"No," Peter's voice was cold, "The police will handle this. You come with me, we need to talk."
Harry on the hang glider was stunned. "Ah? Why?"
"Because this is an order." Peter threw out a Silk, which flew straight up to the skylight of the roof.
On the roof, Peter stood with his hands behind his hands. Matt and Harry arrived later.
Before Harry could stand still, Peter turned around and shouted, "What on earth are you thinking?! You just wanted to bomb them with bombs? Are you crazy or stupid?! When dealing with a group of armed criminals, your first reaction is to throw bombs?! What if it affects innocent people?!"
Harry blushed after being scolded and tried to defend himself, "I... I just want to help..."
"Help?!" Peter sneered, "You call that help?! If I hadn't intercepted you in time, the whole warehouse would have been blown down by you! Then all of us will be buried with you!"
Harry lowered his head, a trace of humiliation flashed in his eyes.
Matt sighed, stepped forward and patted Harry on the shoulder. "I know your intentions are good, young man. But you must understand that we are not law enforcers, let alone judges. Except for extremely special circumstances, we have no right to deprive anyone of his life. Those criminals need to be judged by the law and the people, not our lynchings."
"But they are all criminals!" Harry protested unconvinced.
"That's not the reason for your abuse of violence." Matt said in a stern tone.
"Stop talking nonsense to this young master, Daredevil." Peter mocked, "He doesn't understand at all. He's just a dandy who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. If something goes wrong, Osborn Enterprises will help him clean up the mess."
As if to confirm Peter's words, a cleaning truck with the Osborn Enterprises logo suddenly drove up on the street below, and several staff members skillfully began to clean up the scene. With his extraordinary hearing, Peter heard that the staff were negotiating with the police station - since the warehouse was a gang asset, Osborn Enterprises did not even need to bear any housing repair costs.
"You know nothing!" Harry was shocked and shouted hysterically, "You have no idea what I've been through! Stop judging me based on nothing!"
Peter sneered. Of course he knew the true identity of Harry, but he chose to keep this secret as a trump card in the future.
Matt looked at Harry calmly. "Child, it is undeniable that you are very talented. You can legally cooperate with the police, which is an advantage over Spider-Man and I. But if you continue to act like this based on your preferences, the damage you will cause will far exceed anything you save."
These words hit Harry like a heavy hammer. The anger in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by confusion and pain.
"Then... then what should I do?" Harry's voice was trembling, "I want to become stronger... I want to become a real hero."
Peter was slightly surprised. He could sense Harry's complex emotions at the moment - anger, inferiority, longing for recognition, and deep self-loathing. It seemed that this kid really wanted to be a hero.
Matt gave advice. "First learn to observe and think. Before rushing into the battlefield, see the situation clearly. If you can wait and see in the dark today and wait until Spider-Man and I need support before taking action, the effect will be much better."
Harry nodded thoughtfully.
"Also, how is your close combat?" Matt asked.
"I... I have learned karate, judo and taekwondo. My dad... I mean my boss hired three personal trainers to teach me."
"What about actual combat experience?"
"We had several fights..."
"That's almost zero." Matt said bluntly, "Put away those weapons of mass destruction for the time being and focus on improving your boxing and kicking skills. Sometimes what you need is a precise scalpel, not a blunt and heavy machete."
Harry nodded repeatedly. "I understand... Please, if there is anything else that needs attention, please give me your advice and I will definitely change it!"
Matt looked at Peter: "Spider-Man, what do you think?"
Peter snorted, "Teach him? So that he can blow up the city more efficiently?"
"Spider-Man, be fair to him." Matt advised.
"No, he's right." Harry actually stood up to speak for Peter, which surprised Peter, "I am indeed a self-righteous fool... but I don't want to be a worthless waste anymore!" Harry The corners of E's eyes were a little red, "I have the ability and the opportunity to change some things. My former friend... his uncle often told him: the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. I know I have many problems now, but I will never give up, and I will do my best to protect this city!"
Peter was frozen in place.
When he heard those extremely familiar words spoken from Harry's mouth, his breathing stopped for a moment. Those were the words that Uncle Ben often kept on his lips to warn him and Harry... He did not expect that Harry would actually keep them in his heart.
All in all, it has been two months since Harry was injected with "Green Field Serum", and so far he has not shown any signs of mental disorder. He is sincerely wanting to atone for his sins and become a hero.
Maybe... he should be given a chance to prove himself before he completely degenerates into Green Goblin.
Peter took a deep breath. "Throw away those Pumpkin Bomb."
Harry and Matt both looked at him in surprise.
"Daredevil is right, you don't need that kind of destructive weapon for routine patrols." Peter softened his tone, "It must not be used unless it encounters a heavily armed enemy that cannot be dealt with. And even if it is used, it must be ensured that there are no civilians around."
