Kapitel 118: Ch.118 Your Girlfriend Is in Trouble!
Whether Tony Stark would share the information with them was something everyone knew.
The answer was obviously "No."
Phil Coulson had known Tony Stark for many years and naturally understood his stubborn personality.
As long as you made him happy, things went well; but once you rubbed him the wrong way, the result was predictable.
"You need to understand that everything you know is related to national security."
"We hope you will take this matter seriously."
Since the straightforward approach wasn't working, Melinda May started pressuring Ronan.
This was also a common tactic of S.H.I.E.L.D.
If you resisted them or didn't cooperate, pressure would follow.
It was a common interrogation technique.
But just as she finished speaking, Ronan's expression grew even more peculiar.
"If I'm not mistaken, you should be of Asian descent, right?"
"Specifically, Chinese-American?"
Ronan asked with a smile.
"Yes, I'm Chinese-American."
"What, do you have something against Chinese-Americans?"
Melinda May narrowed her eyes, sensing a vulnerability in Ronan's words.
What?
Ronan couldn't help rolling his eyes.
You're yellow-skinned—at least use some yellow-skinned brains, instead of copying those who cry racism all the time.
"I was going to say, as a Chinese-American, to reach such a level in a secretive department, it should be because you're smart."
"But clearly, I was wrong."
"All you talk about is prejudice and discrimination."
"In that case, when the U.S. dropped atomic bombs on the Japanese people enjoying a comfortable life, the bomb was called 'Little Boy.'"
"Why didn't they call it 'Little Girl'? Does that mean they discriminated against women like you?"
"Why don't you go to that white building to protest and ask them to drop a 'Little Girl' bomb?"
"Oh, wait, there are over fifty ethnic groups and races in America—you could ask them to drop a bomb for each race, one by one."
"Then we can come back to discuss this, okay?"
Ronan spoke like a machine gun, making Melinda May's face turn ugly.
Damn it.
As a "Cavalry," she had never been talked to like this before.
If Ronan were a real suspect, she would've taught him a lesson long ago.
"Alright, I was going to say more, but you two have successfully shut me up."
"Uncle George."
Ronan called out toward the door.
Phil Coulson wanted to stop him, but it was too late.
George Stacy opened the door of the inquiry room, looking inside.
"I've said everything I could. They even tried to lead me towards a racial discrimination topic."
"I think I need a lawyer, or if possible, I want to end this conversation."
Ronan glanced at the two people opposite him.
If you're going to put pressure on me, well then, I'll call my lawyer.
Hearing Ronan's words, George Stacy's face turned a little dark.
As part of law enforcement, he naturally knew the interrogation tactics used against criminals.
But that was only for criminals.
Ronan was merely here to assist with an investigation—not even close to being a criminal, let alone a suspect.
"You can end the conversation now."
George Stacy waved at Ronan, who then walked out.
At that moment, Phil Coulson stood up, trying to stop them.
"Wait, we're not finished here."
But Ronan ignored him and walked right out of the police station's inquiry room.
After Ronan left, George Stacy turned back to look at the two people in the room.
"Using such tactics against a minor."
"If he gets a lawyer, you'll have a lot of trouble, won't you?"
George Stacy said before closing the door to the interrogation room.
Inside the room, only Phil Coulson and Melinda May remained.
Coulson sighed, shrugging at May.
"Let's go. We'll discuss this outside."
The two gathered their belongings and soon walked out of the police station.
As they reached the station's entrance, they saw Ronan getting into a police car, being driven back to school by two officers.
Watching Ronan leave, Phil Coulson looked a bit puzzled.
"Did you notice anything?"
Melinda May walked over to him.
"No, nothing in particular."
"Ronan's background is too clean. Adopted by a foster mother as a child, he's lived in New York all his life, and his social circles and growth trajectory are all traceable."
"Other than fighting a few times with students who had a history of bullying, there's nothing else."
"He's a good student, good-looking, with average popularity, but still has a few friends."
"You could say he's a model student."
Phil Coulson recalled Ronan's life, finding no flaws.
It made sense that he couldn't find flaws because it wasn't fabricated—these were Ronan's real-life experiences.
So, not finding any issues was the norm.
"What about you? What do you make of his reactions earlier?" Phil Coulson asked Melinda May after thinking for a while.
