It was already night, and in the neighboring community, less than five hundred meters in a straight line from Vincent's home...
Inside one of the rooms...
After finishing dinner and showering, Gwen, dressed in long home pajamas, was lying on her bed. The girl had buried her head among her plush toys like an ostrich, her body, full of youthful vigor, completely still. However, her feet, rhythmically kicking the down comforter, undoubtedly revealed her hidden worries.
"Gwen."
Officer George, still in his police uniform, came to the door, gently knocked on the closed room, and asked through the door, "Do you want a cup of hot cocoa?"
"No, it'll make me fat."
Inside the room, Gwen remained motionless on the bed, her voice sounding a little weak.
Officer George said with a hint of confusion, "Who was it that said when they were little, they wanted to live in a castle made of chocolate and cake and be a princess?"
"Dad, don't always bring up my old stuff!" Gwen cried out, a little embarrassed and angry. "Especially when..." She stopped abruptly halfway through her sentence.
Officer George sighed, then continued, "Especially at your school. And when that kid Vincent is around, right?"
"No way. Anyway, he already knows." Although Gwen said this, her tone became increasingly low, and the plush toys pressing on her head began to tremble slightly.
"Gwen." Officer George took a deep breath, as if making the most important decision of his life at that moment, and said firmly in a deep voice, "If you really like that kid Vincent, then go and express your feelings! I, your Dad, will definitely support you from behind!"
Inside the room...
The plush toys pressing on the girl's head stopped trembling. After three seconds of silence, the plush toys were all thrown off the bed.
"Dad, what are you talking about?!"
Gwen jumped straight up from the bed, sitting cross-legged on the comforter, her hands kneading the pillow out of shape. Her face, whether from being buried for too long or from having her secret exposed, was flushed with intense heat, making it seem as if steam would escape at any moment.
Sweat beaded on her face, and a few strands of golden hair clung to her cheeks.
"I don't... like Vincent!" Gwen was overcome with shame and anger, instinctively wanting to refute as a girl, but a momentary pause caused her refutation to be as pale and powerless as a blank sheet of paper.
"Alright, alright, I just said 'if,' just 'if.'"
Officer George, who had been standing outside the door, understood. He was about to say something else when his pager suddenly beeped.
Officer George immediately answered, "This is Chief George, what happened?"
Knowing there was an emergency, Gwen in the room quickly quieted down.
"Hmm?" Listening to the report from his subordinate officer on the pager, Officer George's already serious face became even more solemn: "You're saying, a strangely dressed woman robbed an armored car, falling from the sky?"
"Understood, it's not far from my location, I'll be there immediately!"
Officer George put down the pager and hurriedly called into the room, "Gwen, I have to go out for a bit, you stay home."
"Okay. Dad, be careful." Gwen replied.
"I will." Officer George nodded, then rushed out of the house.
Inside the room...
The temperature on Gwen's face slightly subsided. Thinking of her father's words just now, she couldn't help but murmur, "A woman falling from the sky?"
"Could it be a mutant or a super-powered person?"
Gwen frowned slightly, becoming more worried about her father's safety.
In this World, people with abilities beyond ordinary humans are very rare, but that doesn't mean there are none!
Because she is one of them!
Gwen quickly went to her room's wardrobe. Pushing all the clothes aside and opening a hidden compartment at the very back of the wardrobe, she revealed what she had hidden behind it—
It was a complete set of black and white, tight-fitting, unusual uniform.
The uniform was white from the neck to the chest, and from the chest down, covering the abdomen, hips, and legs, it was the opposite color, black. In addition to a white hood that could cover the head, the uniform also came with an extra attached hood, inside of which was a black and red spiderweb-like pattern.
Besides the unusual Spider-Woman uniform and hood, a pair of green low-cut specialized shoes were also placed in the compartment.
Gwen didn't think much. She took out the hood, uniform, and shoes, and also took out three ordinary band-aids from the bottom drawer of the wardrobe, tearing them open with a light bite. Soon, as her home pajamas, including her bra and openwork knitwear, scattered on the floor, Gwen also put on the entire Spider-Woman uniform.
Dressed in the Spider-Woman suit...
Gwen's palms gently pressed on the floor, and she moved in a low crouch, like a predator, making no sound as she crawled like a spider.
She tuned the radio on the table to a pure music channel, creating the illusion that she was concentrating on her homework. She raised her hand and pushed open her room window. Looking back at the closed door, she exerted a little force with her hands gripping the windowsill, and her agile and nimble body extended out the window.
It should be known that although Gwen's home was not as high as Vincent's, it was still a ten-story residence, nearly thirty meters high!
Gwen's perspective inverted, and the city shrouded in night below reflected in her eyes in reverse.
She leaped, soaring ten meters into the air, and just as she was about to fall, she flipped her wrist, and an inconspicuous white web shot out, accurately hitting the eaves of the high-rise building next door.
Gwen pulled the resilient web downwards with her hand, her petite body adjusting its angle again as she flew out, following the wailing police sirens downstairs towards the street opposite... At this moment, at the intersection of the opposite street...
Cars parked on the roadside collectively blared their alarms, and many pedestrians screamed "Someone's robbing!" as they fled. An armored car was parked in front of the Central Bank.
However, the armored car's roof, which was claimed to be bulletproof, had been forcefully smashed in, creating a huge dent. A woman in strange armor, holding a retro longsword, was lying on the now-wrecked armored car. Many green U.S. dollar bills were thrown out of the broken compartment, indicating the immense impact force of the fall.
That's right, this so-called 'strange woman' was our classmate Vincent.
It's no wonder people misjudged his gender; Vincent's dress armor was clearly feminine, especially his long silver hair draped over his shoulders, which almost confirmed his immediate perceived gender.
"My God!"
"Who... who exactly are you?"
Two fully armed SWAT officers stood near the armored car. They were stunned for a few seconds, but with their strong psychological fortitude, they still drew their guns and demanded. However, their constantly trembling feet clearly showed they were quite terrified.
"If I said I accidentally fell from my own home on the sixteenth floor and landed here, would you believe me?"
Although Vincent really wanted to answer that way, if he spoke, it would definitely expose the fact that he was a pervert—ahem, a boy.
The main reason was that at this point, any explanation would probably be unconvincing. After all, for a normal person to fall from a sixteen-story height and not only be unharmed but also have their body intact, that's already absurd!
So, after thinking for less than half a second while lying on the armored car...
Vincent ignored the SWAT officers aiming their guns at him. Instead, he flipped over with extreme speed, leaped off the roof of the car, and fled the scene by sprinting along the road!
His current speed was incredibly fast; his movements left afterimages. By the time the SWAT officers reacted, he had already run more than ten meters away!