Chapter 2176: Battle of Two Cities! (Forty-Three)

Chapter 2175 Battle of Two Cities! (Forty-three)

Carrying a backpack, Peter Parker hurriedly ran across the street and took the last bus to the edge of the Bronx at the last second before the door closed.

Don't get me wrong, it's not late at night. After all, people with super powers are a minority, and ordinary people hardly dare to move around in this area after dark, so the last bus here is at 3 pm.

After getting on the bus, Peter immediately put his backpack in front of him, put one hand on the zipper of the backpack, and the other hand on the middle of the backpack, and sat near the back door.

A black man and a bearded man sitting in the front of the bus retracted their eyes when they saw his posture. Obviously, they saw that this was an authentic local. Although he was white, he might be from Queens, which is not much better than the Bronx.

The bus swayed to the stop, and Peter got off the bus, waiting for everyone to leave. He looked around and found that no one was there, so he took out a few coins and threw them to the homeless man lying against the bus stop sign.

"Wait, don't leave yet." Bruce's voice came from the headset. He said, "Ask him where he can sell leaves. Go get some and burn them. Put the smell on yourself. Otherwise, the people there won't believe you."

Peter didn't shout, but whispered in surprise, "Is it necessary to be so meticulous? I don't think they care whether I'm an addict or not."

"It's always better to be careful. If you really hate the smell, just go and light a cigarette."

Peter looked around and said, "Don't bother. I remember there seems to be a place where homeless people get food nearby. I'll line up for a few minutes and I'll definitely smell all over my body."

This is where Spider-Man used to come, but looking down from a high altitude is different from walking in the city, so Peter took some time to identify the direction and finally strode towards an intersection.

He put on the hood of his sweatshirt, a mask, and a backpack in front of him. When he came to this street, there were obviously more homeless people, but most people looked at his dress and stopped looking at him.

Peter went to the food distribution area in front and took a look around. He also vaguely saw classmates he had met several times before at New York University. They might come here to do charity activities on the weekend.

After staying here for a while, Peter received a meal in a proper manner. He stuffed the still warm lunch box into his backpack and walked towards a more marginal place under the guidance of Bruce in the headphones.

This is an abandoned community. The so-called abandoned community is actually a piece of land allocated by the government to build many houses and build seemingly decent supporting facilities to promote how good it is to some people at the bottom of the middle class or lower level, and deceive them to buy houses here.

When almost all the houses are sold out, the property and supporting facilities will be completely evacuated. Many years ago, this was a measure to divert black people, but now it does not distinguish between skin colors.

The slums in the United States are not crowded. Most of them are such scattered abandoned communities. They still look like single-family villas, but they are far away from any supporting facilities needed by humans, and the public security is even more heavyweight.

And on the edge of this community, in the former social work center, there is a slum in the slum, also known as the homeless home.

This large-scale public facility, which was only built as a shell to deceive homebuyers, became a paradise for homeless people after all the staff withdrew. They transformed it into their own residence and formed a gang to maintain order.

This place is like a complete small society. The gang is the government, the gang members are the main body of society, the homeless are at the bottom of society, and there are some wandering fugitives, many of whom are familiar faces to Spider-Man.

In order to maintain basic survival needs, they got a generator and even connected the water pipe. Because the conditions are more convenient, more idle homeless people are willing to join, so the population density here is relatively high, which is more in line with the image of dense and messy slums in film and television works.

But this still can't hide that this is a community center that has been abandoned for at least 20 years without professional maintenance. It is so dilapidated that people think there should be at least a Brazilian embassy here.

Peter, an outsider, appeared here and immediately attracted their attention. Fortunately, Spider-Man has been a long time and has more experience dealing with this group of people at the bottom of society.

He didn't take off his hood or mask, but looked at the two black men who came over with a vigilant look and said, "I'm here to find someone. There's a man called Kevin. Do you know him?"

"What do you want to do with him?"

"He stole my gun."

The two black men immediately became alert, but not to Peter. They looked at each other, as if they were guessing which Kevin it was.

"It worked." Peter whispered to Bruce, and then he asked curiously, "I don't understand, why do you say that?"

"Gangsters are more afraid of people hiding guns, especially in their territory." Bruce replied, "If someone gets the gun back and doesn't turn it in but hides it, it means he must want to do something, then everyone here is not safe."

"What's his full name?" asked a black man.

"Kevin Kebin, but I don't know if this is his real name." Peter looked up at the tall black man and said, "He looks like a Mexican, six feet tall, with black hair, brown eyes, and no beard."

