Chapter 2165

Peter Parker, carrying a backpack, ran through the street in a hurry and caught the last bus to the edge of the Bronx in the last second before it closed.

Don't misunderstand, it's not late at night now. Superpowered people are a minority after all, and ordinary people almost dare not be active in this area after dark, so the last bus here is at 3 PM.

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

A black man and a bearded man sitting in front of the bus took back their eyes when they saw his posture. Clearly, they saw that this was an authentic local, although he was a white man, but perhaps he came from Queens, which was no better than the Bronx.

The bus swayed to the station. Peter got off the bus, waited for the people to disperse, looked left and right, and found that there was no one before taking out a few coins and throwing them to the homeless man lying against the station sign.

"Wait, don't go yet." Bruce's voice came from the earphone. He said: "Ask him where there is weed for sale. You go and get some to burn, and get the smell on yourself, otherwise the people in that place won't believe you."

Peter didn't make a fuss, just said in a low voice with some surprise: "Is it necessary to be so detailed? I don't think they will care if I am a junkie."

"Being careful is always good. If you really hate that smell, then go and light a cigarette."

Peter looked left and right again and said: "No need to be so troublesome. I remember there seems to be a place for homeless people to receive food nearby. I'll go and queue for a few minutes, and I'll definitely be full of the smell."

This was a place Spider-Man often came to, but looking down from high altitude and walking in the city were two different things, so Peter spent some time identifying the direction, and finally walked toward an intersection with big strides.

He put on the hood of his hoodie, put on a mask again, and always carried his backpack in front. Coming to this street, there were obviously more homeless people, but most people just looked at his dress and then stopped looking at him.

Peter turned around at the place where food was distributed in front. He even vaguely saw classmates he had met several times at New York University, who might have come over for public welfare activities on weekends.

After staying here for a while, Peter led a portion of food like a model, stuffed the still-warm lunch box into his backpack, and walked toward the edge under the guidance of Bruce in the earphone.

This is an abandoned community. The so-called abandoned community is actually the government allocating a piece of land to build many houses, doing seemingly decent supporting facilities, and promoting how good it is to some middle-class bottom or lower-level groups, tricking them into buying houses here.

By the time the housing is almost sold out, the property management and supporting facilities will all be withdrawn. Many years ago, this was a measure to divert black people, but now it doesn't distinguish skin color.

The slums in the United States are not crowded, mostly scattered abandoned communities like this. 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 heavy-duty.

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

This kind of large public facility, which only built a shell to deceive homebuyers, became a paradise for homeless people after all the staff withdrew. They transformed it into their own residence and then formed gangs used to maintain order.

This is like a complete small society. Gangs are the government, gang members are the main body of society, homeless people are the bottom edge of society, and there are some wandering fugitives, many of whom are Spider-Man's old acquaintances.

In order to maintain basic survival needs, they brought generators and even connected to tap water pipes. 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 dense and messy slum image in film and television works.

But this still cannot hide that this is an abandoned community center that has not been maintained by professionals for at least 20 years. It is so dilapidated that people feel there should be at least a Brazilian embassy here.

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

He didn't take off his hood, let alone his mask, just looked at the two black men walking over with a vigilant gaze and said: "I'm looking for someone. There's a guy named Kevin. Do you know him?"

"What are you looking for him for?"

"He stole my gun."

The two black men immediately became vigilant, but not against Peter. They looked at each other, seemingly guessing which Kevin it was.

"It worked." Peter said to Bruce in a low voice, and then he asked curiously: "I don't understand, why say that?"

"Gangs are more afraid of people hiding guns, especially on their turf." Bruce replied: "If someone gets guns back but doesn't hand them over and hides them, it means he must want to do something, then everyone here is not safe."

"What is his full name?" a black man asked.

"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, black hair, brown eyes, no beard."

This description was too broad, because there were more than 3,000 people in this whole camp, white people only accounted for 10%, and the rest were immigrants from Asia, Africa, and Latin America. Mexican-Americans were countless, and their height and hair color were not outstanding, so there was nowhere to find them.

