Admiral in the Marvel Universe

New York, JFK International Airport.

That's right, the name of this airport is to commemorate the man who opened his mind. In fact, Kennedy Airport is just an abbreviation, and the full name is longer, which is the full name of the commander who opened his mind.

It is located in Queens, and has not been affected by the battle of New York, and all kinds of buildings are in good condition.

But Manhattan on the other side of the East River is different. The damage caused by energy weapons can be greater than that caused by gunpowder-driven weapons. He was still locked in a dangerous building and could not be rescued.

As for American-style rescue...it can indeed be called archaeological-style rescue. Even before many people in the building died, people began to worship flowers and candles below to commemorate the dead.

Gwen sat in the car and passed those streets, lamenting again that her parents were very lucky. They were arranged by the NYPD to travel before the New York War, and they haven't come back yet.

In fact, she didn't know that even if George and Helen didn't go out, Cao Gui would arrange for them to go out.

Below the Stark Tower, a thin middle-aged man was holding a piece of drawing paper, looking at the pen and ink on it in amazement:

"The world has changed a lot. Children nowadays are drawing Spider-Man, Captain America and Iron Man...Why didn't they draw the masked man? He obviously saved New York so many times."

He was dusty in overalls, one of those workers who dispose of construction waste, the kind that can be found all over Manhattan.

"Uh...Maybe he beat Captain America, so the New York government won't paint it." Beside him, his worker scratched his head in confusion and said.

"It makes sense." The thin middle-aged man nodded: "We used to draw all kinds of animals, wild beasts, and Indians."

"Uh...you should call them Native Americans, please pay attention to the address." The worker reminded.

"Ha! I don't need votes, I'm just a worker!" The man curled his lips and said disdainfully. The word Indian has never had a discriminatory meaning, and it was all caused by those damn politicians deliberately showing themselves.

"Hey, everyone, please pay attention." At this time, a short and fat woman walked in with a group of people in suits and white helmets

"Under Executive Order 396b, all post-war cleanup will be taken over by us. Thank you very much for your help."

"Who are you?" The thin middle-aged man immediately put down what he was doing and walked up to those people and asked.

"Those who have a permit from the New York City government." A man in a white hard hat said lightly, with his arms akimbo.

The yellow ones do it, the red ones look at it, the blue ones move around, and the white ones have the final say. These people look like they have a lot of background.

"Hey! Hey! We have signed a contract with the city government, and you are not qualified to do so." The thin middle-aged man said angrily.

"About this... I'm sorry, the contract is void." A man wearing a white hard hat put the contract in front of him and said lightly.

"Damn...fucking me!" The thin middle-aged man threw off his helmet and punched that person hard in the face.

Click click click!

Immediately, a few people behind him pulled out their Glock pistols and pointed their guns at the emaciated middle-aged man and the group of workers behind him.

The movement was quick and the reaction was sharp, so fast that the workers didn't even react.

"Put the gun down!" The short, fat, middle-aged woman cursed, "You bastards, don't keep shooting your fucking guns, go to Wall Street if you have the ability to shoot!"

Under the angrily reprimanded by the short and fat woman, the men in suits looked at each other slowly, and slowly put down the Glock in their hands.

"Listen, Mr. Tooms." The short, fat middle-aged woman pointed at the thin middle-aged man and said seriously: "We are following orders. If you have any dissatisfaction, you can go to the New York City Government to deal with it. Get out of here now. Otherwise we have the right to kill you!"

The middle-aged man's eyes were gloomy, but he could only leave obediently. The sentence that he had the right to kill was not a warning, but a fact. They might really kill people.

Not far away, Cao Gui and Gwen looked at each other in surprise.

"Those people in suits seem to be very difficult." Gwen said softly, with a rough guess in mind.

"It should be someone from S.H.I.E.L.D.," Cao Gui said. It seems that Agent Hill, the newly appointed head of the New York branch, really wants to do something big.

"Mr. Toomes...?" Cao Gui rubbed his chin. The name sounded very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

...

The next day, in Midtown High School, Cao Gui and Gwen looked at the few people in the classroom speechlessly for a while.

What happened in New York was too great. Those who left New York before the New York War did not want to come back, and those who survived the New York War also left New York and could not return for the time being. Not to mention students, even teachers are pitifully few.

After turning around, the teacher said a few words about reunion after a long absence, and then left. The number of people is too small to give lectures. Let's study by yourself. After such a long vacation, read the books first, not to remember and recall, just to find the original The feeling of being in school.

But...is it a joke to have such a long vacation? After holding the book and reading it for a while, the students left their seats one after another, and the teacher was not there, so no one was in charge for the time being.

Gwen ran to chat with Lucy. It was said that his younger brother committed a crime in Moscow, and his father chased him for thousands of miles, forced a bloody road, and then rescued him.

And Cao Gui...Harry didn't come back, neither did Beth, and once Gwen left, he was the only one left.

Of course, it's not that there are no girls who come up to strike up a conversation, but Cao Gui is not very interested. In this world, two girlfriends are enough, not too many.

Cao Gui, who was thinking wildly, came to the corridor and habitually looked down, but Cao Gui saw a familiar figure: Peter Parker

Now there is no fat little black guy next to him, nor the curly-haired African-American female student, but a new chocolate-skinned female student...well, African-American.

Cao Gui frowned. The three generations of spiders had strange visions. The first generation liked Mary Jane, a white girl with blonde hair and blue eyes and a hot figure.

The second generation likes Gwen. Of course, Gwen likes Cao Gui. Gwen is also a blond, blue-eyed, white girl with Germanic blood.

But the three generations are very strange, either curly-haired African-Americans or straight-haired African-Americans, and even the little fat man who follows him is black.

Why are the three generations of spiders so tricky?

"My dear, what are you looking at?" Gwen ran over and hugged Cao Gui's arm.

"Avenger." Cao Gui pointed to Peter Parker below, who was circling around the long-haired African-American female student.

"Oh, Liz Toomes, I know her." Gwen chuckled and said, "Lucy just told me about her. Her father knew Lucy's father, but he lost his job."

"Tooms..." Cao Gui suddenly understood, "Was that contractor under the Stark Tower yesterday?"

"Yes, that's him." Gwen nodded and said, "His father is also an electronic engineer."

"Electronic engineer..." Cao Gui wiped off his sweat. This profession is either a superhero or a super villain. It seems that it is a super villain related to Spiderman.

"However... how does a white man have a black daughter?" Cao Gui looked at Liz Toombs below, and said a little speechlessly. He seemed to have seen the ubiquitous political correctness in the world of black robes. It must be Hollywood again. What the hell.

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The fourth update is here, readers~