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Chapter 5 Hello, open the door and check...

"Sir, there are also problems with Russell's information."

"What's the problem, Jarvis?"

"His identity was fabricated, and the fabrication was very crude."

"That's it?" Tony asked in surprise.

Many people use false identities—smugglers, assassins, spies—but what does that have to do with him?

Tony didn't think he and Russell would have any further interaction.

“Sir, the way he appeared is very similar to Miss Stacy’s. It was as if he appeared out of nowhere, with no trace of his past,” Jarvis explained.

"Aren't all those agents like that?" Tony said dismissively.

"Alright, Jarvis. Just keep a close eye on this guy and Gwen, that's all. Don't do anything else."

He owed Gwen a debt of gratitude for what happened last night. Checking on Gwen was just a precaution.

He wouldn't stop Gwen from knowing her identity or what she was going to do, as long as it wasn't directed against Stark Industries.

Instead, after discovering that Gwen was only doing vigilante work, he helped her cover up her tracks.

"Okay, sir."

the other side.

“Russell, you’ve been to this street before.” Gwen turned to Russell in the driver’s seat, feigning surprise. “Are you directionally challenged?”

“I was checking to see if anyone was following us,” Russell explained, rolling his eyes.

"The incident near Stark Industries last night caused such a commotion, who knows if anyone else will come looking for us."

Gwen scratched her head, somewhat puzzled: "I was careful to avoid the cameras when I left last night, how did Mr. Stark find me?"

Russell pointed to the sky: "Stark Industries has many private satellites; who knows, one of them might capture your image."

Furthermore, Tony Stark also has a highly optimized artificial intelligence named Jarvis.

With big data and artificial intelligence, comparing data makes finding someone in New York quite easy.

Gwen frowned. She certainly understood how powerful the combination of big data and artificial intelligence was, but was this world really that much more technologically advanced than her original world? It didn't seem so.

Looking at the surrounding buildings and recalling the various electronic products she had come into contact with over the past three weeks, she felt that the technological levels of the two worlds were about the same.

“After driving around for so long, if someone was following us, it's impossible to hide it from us. It seems that only Tony Stark has discovered your true identity so far, which is good news.” Russell stopped the car.

"We're here, Smith's Pizza. Let me tell you, don't let the slightly dated decor fool you, the food tastes way better than many fancy boutiques."

"Smith's Pizza?!"

"Hmm? You know this place, Gwen?"

“Yes, I know.” Gwen nodded. “A while ago, after I ran out of money, I was fortunate enough to be taken in by Mr. and Mrs. Smith. I even worked here as a part-time worker for a while.”

Russell looked at Gwen and said in a low voice, "What a coincidence, when I first came to New York I had no money, and it was Mr. and Mrs. Smith who took me in."

When did the world become so small?

Russell felt relieved after attending several philanthropists' funerals and only gaining one attribute point.

It's not that the world is too small, but that there are too few good people.

Hey, Gwen.

A strong, resonant voice rang out.

Although the owner of the voice was old, the outline of muscles could be vaguely seen under his clothes, suggesting that he must have been a muscular man with eight-pack abs and a chiseled face in his youth.

"You're back! How did your interview go today?"

“It went very smoothly, Uncle Smith,” Russell answered first, a smile spreading across his face. “I was planning to bring Gwen over to celebrate, I didn’t expect you two to know each other.”

"Oh, it's Russell. Do you know Gwen too?"

“Good afternoon, Grandpa Smith,” Gwen greeted him first, then explained, “Russell is my boss now.”

"Huh? You're Gwen's boss? It's only been a few months and you've become a bookstore owner? Not bad, huh?" Smith laughed heartily.

"That definitely deserves a celebration. Please have a seat and order whatever you like. It's on me today."

"Kobe pizza, no spice, and a Coca-Cola, thanks Uncle Smith."

“You…” Smith shook his head and chuckled, “This is the Big Apple, not the City of Angels.”

Kobe Pizza is a type of Italian spicy sausage pizza.

Kobe is the name of an NBA legend, and at this time (2010) he was at the height of his fame, having won two consecutive championships.

"I'd like a fruit pizza, thank you, Grandpa Smith."

"OK, wait."

A moment later, Smith came out carrying two plates.

"Russell, your Kobe pizza."

"Gwen, your fruit pizza."

"Thank you, Uncle Smith (Grandpa)."

Perhaps because Russell and Gwen arrived early, the store was not very crowded.

Coincidences always tend to pique people's curiosity more easily.

Smith, having stolen a half-day of leisure, sat down to the side and started gossiping about how Russell and Gwen met.

Replacing the vampire with a thug, Russell roughly recounts how he met Gwen.

“Gwen, you were so careless,” Smith said, his tone a mixture of reproach and concern.

“Didn’t I tell you? I have a friend whose granddaughter was abducted a few days ago when she went out alone at night.” As he spoke, Smith’s eyes reddened.

"Fortunately, no one is hurt. They were brought back by a mysterious person last night."

Gwen feigned shame, lowered her head, and murmured softly, "I know I was wrong, Grandpa Smith."

Russell glanced at Gwen and understood why she had been fishing on the street last night.

It turns out it was to save Uncle Smith's granddaughter.

As for friends, what friends? Friends made out of thin air!

However, this actually benefited that bastard vampire.

He should be torn to pieces, not killed directly with strong ultraviolet light.

Next, Russell comforted the old man, assuring him that he would look after and protect Gwen.

Yes, if there is danger, he will definitely protect Gwen in front of him.

“Gwen, let’s go visit that girl.”

"Hmm? You have a way?" Gwen asked in surprise.

Russell: "..."

“I have no way, but I have a friend who should be able to help.”

Hearing about someone means you know them; meeting them means you're friends.

Russell's friend was none other than the psychologist Yao Jian, the Venerable Master Gu Yi.

Although there is no evidence.

But he wasn't stupid; he knew the root cause of his illness.

After a session of psychological counseling and a good night's sleep, all negative feelings vanished.

This is something a psychologist cannot do.

......

A neighborhood in Manhattan.

Gwen deftly put on the hood and spider mask.

She took off her coat, revealing a spider bodysuit with black, white, and fuchsia as its main colors.

Does this girl usually wear tight-fitting clothes?

Fortunately, I'm not bad either.

They pulled out their three-piece set for causing trouble.

Zorro hat, V for Vendetta mask, cape.

Press the doorbell.

"Hello, open the door to check..." Before Russell could finish speaking, Gwen pushed him away.

"Hello, I'm Ghost Spider, the one who brought Miss Smith back last night."

"May I go in and check on Miss Smith's condition?"