This description is too broad, because there are more than 3,000 people in the entire camp, of which only 10% are white. The rest are immigrants from Asia, Africa and Latin America, and there are countless Mexicans. Their height and hair color are not outstanding. There's nowhere to look for it.

"What gun?"

"Glock 19, got it from a blue dog." The tall black man immediately raised his eyebrows in surprise, looking at Peter Parker up and down, as if he didn't believe that he had killed a police officer.

"He took the initiative to eliminate it for me." Peter Parker imitated Bruce's tone and snorted coldly before saying: "If you don't help me find someone, I will ask the owner of the gun to find it himself."

The two black men looked at each other again, and the one in front turned around and said, "Follow me, don't make any small moves, we've had enough trouble lately."

Peter followed them through the door and said, "Who isn't? There's a big chaos in Queens. The four new gangs are fighting with the local gangs. Otherwise, I wouldn't have found this place."

Speaking of this, the cold and suspicious black man in front of him finally started talking. He said: "Those new gangs are like crazy. My mother said that they had only seen such crazy gangs more than 20 years ago. At that time They even dared to rob police cars.”

"Now they dare." Peter imitated what Bruce said: "I just came from the Litik neighborhood of Gotham, where three police officers died. How do you think they died?"

Sure enough, the black man's attention was attracted. He turned back to look at Peter, who said: "He didn't die on the street, but died in their police car. The police car was less than 300 meters away from the police station."

The black man took a breath and said, "What a bunch of lunatics, with the same virtue as their mayor."

Peter immediately realized that he had obtained key information, so he immediately continued: "You said that fat man named Copper, the one who shot Bruce Wayne?"

"Yeah, I heard that Wayne is still the richest man there. If you ask me, this mayor can be considered a tough guy, at least much better than ours."

"Is there anyone worse than him?" Peter mocked in agreement: "No one would expect him to kill Stark."

The black man immediately laughed. As he walked forward, he turned around and asked, "You do this specifically, right? Help people get guns?"

"I'm just an errand boy." Peter said helplessly, "Actually, it was one of my colleagues who got into trouble, and I came over to help him solve the problem."

Soon they came to a small compartment separated by an abandoned car door and a wooden board. An old Mexican man poked his head out. The black man pointed at him and said: "He is the leader of the Mexicans you are looking for." Just ask him."

Peter once again described what he saw. The old man was stunned and said, "It seems that there really is such a person."

Peter said in his heart, of course, he had just come from the Queens Police Department, and the thing about throwing the gun was not fake.

Although he didn't know how Bruce was able to deduce the true identity of the murderer and even his location based on the chats of several police officers and the empty crime scene, but who made him Batman? Just do it and that's it.

Peter was still a little excited and secretly happy. In the past, he had to do logistics preparation, action planning, action execution and closing all by himself. Now he also has Batman as his backup. It feels so good to have a great teammate.

Peter is indeed not very good at reasoning and detection. If he were to do it, he would choose to sneak in at night instead of just walking in with a few words and asking others to help find someone.

The black man's face immediately became serious. He was a little suspicious of Peter before, but when the old man said this, he was really worried. In addition to the danger of the guy hiding the gun, if the police found him Door, they can't explain to the boss.

"Take us to him, Captain." The black man leaned against the window, knocked on the table in front of him and said, "You have to take care of this."

"I can tell you where they are, but I won't go." The old man retracted his neck and muttered: "The place where he lives is on the edge of the madman's territory. I don't want to be shot to death by a black gun."

The black man looked helplessly at the simple map drawn by the old man, took a breath, and then handed the map to Peter and said, "Go in by yourself, go through the trail at the back, and go around It’s an abandoned garbage dump with two tires tied to the wall, and that kid lives in it.”

"But I have to remind you, that place is very close to those crazy people in Gotham. There are always gun battles there, and their bullets seem to be free. If you want to go that way, you'd better be careful."

The black man came up and patted Peter on the shoulder and said, "Compared with those lunatics, hiding a gun is really not a big deal. I want to help you, but it doesn't do me any good."

Peter knew he wanted money, and just when he was hesitating to give it, Bruce said: "Don't give it to him, he will run away after taking the money, just listen to me."

"But if something happens, you and your boss can't explain it, and neither do I." Peter looked at him and said, "Why don't you leave me a phone number, and I'll call you over after I find the other person. I will pay for the garbage disposal.”

The black man's expression changed, he immediately turned around and raised his hand towards Peter and said, "I don't know how to deal with garbage, you can do it yourself."

Peter heard Bruce snort in the earphones and then said: "Ah, coward."

Gotham people are really crazy, Peter thought.