Multiversal Wanderer: Starting in Naruto-Chapter 78: Gwen and George

The next step was easy. All Uzumaki Asaoka had to do now was wait for the police to show up. Soon enough, the commotion in the alley drew a large crowd of onlookers. When people saw the six men lying on the ground wearing gang uniforms, they quickly realized which group was involved—and that only fueled their curiosity.

"Whoever said Americans don't like watching drama clearly never lived here," Asaoka muttered, surprised at the number of people gathering around. Still, it wasn't a huge deal. At most, it would just draw some extra attention.

Moments later, the New York Police Department arrived, responding to the flood of emergency calls from the crowd.

"Drop your weapons!" several officers shouted as they jumped out of their cruisers, guns trained on Asaoka and his group. Standard NYPD protocol: disarm both sides first, ask questions later.

"Officer, take a closer look. We're only carrying bulletproof shields. No firearms, no blades," Asaoka called out, forcing a calm tone while cursing their stupidity in his head.

"Blast shields are still considered prohibited weapons!" one cop snapped.

"I refuse to hand it over," one Uzumaki member cut in coldly. "We're affiliated with the Uchiha Agency, and we have a legal weapons permit. See that armed helicopter circling overhead? That's part of our equipment—also fully registered. Officer, we're not looking to create friction with NYPD, but we won't be disrespected either."

Before the tension could escalate further, a new police car pulled up. A white-haired man in uniform stepped out.

"Chief George Stacy? You came in person?" one of the officers exclaimed.

"If I didn't, the NYPD would be a damn laughingstock by now," George Stacy snapped. "Put your guns down! Can't you see the suspects are already restrained? Load them into the cruisers. I want full statements from these Viper punks—we're putting them away for good."

"Yes, Chief!" the officers responded quickly.

As the gang members were escorted away under the gaze of the curious crowd, Asaoka lowered his shield. He understood how modern society worked. No need to escalate things now that the chief himself had taken over.

"Thank you all for your efforts in keeping New York safe," George Stacy said diplomatically. It was clear why he'd risen so high, so young. Despite the embarrassment the police had just suffered, he remained professional—no dirty games, no petty retaliation. Just grace and politics.

"But next time something like this goes down," he added with a tight smile, "call us first. Trust the NYPD's enforcement capabilities. We can protect this city."

George's message was clear: the Uchiha Agency may have legal authority to operate in New York, but they weren't above the law. Cooperation was fine—power struggles were not.

Asaoka returned the gesture with equal tact. "Of course we trust the NYPD, Chief. But sometimes scumbags like these spread too fast—like cockroaches. We step in only when we have to. And don't worry, we're a fully legal organization. Our legal team will be in touch. I assume you don't want these thugs to walk free either?"

"Well then," George said with a faint smirk. "Is this the Uchiha Agency's official stance?"

"I can only speak for myself," Asaoka replied coolly. "The Uchiha Agency issues missions. We just carry them out. No interest in clashing with the NYPD. But don't interfere too much, Chief."

With that, Asaoka and his group turned and walked away. The conversation was over.

"Chief, all Viper Gang members are in custody!"

"Good. Let's move."

Back at NYPD headquarters, George Stacy stormed into his office and slammed the door shut. Moments later, the sound of his favorite mug shattering echoed through the building.

"Goddamn it! Where are they getting all this funding?" he roared. "Stretching their operations into Manhattan—do they think I'm just gonna stand by?"

He paced angrily, fuming over how the Uchiha Agency had publicly made the NYPD look weak. The way those Viper punks looked at him, like he was a joke—it was unbearable.

"Why's the Chief in such a bad mood today?" one officer asked cautiously.

"He's been raging ever since that scene in Manhattan," another replied. "Best stay out of his way unless you wanna be his next target."

Just then, a young girl with a schoolbag poked her head into the precinct lobby. "Excuse me... is my dad here?"

Everyone relaxed instantly. They all knew her.

"Oh hey, Gwen," one of the officers smiled. "Yeah, your dad's in his office. But be careful—he's a little fired up today."

"Thanks, Uncle. Don't worry, Daddy's never mad at me."

Gwen Stacy—George's beloved daughter. She was a junior high student at a nearby school and usually got a ride home with her father. At first, her classmates thought it was weird she was picked up in a police car every day... until they realized who her dad was. After that, not a single boy dared confess their feelings to her.

One poor guy did try—and was caught red-handed by George, who half-jokingly threatened to toss the kid in a holding cell. That poor soul nearly switched schools, only staying thanks to his homeroom teacher's intervention.

On the bright side, Gwen no longer had to deal with any annoying, overconfident boys. On the downside, any hope of experiencing normal teenage romance had been flushed down the toilet—thanks to her dad.

Gwen walked confidently into the office.

"Dad, I heard someone made you mad today," she said sweetly.

George's demeanor changed instantly. His anger vanished like magic. "Gwen, sweetheart! Who told you that? Daddy's in a great mood! Tell me where you want to go today, and we're outta here."

"Let's go to Central Park!" Gwen beamed. "My biology teacher said we can bring insects for class tomorrow, so I wanna catch some."

"Well, anything for my baby. Central Park it is!"

He scooped her up in his arms, walked her to the car, and drove straight to Manhattan's Central Park. Back at the precinct, a collective sigh of relief swept through the station.

"Boss finally left. Thank God," one officer said. "Let's finish the paperwork and get those Viper thugs into court ASAP. Trust me, the Chief doesn't want to see their faces again."

