Gwen Asked for Help

"I understand. I'll take Jane somewhere quiet to stay."

With Loren's promise, Thor finally felt at ease. Far from dreading the coming crisis, he was looking forward to it.

Not long after Thor left, Loren summoned Alice.

"Alice, keep a close eye on Thor for now. If I'm right, the Dark Elves should make their move within the next few days."

"Understood. I'll arrange for the miniature bionic robots to monitor them around the clock from every angle."

"Good. Do that." Loren nodded and was about to return to developing the Saiyan Gene Serum.

Just then, a familiar number called.

Very few people had his private number. Anyone who called it was either dialing by mistake or a friend he trusted.

He picked up his phone and smiled. The caller was Gwen, whom he hadn't spoken to in a while.

Since the Battle of New York, some of the Chitauri's advanced weapons had found their way onto the black market.

Those weapons were extraordinarily powerful, capable of far more destruction than conventional arms.

And the black market had no shortage of talented people who modified the alien weapons to make them easier to carry.

As a result, crime across New York City had surged. All kinds of criminals kept cropping up.

As New Yorkers' friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, Gwen had naturally taken on the duty of keeping the peace, swinging through the city every day and matching wits with criminals.

That was the main reason she hadn't visited Loren lately, and he had grown used to it.

Though things between them had long been flirtatious, he never interfered too much in Gwen's life.

He was sure she would fall into his arms one day.

He answered the call. Wind rushed through the speaker before Gwen's voice came through.

Clearly, she wasn't