"Understood!" Harry responded quickly, "But... if I don't use bombs, what should I use? I haven't mastered my boxing and kicking skills yet."
Peter thought for a moment, took out a Spider shuriken from his waist and threw it to him. "Everything can be a weapon. If you can't beat it, use a baseball bat. But... I can give you a better suggestion."
Peter called up Scanning Adapter, accessed the military research and development database of Osborn Enterprises, and called up a military project that was shelved a year ago.
A high-definition holographic projection appeared in the air. "Look at this - electric shock riot gloves and anti-riot suppression sticks. These two pieces of equipment are enough to paralyze ordinary adults in an instant without being fatal."
Harry's eyes lit up. "Wow... Osborn actually has such a good thing? I didn't even know!"
"You are backed by an entire multinational company, Glider, make good use of your resources." Peter put away the SA and walked to the edge of the roof. "I'm warning you one last time. If I find you behaving like you do today again... I will personally beat you down. Do you understand?"
Harry stood at attention with a serious expression. "I understand, sir!"
"Hmph." Peter threw out Silk and jumped into the night sky.
After swinging for a block, Peter landed on a high platform and looked back. Matt was talking to Harry. Soon after, Harry flew away from the scene on a hang glider, and Matt rushed towards Peter.
"You seemed to be particularly harsh on him just now." Matt asked, sitting next to him.
"Do you remember the 'former friend' he mentioned just now?" Peter whispered.
"Remember."
"That person is me."
Matt was surprised. "Do you know his true identity?"
Peter looked at the street intersection where the police car roared and said softly, "Yes... I know him too well. He is arrogant, impulsive, and lacks consideration. But he may also become extremely dangerous... If not handled well, he will become the most terrifying enemy I have ever faced."
Matt fell into deep thought. The two stood quietly on the roof for a long time, watching the police escort the criminals into the car. Then another siren was heard in the distance, and the two rushed to check and continued patrolling the night.
At one o'clock in the morning, Peter finally returned to Queens's house while swinging Silk.
He easily climbed through the bedroom window, took off his combat uniform and put it into a red backpack, then turned the backpack into an ordinary black satchel and stuffed it under the bed. After a long night, he was already exhausted. Peter stripped down to only a pair of boxer shorts, lifted the quilt and lay down on the soft bed, closing his eyes comfortably.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A rapid knock on the door suddenly broke the tranquility of the night!
The knock on the door sounded downstairs. Ordinary people might not be able to hear it, but it couldn't escape Peter's keen hearing. At first Peter planned to pretend not to hear it, but who came knocking at one o'clock in the middle of the night?
However, the knocking on the door became more and more urgent, and even turned into tapping. Peter listened attentively, and faintly heard the anxious cry of a girl outside the door, "Help! Please! Is Dr. Parker there?!"
Peter His eyes suddenly opened and he turned over and got out of bed. Richard? Did something happen to him?!
Without bothering to put on clothes, Peter rushed down the stairs with his upper body bare and wearing a pair of boxer shorts, and opened the door.
There is a girl standing outside the door.
The moment their eyes met, Peter was stunned.
It was an extremely beautiful girl with short blond bob hair, a black hairband on her head, and a pair of blue eyes as clear as lake water. She was wearing a green hoodie, black tight jeans and purple sneakers, and her delicate face was breathtakingly beautiful under the moonlight.
When the girl saw that he was still wearing his sleeping clothes, she felt a little embarrassed and quickly looked away.
The girl's face instantly turned red to her ears.
"You... you're not wearing any clothes?!" she stammered.
Peter blinked. "Uh... yes."
"Oh... I'm sorry." The girl apologized hastily.
Peter felt embarrassed and quickly pulled the old windbreaker left by Uncle Ben from the hanger behind the door and put it on. "Ahem, girl, I'm sorry, I came out in a hurry just now. Who are you looking for so late?"
The girl woke up from a dream, and the blush on her face was instantly replaced by panic. "Yes! I'm sorry! Is Dr. Richard·Parker here?! I must see him immediately!"
"What do you want from my dad?" Peter asked, tightening his windbreaker.
"I am Curt·Dr. Connors's assistant!" the girl said eagerly, "Dr. Connors used to be a colleague of your father. He said that if anything happens to him, he asked me to contact Dr. Parker immediately!"
Peter's heart sank suddenly. Curt·Connors...The Lizard!
The girl continued anxiously, "Dr. Connors tried to reproduce a formula that you and your father studied together, but something went wrong! When I went back to the office to see him in the middle of the night, the entire laboratory was destroyed! The doctor was also missing! Please help me!"
Although it seemed a bit strange to ask this question at this juncture, Peter couldn't help but ask, "What's your name?"
The girl wiped the tears from her eyes and looked at him eagerly:
"My name is Gwen Stacy·Stacy... Please, help me!"