Boy: "Activities about wrestling, like WWE."
Reporter: "Wrestling? You guys?"
Boy: "That's right, actually not just wrestling, we also do activities to strengthen our physique. This is also the purpose of our club, to learn from the powerful Fourarms."
Reporter: "Excuse me for speaking frankly, are you worshiping that guy? That Four-Armed Monster?"
Boy: "FKY! How dare you say that about him! Guys, this guy is insulting our idol!"
After a burst of angry scolding, the Video Recording ended, and then the screen returned to J. Jonah Jameson. As expected by Yang Le, J. Jonah Jameson began to criticize Fourarms and the club.
"This is simply brainwashing! That red-skinned Four-Armed Tyrant is brainwashing these poor teenagers, making them attack their own compatriots. We should find that guy and kill it! It's simply..."
The Television suddenly went black, J. Jonah Jameson's roar stopped abruptly, and Peter and Gwen looked at Yang Le who was holding the Remote Control at the same Time.
"He's too noisy, isn't he?" Yang Le pretended to be nonchalant, put down the Remote Control in his hand. But if you looked closely, you could see that he was already sweating profusely.
'So this is how Spider-Man feels.' Yang Le wiped the sweat from his forehead silently. J. Jonah Jameson's mouth is indeed well-deservedly famous.
"Speaking of that Fourarms, I actually want to say thank you to him. If it weren't for him, I should have already died," Peter said with emotion. Suddenly Peter seemed to think of something and asked Gwen.
"By the way Gwen, isn't your dad investigating Fourarms? Is there any progress?"
Gwen, who was suddenly asked, first swallowed the Burger in her mouth before saying, "No progress. My dad hasn't mentioned this matter much recently, but he seems to have found out some information about that terrorist."
"What terrorist?" Yang Le asked curiously.
"It's the one who attacked the Jewelry Store a month ago." Gwen crumpled the Burger paper in her hand into a ball and threw it into the Garbage can. After thinking for a moment, she continued.
"I also overheard it. When my dad was on the Phone with someone, he said that the terrorist seemed to have been rescued by people from some Gang. I didn't hear clearly what Gang it was, but it seems to be very involved. I've never seen my dad's face so ugly."
"If it's very involved, will George Stacy be in danger?" Yang Le was a little worried. After all, it's a terrorist organization in American comics, so it's impossible not to worry.
Gwen said angrily, "I also told him not to investigate, but he scolded me severely, and I have no way."
Peter comforted her from the side, "It's okay, George Stacy has always been working on the front lines. 'Battle-hardened' describes him perfectly. Besides, in this society, no Gang dares to kill Police."
"I hope so." Facing Peter's comfort, Gwen could only choose to believe.
---Divider Line---
"Boss, you called for me?"
"I need you to do something." Matt Murdock placed a Photo on the table.
"This man is called George Stacy. I need you to kill him."
(End of Chapter)