69novels Chapter 25: Even if Huang Mao is bold, he can't flirt with someone in front of his father.
Chapter 25: Even if Huang Mao is bold, he can't flirt with someone in front of his father.
A white police car slowly drove across the road.
The engine wasn't very loud, but the car was quiet at the moment, so George and Connors, who were sitting in the driver's seat and passenger seat respectively, could hear it clearly.
"so......"
George broke the silence first, "You actually know this kid?"
This guy was naturally referring to Spider-Man, the hero who had just been shouted out by the media, some, well, most of the police officers.
Although George didn't shout, he seemed to approve of his actions.
The lizard feast created by Dara was resolved by Spider-Man.
New York seemed to have returned to that ordinary night.
"Yes, I know him, but... I don't really want to reveal his true identity, you understand what I mean?"
Connors sighed. He wanted to give Peter a chance, since the purpose of the mask was to prevent his identity from being exposed.
George nodded, indicating that he understood, but understanding did not mean agreeing.
"I can refrain from asking about his true identity now, provided that everything that happened today is proven to be unrelated to him. But if there's any part of it that I absolutely need to know, I hope you'll tell me his name, so I don't embarrass myself too much."
"I will explain everything clearly." Connors nodded.
Silence returned to the car.
The police car was heading to the NYPD precinct under George's jurisdiction. Don't be fooled by Spider-Man's nonchalant attitude as he easily dealt with the Lizard Man, dusted himself off, and swung away on his webs.
The police can't do that.
They have to wrap things up, summarize the work, and hand over the work; in short, a lot of busy work awaits them.
George, leaning against the car window with one hand, asked curiously:
"He shouldn't be very old, right? His voice sounds like a child's. Is he underage?"
Connors glanced at the guy, feeling that he was trying to trick him into revealing information.
George noticed the other man's subtle glance and smiled. "Just think of this as a conversation between men, Professor. There are no high-ranking police inspectors here, just two middle-aged men."
"Alright."
Connors eventually decided to have a talk. Peter couldn't stop there; judging from his behavior, he was happy to be the hero the citizens expected.
Just like he said earlier.
Peter has an absolutely kind heart.
"Would you believe me if I said he was a minor?"
"So small!?"
"Yes."
"Just for fun? No, even for fun, it's impossible to go this far... Good heavens..."
George was somewhat shocked.
The other person's age was beyond his imagination; he never thought that Spider-Man would be so young in private.
"Why would he do these things?" George continued to ask.
"Actually, I didn't know, because I didn't ask myself," Connors replied.
"His parents will beat him to a pulp when they find out," George said.
Connors chuckled twice.
Peter's father, Richard Parker, and his wife had died in a plane crash long ago.
If anyone is most qualified to teach this arrogant brat a lesson, it's probably his uncle and aunt.
But Uncle...
Ugh.
Poor Peter Parker.
Thinking about this, Connors couldn't help but wonder what exactly drove Peter to do this.
Doesn't he feel even the slightest bit scared?
To be honest, Peter Parker was definitely the most responsible teenager he had ever met.
Absolutely, or even scarce.
In this era where everyone is looking out for themselves, his appearance is like a ray of light shining in the darkness. As the saying goes, if a black pool has a little white, the problem is not the black, but that exquisite white.
Connors sighed, then heard George's new question.
"By the way, Professor."
Just before the police car arrived at the police station, George asked one last question.
"This should affect your public credibility, right? I mean... well, I'm more worried about Gwen's college..."
"You selfish person," Connors said decisively.
"I'm selfish?! I'm doing this for her sake!"
"Selfish."
"Hey, Professor!"
"Selfish."
"..."
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Several hours passed in the blink of an eye.
George dragged his tired body out of the police station, said goodbye to his colleagues, got back into his car, started the engine, and prepared to go home.
Tonight's work at the police station isn't physically demanding; it's mostly mental work related to interrogation.
It sounds simple, but it's actually quite mentally exhausting to deal with.
Moreover, he had a premonition, based on what had happened tonight.
Tomorrow's news is sure to be exciting.
He will then have to hold another hearing to explain things to the media and the public.
Well, I just said I wanted to hunt down Spider-Man today, and tomorrow I'll have to praise this kid.
How can he save face like this?
"Ugh."
Thinking of this, George couldn't help but sigh.
Spider-Man's performance today was superb, whether it was handling the lizard riot at the Veterans Hospital this morning or the lizard battle near the Osborne Tower tonight.
He did everything very well.
George recalled his argument with Peter at dinner that evening, where they both agreed that Spider-Man's true intentions were not what they thought.
He initially scoffed, wondering why this kid would trust a Spider-Man he'd never met before.
Based solely on opinions found online?
He's not Spider-Man, so how would he know what other people are thinking?
Isn't this funny?
As he thought about it, George chuckled.
The vehicle was traveling at a high speed, and because it was nighttime, George returned home in no time.
He pushed open the door and, as usual, let his family know he was safe.
"I'm back."
His wife, Helen, took his clothes from him and asked worriedly, "Are you alright? We were so worried watching the live stream."
George shook his head and gave his wife a light peck on the cheek.
"I'm fine, someone did a great job tonight."
Helen smiled. "Perhaps you should find some time to apologize to Peter."
"Absolutely impossible."
George retorted firmly, "As a police officer, it's not wrong for me to view Spider-Man this way. But as a citizen, it's wrong for him not to trust the police. Besides, I haven't even held him accountable for dating my daughter!"
"Look at you, so capable."
Helen patted her husband's chest lightly and went to the kitchen with a smile to prepare a late-night snack.
George went to the children's room, visited them one by one, and told them that he had returned safely.
Finally, he arrived at Gwen's room and knocked on the door.
"Hey, sweetheart, I'm home."
"Hold on!"
A series of hurried sounds came from inside the room, sounding like the family's daughter was doing something strange.
After a while, the door opened, revealing a blond head.
"Hey Dad, how's tonight?"
"Everything's fine, just like before, all is well."
Gwen's eyes darted around, and she said, "Perhaps you should find a chance to apologize to Peter?"
"Please!" George leaned back helplessly. "You're just like your mother. I've already told you, I'm a cop. There's absolutely nothing wrong with me thinking this way!"
He then made a phone call gesture. "So, Peter should be home safely by now. Did he text you? Did you enjoy dinner?"
"It's out! It's perfectly safe!" Gwen declared confidently.
Then she frowned and said in a muffled voice, "I really want to keep talking to you, but you know it's getting late, I need to go to sleep."
"No problem, get some rest."
George had barely finished speaking when the door slammed shut.
really weird.
The door suddenly opened again a second later.
Its head popped out again.
"I'm skipping late-night snacks; I'm on a diet!"
boom!
The door closed again.
"lose weight?"
A girl who eats an extra meal every night suddenly says she wants to lose weight?
Is this the charm of being in love?
George returned to the living room, his thoughts wandering.