Chapter 2486

There was a piece of fluff stuck to Bruce's finger.

It was light blue, very short, and very tiny. If you didn't look carefully, you couldn't see it at all, but he knew where this thing came from. He was too familiar with this.

In order to protect the crime scene, police officers would need to use shoe covers. The police station's shoe covers were uniformly purchased and configured, and using the same material would leave the same traces.

The house Bruce rented was very small, only a few steps away from the front door to the bedroom, and he would definitely pass a wall. And he was now squatting by this wall, staring at the fluff left by the police station's shoe covers on his hand.

He stood up and pushed open the bedroom door. Gordon turned his eyes to look at him, seemingly knowing what he was going to say.

"Who has been here?" Bruce asked.

"Guine." Gordon said, "I am too worried about the Talon killer, but she obviously made too many mistakes in the process of investigation and arrest. I have some suggestions to tell her."

"I don't want to let more children be harmed by this." Gordon showed a painful expression, turned his head away and said, "I know I promised you that I wouldn't let more police officers appear in your life, but this is the only exception, Bruce, the last time."

Mentioning the Talon killer, Bruce frowned slightly, but he still put down his arm and said, "Let the police handle police matters, James. You are no longer the police chief now."

"Of course." Gordon looked at the ceiling with dull eyes and said, "I said, this is the last time."

Bruce's gaze stayed on the radio he was holding, but he quickly moved his gaze away and walked out of the bedroom, seeing that the news playing on the TV was again about this Talon killer.

But the difference was that this time the news mentioned that the Spider-Kid who had been active over New York recently seemed to have encountered this killer. The former was investigating and pursuing the latter, and the police stated that perhaps such super criminals should be dealt with by superheroes.

Bruce showed a trace of annoyance.

Spider-Man saw a familiar figure when he was out of school. It was Bruce, but he was being chased by several strong men.

Spider-Man couldn't care so much, rushed up immediately, knocked down those strong men with a few punches, and saved Bruce.

"What's wrong with you?" Spider-Man asked.

Bruce wiped his injured corner of the mouth, stood up and said, "I'm fine."

After speaking, he was about to leave. Spider-Man hurriedly grabbed him, looked at that group of people and asked, "Who are they? Why are they chasing you? Don't you call the police?"

Bruce appeared secretive and didn't want to say more. He just waved his hand at Spider-Man and said, "You hurry home. It has nothing to do with you."

"How does it have nothing to do with me? They dare to chase you here in broad daylight. Don't the police care?"

"They are the creditor's people." Bruce lowered his eyes and said, "Borrowing money and paying it back is a matter of course. How can the police care?"

"You owe them money?" Spider-Man understood immediately. He looked at Bruce and said, "You borrowed usury? Why would you do that?"

"Because I have no money."

"You... what do you need so much money for?"

"I broke a very expensive limited edition gift box and also made the boss lose a big client. I have to pay for it."

"What's going on?" Spider-Man remembered that Jason said at the time that the doll they bought was actually broken by Bruce before, which showed that he was indeed clumsy when working.

However, Spider-Man still decided to ask what exactly happened, so he pulled Bruce to a burger shop he often went to at the school gate, decided to treat Bruce to dinner, and then ask what happened recently.

The two ordered two sets of meals, sat by the window of the burger shop, and watched the people coming and going at the school gate. Bruce took a big bite of the burger and said, "Yesterday, the boss asked me to deliver a birthday gift for his old client's child's 8th birthday. That was a set of limited edition toys they ordered from Belgium, which was customized more than half a year in advance, and it was the only set, rare and expensive."

"My boss has always wanted to move the shop to that client's community. That is a rich area, and more people will be willing to buy gifts. If this matter is handled well, the shop can move over very smoothly, and then hold an opening party, which can accumulate quite a few clients."

"Did you mess it up?"

Bruce sighed and said, "Originally I wouldn't have. At that time, I drove the boss's car on the road, and the gift was well placed in the trunk. Who knew that the car in front lost control for some reason? Not only did it flip, but it also turned sideways. I didn't have time to step on the brake and became a member of the chain accident."

"Fortunately, it only hit the front of the car. I took the gift out of the trunk and planned to bypass the accident scene first, and then take a taxi over. As a result, I don't know why, everyone behind was rushing to run this way, squeezing me to the side of the road."

"A big guy was only focused on running and didn't see me at all, directly knocking me to the ground. The gift box slipped out of my hand. As a result, a truck that also couldn't brake in time flipped over on the side of the road and happened to hit the box."

"Of course the gift was all shattered." Bruce turned his head away and said, "I came to that client's house empty-handed and was then kicked out. The boss's relocation plan fell through, and I was fired."

"But that gift is very expensive, and I must compensate; otherwise, I will be sued to court and go to jail. Then Gordon will have no one to take care of him, but I don't have that much money."

"I didn't have savings in the first place. Now I lost one job, and the remaining two jobs can't earn so much money in a short time. I can only choose to borrow loans."

