Chapter 66 Little Spider's Big Adventure (Part 2)

In the SHIELD lounge, Steve pointed to a picture on the whiteboard and said: "I have said before that the so-called tactical literacy is not only about arranging combat plans in advance, but more importantly, it is also about understanding the enemy simultaneously. His intentions, even thinking of his course of action one step ahead of him.”

"The reason why your last battle failed was because you failed to do this."

"You chose to climb to the top of the building first, which is good. It is indeed important to seize the commanding heights, but then you made a fatal mistake."

"First, you rushed in recklessly without checking how many exits there were in this house."

"Second, when fighting in a building, we often do not recommend using high-rise raids. Once you start driving the enemy away from a high place, he will instinctively run down. If there is an exit on the lower floor, then he will be safe. of leaving this building.”

"The correct approach is to either encircle and fight from top to bottom, or to conduct a layer-by-layer raid from bottom to top. If you drive the enemy from the bottom, he can only run up, and then choose to jump out of the window or be trapped indoors, unable to take advantage of it. Leave through the ground exit, do you understand?"

Peter was on the coffee table in front, writing while asking: "But if I break the door, I will make a noise. What if they are alert? I entered through the window just to catch them off guard..."

"Your idea is right. The most important thing in a raid in a building is speed. As I just said, if you want to adopt a bottom-up approach, you must first figure out how many buildings there are. Exit, seal the exit before taking action, and then break through the window.”

"In fact, I don't recommend you to use this method. Although you have unique conditions, the opponent is playing at his home court and he has a deeper understanding of the room and building structure than you do."

"Although you caught them off guard, you entered an unfamiliar building and the surrounding environment is completely unfamiliar to you. If there are any traps in the room, you may not be able to react quickly."

Peter was about to say that he had spider sense, but after thinking about it, Steve made sense. Although he saw two people in the room when he hung on the window, if Bullseye was ambushing him, he would fall Cup, what should I do if dozens of big men rush out of nowhere? His Spider Sense was okay on the spot, but it wasn't a prophecy, let alone clairvoyance.

Peter was writing and drawing in his notebook, and Steve continued: "Besides, you already know that your opponent is a cunning villain."

"You just said that you think the garbage dump is very suitable for you to fight him, but don't forget that he has stayed there much longer than you. Such a cunning enemy must have been rehearsed in your mind. There are dozens of escape routes.”

"Even if he doesn't use tear gas on you, as long as you are distracted, he will definitely run away."

Peter sighed and said, "I thought my plan was very thorough, but I didn't expect there were so many mistakes. It seems that I did not lose unfairly."

Steve came over and sat next to him, patted his shoulder and said, "This is normal. You are already very talented. You have never seen those guys in the army who didn't even dare to rappell at high altitude. Everyone’s legs were shaking with fear on the top of the building, let alone an airborne assault. You can do this from the beginning, which is already much better than most of them.”

Peter put away his notebook and said, "I won't let him get away next time."

An hour later, in the laboratory of Stark Tower, Stark was holding an antenna and said: "Although the series connection method you used is stable, it cannot maximize the effectiveness of the antenna at all..."

"Don't talk to me about the limitations of raw materials! When I was in Afghanistan, didn't I still use a bunch of scrap metal to make a mecha? When I was 6 years old, I could make a computer that was much better than yours!"

"Also, your understanding of the word intelligence of the intelligent crawling system is too superficial. Do you think writing an automatic screening system is called intelligence? Why don't you try to write a complete artificial intelligence logic?"

Stark put down the wire, snapped his fingers, and a screen slowly lowered from the roof. Stark pointed at the map above and said, "Look here, this is Hell's Kitchen, right?"

"It has a spindle shape as a whole, so your signal coverage can be completely different from a perfect circle, but use different wave frequencies to maximize efficiency, like this..."

"In addition, you can find a stronghold and build a simple signal tower on it to monitor the designated Hell's Kitchen signal..."

Peter thoughtfully pointed at the map of Hell's Kitchen with a laser pen, and he said: "I have found the central intersection of Hell's Kitchen, which is the center of the underground waterway I used to travel. Do you think we Can I put a signaling device there? What method should I use? I think the method I'm using now is very stable, but it's not efficient enough..."