He knew she was better at interrogations than he was.
"Honestly, normal—very normal."
"From his rebellious teenage phase to deliberately messing with us, it all seemed like typical high school behavior."
"Even his comments on discrimination were normal."
"What surprised me was how he used that situation to fight back."
Melinda May smiled—everything had been pre-arranged by them.
They were waiting for Ronan's reaction.
Though her ancestors were from two or three generations back, Melinda often heard the older members of her family talk about their hatred toward the Japanese, which left her somewhat biased.
It was only human.
"Regardless, he's our only link to finding the other side."
"While there's no evidence linking him to the sorcerer..."
"You know how it is."
Phil Coulson shrugged, opening the door to his flashy retro car.
Melinda May got into the passenger seat and fastened her seatbelt.
"What about Tony Stark? Will Hill handle it, or Nick Fury?"
Phil Coulson's "resurrection" was still confidential for now.
So it certainly wouldn't be them questioning Tony.
"The director said he would personally take care of it."
"But you probably know what the outcome will be."
Coulson started the car, not really optimistic about what Nick Fury would find out.
After all, Tony Stark's personality...
Those who know, know.
"And what about the kid? Should we continue surveillance as we have been?"
Melinda May asked.
"Let's keep an eye on him for now. See if there's anything we've missed."
"As for other things, we'll need to investigate further."
Back at school, Ronan hadn't expected that after going to the police station, he'd end up with a father-in-law.
And even a girlfriend.
Even more ridiculous, he realized he had a few new "tails."
There was no need to guess—these were definitely S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.
Ronan had ways to deal with people like them.
"Are you okay?"
After returning to school, Gwen Stacy was the first to express concern.
"No problem—just helping with an investigation."
Ronan smiled.
After thinking for a while, he chose not to tell Gwen about the "boyfriend" situation.
First, it wasn't true, and saying it might lead to more misunderstanding.
Second, Gwen was a girl, and mentioning it would just make things awkward.
So Ronan decided to pretend it hadn't happened.
Over time, this misunderstanding would clear itself up.
"Glad you're okay."
"If anything happens, you can call me anytime."
Gwen smiled.
"Alright, you can call me anytime too."
Ronan nodded, accepting her kindness.
If I really run into trouble, your dad won't be able to handle it.
Of course, he couldn't say that—he just responded politely.
Seeing Ronan and Gwen end their conversation, Peter Parker wanted to come over and say something too.
Unfortunately, the teacher entering the classroom cut his plan short.
So Peter had to hold onto his words, waiting until after school.
The boring afternoon passed quickly, and when the bell rang, Ronan was the first one out of the classroom.
Ronan had years of experience running out of classrooms the moment school ended.
Even in his past life, he was often the first one to rush out of the school gate.
If the teacher didn't hold him back, he would be the "bad student" first out the gate.
Peter Parker hurried, but by the time he got outside, he only saw Ronan riding off on his bicycle.
That speed...
Peter sighed.
It was too fast.
As Peter was packing his bag to head home, he suddenly noticed two cars following Ronan.
Black SUVs, powerful engines, quick acceleration.
They were clearly the typical vehicles of villains.
Seeing this, Peter frowned.
He glanced around before slipping into a nearby alley. When he reemerged, he was no longer a regular high schooler—he was the one and only Spider-Man.
Wearing his tight Spidey suit, Peter swung through the skyscrapers of New York, trailing the two black SUVs at a steady pace.
After following them for a couple of blocks, he was certain.
They were definitely following Ronan!
Now sure of their target, Peter quickly followed them to Ronan's apartment.
As Ronan parked his bike under the building, five men in suits got out of the two cars.
Tall, short, fat, skinny, black, and white—they had it all.
Peter took a deep breath—he was almost certain these guys were here for Ronan, and it wasn't anything good!
There was no time to warn Ronan.
Watching the men enter the building and even knock out the security guard, Peter knew something big was happening.
Swish.
He immediately leaped down to the ground, sneaking up behind the lookout.
Tap, tap, tap.
Don't get the wrong idea—this was Peter tapping on the guy's shoulder.
The big Black man turned around, looking puzzled, only to see a short guy wearing a red spider mask.
"Hey."
Peter waved at him.
Before he could react, Peter punched him in the face.
Bang!