Meanwhile, George and Gwen reached Central Park. As New York's largest green space, the park was home to all kinds of small animals. Thanks to the city's overflowing garbage every night, these little critters had a constant food supply. Even in the heart of Manhattan, they thrived—just like the people.

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"Dad, a white-fronted stilt spider, a belly spider, a giant crab spider... Oh! A rhinoceros beetle! That one's pretty rare."

George Stacy always felt proud of his daughter. Gwen wasn't just smart—she was exceptional. Her grades were top-tier, she was athletic, socially sharp, and honestly, the kind of kid other parents bragged about. Most girls her age screamed at bugs. Gwen? She was making insect specimens and could name nearly every common species.

"The rhinoceros beetle is pretty stunning. What do you think, Gwen? Like that golden one?"

Gwen shrugged, her eyes lighting up. "They're cool and all, but I don't know why—I've always been more into spiders. I'm, like, weirdly obsessed with them."

Maybe, somewhere deep down, she already sensed it—that in the Marvel multiverse, spiders and Gwens were always connected. Whether fate dealt good or bad, that spider thread always seemed to cling to her.

They wandered through two of Manhattan's parks, spotting bugs here and there, though nothing truly exotic. Eventually, George spotted a dessert stand.

"I'll get us some ice cream. Wait for me on that bench, okay?"

"Vanilla," Gwen said with a grin.

George strolled to the stand. "Two vanilla ice creams and an iced Coke. Thanks." He paid quickly, already turning back with the tray in hand—only to freeze when he looked up.

His heart almost stopped.

"Let go of me! What do you want?!"

A black man with gang tattoos had a revolver aimed right at Gwen's head.

"Hey, Chief George Stacy. Been a while, huh? That your daughter? Cute." The man sneered, clearly recognizing George and very aware that he was the chief of the NYPD.

George's instincts screamed at him—this was no random robbery. This guy wanted revenge.

Who the hell would dare target the NYPD chief's daughter in broad daylight? Who did he think he was, Ribashi?

George felt cold sweat trickle down his back. The guy holding Gwen wasn't just a criminal—he was twitching, eyes sunken, hands trembling. A drug addict. Worse, he looked freshly high. No control. No rational thought. And he had a loaded revolver pressed against Gwen's head.

"Look, if you know who I am, you know who she is," George said carefully. "You want something? Say it. Just let her go."

Delay was dangerous. Every second gave the addict more time to spiral.

"What if I wanna be the chief's son-in-law?" The man licked his lips, his eyes gleaming with something far worse than madness.

Gwen tensed. She'd seen trouble before, but this guy? This guy scared her.

"Let's not waste time with sick jokes," George said, forcing calm into his voice. "Tell me what you want. We'll talk."

The addict grinned. "Fine. Hundred pounds of weed."

George clenched his jaw. "That's ridiculous. I'm a cop. You're a drug dealer. Where would I get a hundred pounds of marijuana? Even if I could—what would you do with it? You'd never get away. It'd just slow you down."

"Ohh, listen to Chief Stacy thinking it through."

The man chuckled darkly, then leaned in closer to Gwen. "Okay, okay. Real talk. I want Dignikos out of Cobras Prison."

George's eyes darkened. "You're joking."

Cobras Prison was where the worst of the worst were kept—mass murderers, rapists, lifers. Maximum security. No one just walked in and got someone out, not even the NYPD chief.

"What's he in for?" George asked, voice low.

"Rape and murder of some young girl. Sound familiar?" The man's tone was mocking, twisted.

Gwen's breath hitched. Her eyes widened. She knew exactly what that meant.

George's hand moved toward his holster. He slowly flicked the safety off his service revolver.

"Oh? You gonna shoot me, Chief?" the addict laughed. "Think you're faster than me?" He jammed the barrel tighter against Gwen's temple, crouching behind her for cover. "Maybe your bullet goes through her head and hits me too. Wanna take that chance?"

George didn't move. Any sign of aggression, and his daughter could die.

Then—an unfamiliar voice broke the tension.

"Excuse me... are you guys filming something?"

George and Gwen turned slightly. A tall man was standing a few feet away, casually observing the scene.

"George Stacy, right? NYPD Chief? And... Gwen Stacy?"

The man didn't seem nervous at all. In fact, he looked like he was just out for a walk.

Gwen didn't know why, but something about the man felt... different. Safe, even. So she nodded.

"Asian monkey!" the addict snapped, pointing his gun at the newcomer. "Piss off! This ain't your business!"

The man's expression darkened. "I hate racist pricks like you."

His tone shifted, calm but dangerous. Su Xiuyu—undercover, always alert—had seen enough. And America? America loved guns. Talk without one, and no one took you seriously.

He didn't carry one—but he didn't need it.

"Chisato," he said softly. "Just a little Genjutsu. Don't get blood everywhere."

"Yes, Brother Xiuyu," Chisato replied with a shy nod.

With just a glance from her Sharingan, Chisato took control of the addict's mind. A mere civilian? He had no defense.

She made him pull the trigger.

Bang!

The threat was over before anyone even processed it. One shot. Suicide.

Su Xiuyu turned to Gwen, giving her a gentle smile. He patted her head.

"Be good, and stay close to your dad. Take care."

Then, with a flicker, he vanished.

George blinked. The man had disappeared. Just like that.

The drug addict lay dead at Gwen's feet—gun still in hand.

George dropped to his knees beside his daughter, pulling her into his arms.

"Gwen, baby, are you okay? Are you hurt? Talk to me—do you feel anything? Pain? Dizzy? Anything?"

"I'm okay," Gwen whispered, hugging him back tightly. "I'm okay, Dad..."

But the tremble in her voice told him everything.

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