A few hours later, it was getting dark, and just as Schiller was about to close the door, Peter squeezed in through the crack in the door.

"I heard your operation was not going well," Schiller said.

Seeing Peter nodding his head in frustration, Schiller said: "Although you have the technology to monitor other people's mobile phone signals, I think this is actually not the best way."

"Indeed, this method is simple, crude and effective, but the problem lies in that it is too simple and crude, allowing you to ignore many details."

"Bullseye's traces are not as traceable as you think. You just lack a little awareness of detection and counter-detection."

Peter sat down on the sofa and took a sip of water. Schiller took out his medical record and said, "You know where the best-informed place in Hell's Kitchen is?"

Peter shook his head.

"Let me ask you, what are two things that no one can escape?"

"Death and taxes?"

"Yes, then what do you think these two points correspond to in Hell's Kitchen?"

"I haven't heard that there is a hospital in Hell's Kitchen, or a tax bureau..." Peter shook his head and said.

"You have to understand that it's almost impossible to successfully fight crime without any knowledge of the rules of Hell's Kitchen."

Peter said: "Okay, actually I thought about it last night. I was a little too impulsive. When I thought about what happened to Matt, I wanted to beat that guy right away."

"It is true that Hell's Kitchen does not have decent hospitals and authorities, but after the gang wars here, gang members will also be injured. Will there be doctors to treat them after they are injured? Where do these doctors come from? Who are they employed by? Yes. There won’t be any special information?”

"It is true that there is no tax bureau in Hell's Kitchen, but the gangs have collected so much protection fees and have so many industries. Do you expect these gang bosses who have not graduated from junior high school to settle the accounts themselves?"

"Where did they hire their accountant? When will he come? Who among them knows which gang boss? And have they met the person you are looking for not long ago?"

"Beyond that, what about the truck drivers who ply the streets of Hell's Kitchen every day? What about the taxi and bus drivers?"

"Even if they are gangsters, they always need to eat. Where did Bullseye order the food? Has he hired a chef recently? What's more, has he been to any strip bars? Or solicited prostitutes?"

Schiller pointed his finger at the map Peter opened and said: "It is impossible for a human being to live in this world without leaving any traces."

"If a person survives in a society, he must interact with other people in the society."

"Perhaps, the investigation you imagine is to go around looking for footprints with a magnifying glass, or he must leave some physical traces for you to find something."

"But in fact, every person he met and every word he said would leave traces to one degree or another."

Schiller shook his head and said: "This Bullseye is not a master of counter-reconnaissance. If you are willing to use more patience to investigate these things, you don't even have to fight him."

"Investigation is not a prelude to battle, but also an elegy for requiem."

"If one day you can truly master this technique, you will understand that to deal with these criminals, you don't have to waste your energy on shaking your fists."

"I'm not talking about using narcotics, or poisoning wine or food."

"If you can figure out all of a person's social relationships and understand every trace he leaves in society, you can find countless ways to leverage your strength and make a big difference from these relationships."

"You don't have to cut any threads, you can dexterously unravel all the intricate threads and tie them how you want."

Peter did not write or draw in the notebook this time. He said: "I can't understand these very well, but maybe one day when I use it, I will remember it."

"Actually, I still prefer throwing fists. I always feel that when I use these methods, the situation must have been terrible." Finally, with the sound of the rolling shutter outside the clinic falling, Peter said.

Two days later, a man with target marks on his head was dumped at the door of the Manhattan Police Department.

On the rooftop of the building opposite, Spider-Man was standing there, watching the police bring Bullseye in. The streets of New York at dusk were still bustling with people. This episode attracted the attention of many pedestrians, but soon they bowed their heads and hurried away. Walked over.

"You surprised me." Matt's voice came from behind Spider-Man. He held a cane and said: "It only took a few days to destroy Kingpin's biggest spy in Hell's Kitchen. How did you do it?" Did it?”

Peter stood on the edge of the roof and turned when he heard Matt's voice.

He took off the hood of his battle suit, and the fluttering hair turned into floating golden threads in the light of the setting sun behind him. He smiled, with the childishness and cheerfulness unique to his age.

He said: "That's probably because I'm really good at making friends."