American Comics: The Law of Strength

Chapter 80: The Unspeakable Truth

Clean up the room, clean the floor, wash your laundry, and finally make a cup of coffee, mix it with a little alcoholic beverage, and laze on the couch reading today's newspaper.

George originally thought that he would have to wait at least twenty years to live this life.

The strange but stimulating taste was poured into the throat, and the warm wrapping rolled into the stomach with a burning sensation, making George make a refreshing "ha".

Then he rubbed his nose, pinched his eyebrows, and then drank the drink in the cup.

Although only two days had passed, George felt as if he had been living like this for a long time, and he seemed to be used to such days.

During his time as chief, he always had endless work on his hands, and although he had a lot of paid vacation as director, he almost never used it.

Although he also thought about taking some time to accompany his precious daughter, he always thought in his heart to wait until this busy time was over, and the case was closed.

But this case will always be followed by the next case, after all, this is America, this is New York, and evil will never rest in this city.

And he is also driven by a sense of mission and inner justice to constantly rush into this city that seems to be composed of evil.

By the end he couldn't even tell whether he was chasing sin or sin was chasing him.

And this time he was going to do a conclusion.

He swore in his heart that as long as he could capture the ghost Spider-Man, then he would definitely take all the holidays over the years to make up for his absence in his daughter's life over the years.

And he did, when his muzzle was aimed at Ghost Spider-Man, and he almost captured her until he discovered the true identity of Ghost Spider-Man.

George looked around the empty house and put his coffee cup on the table a little dejectedly, although he wanted another one, but he resisted the urge.

What he was going to do today required a little drunkenness, but not drunk himself.

He sorted out his clothes in the mirror, rubbed his cheeks, sighed and scolded into the mirror:

"Peter Parker, you're such a bastard!"

Leaving the house, the place where George is heading is not far away, even quite close, right next door to his house.

Home of Ben Parker and Mae Parker.

Although it was only a dozen meters away, George still walked for nearly ten minutes to reach the door of Ben Parker's house.

He flexed his fingers and tried to tap on the door, but Ben's voice suddenly came from behind him.

"God, for someone who has been lying at home for two days, you look really bad."

"Ben..."

George smiled wryly and turned his head, and before he could say hello, a large hand clapped on his shoulder.

"I haven't heard your chainsaw-like snoring in two days, and if I hadn't come over, I'd have to see if you're dead."

Ben laughed and put his arm around George's shoulders and dragged him directly into the door, and then Ben pulled out two bottles of beer from the refrigerator, George just wanted to refuse but only heard two "bangs", and the bottle had been handed in front of him.

"Let's talk about it, the old man's complaint, I haven't seen Gwen in days, is she causing any trouble again?"

"Trouble?"

Hearing this word, the corner of George's eyes jumped, why did she get into trouble?

"To be honest, I've always wondered which one Gwen has a job to do and which one will give me a heart attack first."

"Poof, don't worry George, little Gwen is a good boy, but she is still a child in the end, even if she does something wrong, don't be too harsh on her, she will still grow up after all."

Looking at Ben, who was laughing loudly, George lowered his head slightly, Gwen did grow up, even much faster than he expected, and then he remembered the purpose of coming here today, and his heart was a little heavier.

He raised his head and took a sip of beer, the cool stimulation clearing his mind a little.

"Ben..."

George whispered:

"I found... The truth about the Peter Parker case... Although there are many twists and turns in the story, I have figured out most of it. "

Ben, who was still talking and laughing, widened his eyes, and he took two quick steps excitedly, opening his arms and hugging George tightly.

"Oh my God, George, I... I always knew there would be a day, and I always believed you could catch her. "

George patted Ben's back, and then said in a low voice:

"Ben, I was going to reveal some information to you later, but I don't think it's fair to you."

"Information? About Ghost Spider-Man? I don't understand. "

"It's complicated."

George slowly took a step back, picked up the bottle again and took another sip of beer.

"Spider-Woman is not a murderer, or she is not someone who should be captured by us."

"What?"

The expression on Ben's face suddenly froze, and he pursed his lips, his head in confusion.

"But..."

"Ben, I know you can't accept it, for some reason, I can't reveal more details, but I can guarantee that the end of this case will please you, I swear."

Then George remembered something, showed a rather weird smile, and continued:

"I think I will soon escort the 'real murderer' to you and let you meet him in person, and then you can kick his ass at will."

"Gaa

The crow call suddenly came from the window, and George turned his head to find a dark crow standing on a nearby telephone pole, looking down from above.

For some reason, George, who was a little upset, closed the curtains, and then continued to Ben:

"At that time, I will tell you and Mei the truth in its original form, I think you will probably like this truth."

Looking at Ben nodding blankly, George couldn't help but secretly scold Peter again in his heart, he knew better than anyone how long Ben and May had been tortured by all this, he really wanted to relieve them immediately, and tell them everything in one breath,

But that hateful Peter boy actually prevaricated himself with the reason that he was not ready, and if he hadn't remembered his daughter's tangled, painful appearance, he might have said everything.

In the end, he had to continue to endure.

Dropping another bottle of beer from Ben's fridge, George waved goodbye.

And his next arrangement... Probably watching TV in a daze, then waiting for the night to fall, then making yourself a pasta or mess, and then going to bed, just like the previous two days.

He gave a slightly drunken middle finger to the crow on the telephone pole, but then he saw a huge shadow in the sky behind the crow...

Is it a crow? No... It is more than ten times larger than the crow, and it is constantly getting bigger as the shadow gets closer.

"Snap!"

The beer bottle in his hand fell to the ground, and as the bottle broke, the liquid inside splashed around, and George rubbed his eyes, trying to confirm whether he was drunk and hallucinating, and then he listened to the black shadow in mid-air and muttered:

"That thing... Is it personal? "

(End of chapter)