"Don't fall, don't fall."
"I still need you to stand guard for a while."
Quickly, Peter propped the guy back up on the chair, positioning him to face away from the building.
From across the street, it would look like the guy was just sleeping.
From the apartment side, it looked like he was still keeping watch.
After handling this, Peter slipped into the building, but as soon as he got inside, he ran into another bulky guy in a suit.
"Aw, man..."
Peter slapped his forehead in frustration.
His stealth mission had failed before it even started.
"Who are you?!"
The white man's loud voice alerted the others upstairs.
The remaining three exchanged glances—two went upstairs to find Ronan, while one ran downstairs to assist.
Two-on-one—they had the advantage!
"Uh..."
"If I said I was just passing through, would you believe me?"
Peter pointed toward the stairs, testing the waters.
It had to be said—once he put on the mask, Peter became a different person.
Not only more talkative but also more outgoing.
"Alright, you clearly don't believe me." Peter looked at their expressions, shrugged, and said, "In that case, let's fight!"
Without hesitation, Peter attacked.
In hand-to-hand combat, Peter was no match for the two thugs.
No, even ten Peters wouldn't have been a match for one of them.
But, Peter had his "cheats!"
With his spider sense and enhanced physical abilities from the spider mutation, Peter only had to do one thing.
Overpower them.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
In three quick moves, Peter sent one of the thugs flying, and then shot webs from his wrist, pinning the guy to the wall.
"One down!"
Before Peter could finish his declaration, the other thug landed a punch, knocking him down.
The guy tried to pin Peter down for a finishing move.
But he didn't expect a sudden force from behind, pushing him into the wall for an intimate meeting.
And then—out cold.
The person behind him was none other than Ronan.
Ronan glanced at Spider-Man stuck to the wall and signaled to Peter.
Peter immediately understood, leaping up and landing a knockout punch on the guy.
Yeah—knocked out cold.
With Peter's strength, there was no way the guy could even pretend to be conscious.
"Are you alright?!"
"What are you doing here?!"
They both spoke at the same time.
Ronan couldn't help but smile—it was a good thing he noticed Peter's presence earlier.
Otherwise, he might have given away something.
"I'm fine; I already handled the two upstairs."
Ronan dusted himself off nonchalantly.
"I saw them follow you from school, so I came over."
"Didn't expect you'd deal with two so easily."
Peter took off his mask—he had no secrets from Ronan.
Especially after revealing his identity last time.
It was even more so now.
"Did you forget my school nickname?"
Ronan raised an eyebrow.
His nickname was legendary.
Some upperclassmen had tried to bully him, and after getting beaten up, they gathered more friends to seek revenge.
But, they ended up getting beat again.
Then they brought in friends from a Taekwondo gym to help.
And…
Apparently, those guys quit Taekwondo after that.
Because when Ronan found out they did Taekwondo, he beat them even worse.
"Alright, as long as you're okay."
"What are you going to do with these guys?"
Peter gestured toward the unconscious thugs.
Ronan shrugged and nodded toward Peter.
"As New York's friendly neighborhood hero, the people's protector—of course, they're all yours to deal with."
"They already broke the surveillance cameras, so you don't need to worry about your identity being exposed."
"Once you leave, I'll call the police and say you saved me."
Ronan smiled at Peter—how could he miss such a good scapegoat?
Just blame everything on Spider-Man, and it would all make sense.
"Okay, it looks like justice has once again been served by Spider-Man."
Peter immediately caught on—his official status wasn't popular, but the people liked him.
So, it was no problem.
Ronan quickly went upstairs, dragging the two unconscious thugs down, and Peter webbed them to the wall.
After finishing, Peter put his mask back on, said goodbye to Ronan, and left.
Ronan nodded, watching Peter swing away, his smile gradually fading.
These Hydra agents just wouldn't give up.
I wasn't even fishing for you small fry—why do you keep biting?
Ronan took out his phone to call 911.
But at that moment, his phone rang.
The caller...
Was Gwen Stacy?
Ronan was stunned for a moment, then quickly answered.
"Hello?"
"Gwen?"
Ronan asked softly.
However, a completely unfamiliar voice answered from the other end.
"Wanna save your little girlfriend?"
"Come to the Morgan Arthur Warehouse in the north of the city."
"Remember—come alone..."
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