"What gun?"

"Glock 19, got it from a blue-skin dog."

The tall black man immediately raised his eyebrows in surprise, looking at Peter Parker up and down, seemingly not believing that he had killed a policeman.

"He took the initiative to eliminate it for me." Peter Parker snorted coldly in Bruce's tone and said: "You don't help me find someone, I will let the owner of the gun come to find you himself."

The two black men looked at each other again. The one standing in front turned around and said: "Follow me, don't pull any tricks. We have enough trouble recently."

Peter followed them into the door and said: "Who isn't? Queens is in chaos. Four new gangs are fighting with the local ones. Otherwise, I wouldn't have found this place."

Speaking of this, the cold and suspicious black man in front finally opened his chatterbox and said: "That group of newcomers is like crazy. My mother said they only saw such crazy gangs 20 years ago. At that time, they even dared to rob police cars."

"Now they dare too." Peter learned the words Bruce said again and said: "I just came from the Litic community in Cat Getan. Three policemen died there. Guess how they died?"

That black man was really attracted to his attention. He turned to look at Peter, and Peter said: "Not on the street, but 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 madmen, and they are the same as their Mayor."

Peter immediately realized that he had obtained key information, so he immediately picked up the topic and said: "You mean that fat guy named Cobblepot, the one who shot Bruce Wei En?"

"Yes, I heard that Wei En is also 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 echoed and mocked: "No one will expect him to kill Stark."

The black man immediately laughed, walked forward, turned around and asked: "You specialize in this, right? Helping people get guns?"

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

Soon they walked into a small compartment separated by abandoned car doors and wooden boards. A Mexican old man poked his head out. The black man pointed at him and said: "He is the head of those Mexican guys. You can ask him if you want to find someone."

Peter was stunned again and said: "It seems there really is such a person."

Peter said in his heart, of course there is. He just came from the police station in Queens. The matter of losing the gun is not fake.

Although he didn't know how Bruce deduced the real identity of the murderer and even his station based on the casual chat of several policemen and the crime scene that was already empty, but since he is Batman, just do it.

Peter was still a little excited and secretly happy. In the past, logistics preparation, action planning, action execution, and finishing were all done by him alone. Now he also has Batman as a backup. The feeling of having a god-like teammate is really cool.

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 being able to walk in openly and let others help find people based on a few words like this.

The black man's face also became serious immediately. He was a little suspicious of Peter before, but since this old man said so, he was really worried. Besides the danger of this guy who hid the gun, if the police came to the door, they couldn't explain it to the boss.

"Take us to find him, Captain." The black man leaned on the window and knocked on the table in front and said: "You have to manage this matter."

"I can tell you where they are, but I won't go." The old man shrank his neck and muttered: "He lives on the edge of that group of madmen's turf. I don't want to be shot by a black gun."

The black man looked at the rough map drawn by the old man helplessly, took a breath, and then stuffed the map to Peter, saying: "You go in yourself. Go through this small path behind, bypass the abandoned garbage dump, and the intersection with two tires tied to the wall is the place. That kid lives inside."

"However, I have to remind you that this place is very close to that group of Cat Getan madmen. There is always a gunfight there. Their bullets seem to be free. If you want to go there, you'd better be careful."

The black man came up and patted Peter on the shoulder and said: "Compared with that group of madmen, hiding a gun is really not a big deal. I also want to help you, but this is no good for me."

Peter knew he wanted money, and just as he hesitated whether to give it or not, Bruce said: "Don't give it to him. If he takes the money, he will run. Listen to me, say it like this."

"But if something happens, you and your boss can't explain it, and neither can I." Peter looked at him and said: "How about this, you leave me a phone number, and I will call you over when I find him. I will pay the garbage disposal fee."

The black man's face changed, and he immediately turned around and waved his hand at Peter, saying: "I won't dispose of garbage. You do it yourself."

Peter heard Bruce snort coldly in the earphone and said: "Heh, coward."

Gothamites are indeed madmen, Peter thought.