American West Factory

While investigating Peter Parker, Roy discovered that the Spider-Man of this universe was different from every movie version of Spider-Man.

Gwen Stacy and Mary Jane were both Peter's classmates.

"Second Green Goblin" Harry Osborn attended Midtown Science High School with them as well.

Not only that, just like in the Amazing universe, Gwen worked as Dr. Connors' chief intern at Oscorp.

Moreover, because Peter had known Mary Jane since childhood, he had never fallen for Gwen, whom he had only met in high school. Instead, he had always secretly loved Mary Jane.

After discovering that Peter in this universe did not like Gwen and that Gwen was prettier than Mary Jane, Roy quickly made a decision.

He would make Gwen his girlfriend!

Although he was not a student at Midtown Science High School, that did not affect his pursuit of Gwen in the slightest.

It took only a month or two for their relationship to go from strangers who had just met to a couple deeply in love.

Thanks to Gwen, he had also smoothly gotten to know Peter, Mary Jane, Harry, and the others.

Not long after he sent the message, Roy's phone rang. Gwen's name and number appeared on the screen.

Without any hesitation, he answered.

"Are you back from your business trip?"

Gwen's crisp, gentle voice immediately came through.

"I got back yesterday."

Roy responded.

"Did the job go smoothly?"

Gwen continued.

"It went smoothly. Nothing difficult."

"Are you going to Oscorp for your internship today?"

Roy asked.

Gwen did not know that he was a transmigrator.

However, Gwen knew that he was a "superhuman," and she also knew that he was not an ordinary private detective.

"Not today. Dr. Connors has been trying out a new experimental plan recently, so he doesn't have time to guide the interns."

Gwen quickly responded.

"Alright. I'll come pick you up later."

Roy said calmly.

"Mm-hmm. I'll wait for you at school."

Gwen replied softly.

After hanging up, Roy put his phone back into System Space, opened a single-player action game, picked up the controller, and started playing.

A little after three in the afternoon.

Roy drove the latest Audi R8 to the area near Midtown Science High School's entrance and parked by the roadside.

His garage contained many luxury cars.

Ferraris, Lamborghinis, McLarens, Paganis, Bugattis, and more.

But Gwen did not like drawing too much attention.

Therefore, whenever he came to pick Gwen up from school, he drove the relatively low-key Audi R8 instead of a supercar like a Ferrari or Lamborghini.

As the time reached 3:30, the dismissal bell rang at Midtown Science High School.

Youth really was wonderful!

Watching the young men and women stream out of the school, Roy sighed from inside the car.

Although he was only twenty years old, just a few years older than these students.

The experiences of the past half year had aged his mindset considerably.

Before long, Gwen appeared in his field of vision.

Long golden hair, a short black skirt, brown knee-high boots, and a white top.

Upon seeing Gwen, Roy opened the door and stepped out of the car.

Gwen soon arrived in front of him.

Ignoring the classmates nearby, Gwen gave him an enthusiastic hug and kiss.

After getting into the car.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Gwen gazed at Roy affectionately and asked softly, "Where are we going next?"

"Let's get something to drink first."

Roy responded.

"Okay."

Gwen nodded.

Roy started the car and drove toward Gwen's favorite coffee shop.

More than twenty minutes later.

Fields Coffee Shop.

Roy and Gwen ordered two cups of coffee and chose a seat by the window.

As Gwen stirred her coffee, she asked, "Where did you go on your business trip?"

"Afghanistan."

Roy took a sip of coffee and responded.

Afghanistan?

Gwen was briefly stunned.

Then, lowering her voice, she continued, "Don't tell me you went to rescue Tony Stark?"

Roy had no intention of hiding it from Gwen, so he nodded.

After receiving his confirmation, surprise first flashed across Gwen's fair, delicate face. Then she stared at him with curiosity and asked quietly, "How did you find him?"

"The news said he was kidnapped by a group of terrorists of unknown origin. The military couldn't find him, so they had no way to launch a rescue operation."

Roy replied with a calm expression, "I used my sensory superpower to find him."

"Starting from the place where he disappeared, I used my ability to sense places where crowds gathered."

"After ruling out places like towns and villages, I investigated the targets hidden in the mountains one by one, and then I found him."

Gwen wore an expression of realization and continued, "The reward for this job must have been substantial, right?"

"Thirty million."

Roy replied.

Thirty million?

Gwen unconsciously drew in a sharp breath.

She knew that Roy's jobs came with extremely high rewards.

But she had not expected the reward for this one to reach thirty million.

Gwen's father, George, was a captain in the New York Police Department, with an annual salary of around four hundred thousand.

An annual salary of four hundred thousand might not seem like much.

But in New York, where the average annual income was only seventy thousand, it was unquestionably a high income.

Yet Roy had received thirty million for completing a single job.

In other words, Roy had spent only a few days in Afghanistan and earned seventy-five years' worth of George's income.

"After earning that much in one go, you must have to pay a lot in taxes, right?"

Gwen asked curiously.

"No."

"I receive a special tax exemption policy. Most of the taxes are waived, and I only need to pay a token amount."

Roy said slowly.

The Internal Revenue Service had formidable enforcement capabilities and was known as the "American West Factory" and the "Gangster Nemesis."

It did not care how you got your money. It only cared whether you had paid taxes on it.

In the United States, people would rather have the FBI or CIA come knocking than have the Internal Revenue Service come knocking.

The Internal Revenue Service had come looking for Roy before, demanding that he pay the full amount of his hefty taxes.

However, after he paid a visit to the IRS headquarters and had a cordial, friendly conversation with several high-ranking officials, he received a special tax exemption policy.

"The taxes you collect belong to the federal government. Your lives belong to yourselves."

"Whether you keep collecting my taxes or stay alive to collect taxes from others is your choice."

Paying taxes was every citizen's duty!

But Roy felt no psychological burden whatsoever about evading taxes in the United States.

He was not a citizen of the United States, so he had no obligation to pay taxes to the United States.

If you want to collect my taxes, go talk to my ninjutsu!

"A special tax exemption policy?"

"Does the IRS have a policy like that?"

Gwen frowned slightly and looked at Roy in confusion.

"Of course it does!"

"It's a preferential policy the IRS gives to special talents."

Roy replied with a smile.

He was telling the truth. The tax exemption policy the IRS had arranged for him had indeed been processed under the designation of special talent.

Gwen decisively ended the topic and began telling him about some amusing things that had happened at school.

That night.

After dinner at a three-star Michelin restaurant, Roy drove Gwen home.

Although she was already an adult, Gwen still followed her family rule of having to return home every night.

There were no exceptions, even during holidays or weekends.

Roy had no objections to that.

Well-behaved Gwen was even more attractive to him.

Besides, Gwen would graduate from high school in another month or two.

Once Gwen started college and no longer had to go home every night, they would move in together.