"But my credit score is insufficient, and I don't have any assets to mortgage. Regular banks won't lend to me. When I was working before, I met a colleague who lends money, and he contacted the gang for me."

Spider-Man covered his forehead, but he suddenly reacted. He looked at Bruce and asked, "Which road did you take when you were delivering the goods?"

"From Queens to Third Avenue in Manhattan, it's the road that goes around Hall Street and then drives forward a bit, and the bridge is in front."

Spider-Man was suddenly stunned, because he remembered that he was catching the Talon killer on that road yesterday.

Because this killer had been acting frequently recently, Spider-Man soon caught his tail. When he wanted to hide under the children's toy slide to ambush the children again, Spider-Man rushed up directly.

But this guy was indeed not a human. Not only could he teleport, but a pair of sharp claws were elusive, and Spider-Man was almost scratched on his uniform.

But he wouldn't let go of a killer who threatened so many families so easily, so with the help of his spider-sense ability and greatly improved strength, he circled with the Talon killer for several rounds.

During the battle, Spider-Man learned that this guy was named Freddy, from Elm Street. He seemed to have a special interest in children and was very cruel and perverted.

This way Spider-Man couldn't let him go even more. Although Little Spider's combat experience was not rich enough, the power of spider mutation was indeed very strong. He caught Freddy and gave him a fierce beating.

And Freddy seemed not to want to entangle with him. After finding he couldn't beat him, he turned and ran. Spider-Man chased after him without thinking.

The subsequent chase was classic. Freddy appeared in one carriage after another, scaring the drivers into steering wildly, causing serious traffic accidents and traffic jams.

Spider-Man knew that he was playing this trick to block himself, so he didn't fall for it at all. He swung over the top of the cars at the fastest speed, punched and exploded the car glass, pulled Freddy out, and after he teleported and disappeared, he locked onto the target at the fastest speed and kicked him out of the billboard.

Spider-Man certainly saw the serious traffic accident and the panicked crowd below, but at that time his eyes only had this damn killer, and he couldn't wait to bring him to justice immediately, so he only focused on chasing all the way and had no time to stop and mediate the traffic.

What made Spider-Man most sure that the culprit of Bruce's current situation was the flipped truck he encountered was that at that time, this truck was flipped in front of him, and Freddy crawled out from the front of the car and escaped like a loach.

He pulled the driver out of the cab to prevent him from receiving secondary injuries, but didn't notice that there was a gift box on the ground where the truck flipped.

"Do you know what's going on?" Spider-Man asked with a slightly guilty conscience.

Bruce shook his head and said, "The police who arrived later said it was a superhero named Spider-Man chasing a killer."

"Superhero?" Bruce put down the burger paper and muttered to himself, "... anyway, not for me."

Spider-Man returned home full of thoughts. Jason's illness had improved, and he was cooking in the kitchen, and two dishes had already been placed on the dining table.

Jason's street life allowed him to practice a good cooking skill, especially good at Gotham stew—in short, throwing some ingredients suitable for stewing into the pot, and then putting a lot of chili, the taste made was not bad.

Putting a large pot of stew on the table, Jason sat opposite Spider-Man, looked at his face and said, "What's wrong with you? Why are you dejected?"

Spider-Man opened his mouth, fell silent, and after a while opened his mouth and said, "I seem to have caused trouble."

He put his hands on the table and briefly talked about what happened. Jason also sighed and said nothing.

"I thought you would persuade me." Spider-Man said, "Say something like as long as you can justify yourself."

"We all know that's lying." Jason said very straightforwardly, "If everyone only thinks about justifying themselves, then this world would have been finished long ago."

"Do we have the power to be judges?" Spider-Man asked, "Using one person's future to exchange for another person's life safety, what qualifications do we have to make such a decision?"

Jason shook his head. He didn't want to think about these problems now. In the few days of being sick, he felt the warmth of home for the first time in a long time from Peter Parker's uncle and aunt.

The Batcave is not bad, but you can't expect a sculpture named Batman to provide you with anything other than necessary survival conditions and combat guidance. Alfred is also very busy, and he is old, and Jason has never been embarrassed to trouble him additionally.

But the Parkers are not like this. They have a kind of enthusiasm from the inside out, as if if you don't trouble them, you don't treat them as your own people. This is the most common kindness of the petty bourgeoisie.

Jason received extremely good care here, a bit too good. Aunt May makes delicious food at any time and any place every day. The actual meaning of "you can taste it" in her mouth is for you to go to the sofa now and finish this plate of snacks, and then go back to the room and fall asleep, until fat quietly breeds in every part of your body, until your heart also becomes comfortable and soft.

Is such a life really not good? Jason couldn't give a positive answer. He only knew that the members of the Parker family lived very happily, at least much happier than himself and Batman.

Then perhaps choosing to live like this is not bad. Neither can nor want, and have no position, then be an ordinary person among the masses, spend this life in smaller joys and worries, what's wrong with that?