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 to arrange combat plans in advance, but more importantly, to simultaneously understand the enemy's intentions, and even think of his action route one step earlier than him."

"The reason why your last battle failed was because you didn't do this."

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

"First, you rushed in without finding out how many exits this house has."

"Secondly, when fighting in buildings, we often do not recommend using high-rise raids. Once you start driving the enemy from a high place, he will instinctively run down. If there is an exit on the lower floor, he can safely leave the building."

"The correct way is to either surround the enemy up and down, or raid from bottom to top. If you drive away the enemy from the lower level, then he can only run up and choose to jump out of the window or be trapped indoors and cannot use the ground exit to leave. Do you understand?"

Peter wrote on the coffee table in front and asked, "But I will make trouble if I break the door. What if they are alert? I went in through the window to catch them off guard..."

"Your idea is right. The most important thing about raids in a building is speed. As I said just now, if you want to drive from bottom to top, you must first figure out how many exits the building has, block the exit before taking action, and then break the window into it."

"In fact, I don't really recommend that you use this method. Although you have unique conditions, the other party is fighting at his own home court and he knows the room and the structure more deeply than you."

"Although you hit them unexpectedly, you can enter a strange building and the surrounding environment is completely unfamiliar to you. Once there are any traps in the room, you may not be able to react quickly."

Peter was about to say that he had spider sensing, but he thought about it and Steve said it made sense. Although he saw two people in the room when he hung it on the window, what if the Bull Eye was ambushing and he threw his cup and rushed out of dozens of big men? His spider sensing reaction was OK on the spot, but it was not a prophecy, and it could not be seen through.

Peter wrote and painted in his notebook, and Steve continued: "Besides, you already know that your opponent is a villain who is a cunning rabbit."

"You just said that you think the garbage dump is very suitable for you to fight him, but don't forget that he has been there for much longer than you. Such a cunning enemy must have previewed more than a dozen escape routes in his mind."

"Even if he didn't use tear gas on you, as long as you get a little distracted, he will definitely run away."

Peter sighed and said, "I thought I had planned it very carefully, but I didn't expect there were so many mistakes. It seems that I did lose without any worries."

Steve walked over and sat next to him and patted his shoulder and said, "This is normal. You are already very talented. You have never seen those kids in the army who didn't even dare to go down high altitude. Standing on the rooftop, they were so scared that their legs were trembling, let alone airborne raids. You could do this from the beginning, and they were much better than most of them."

Peter put away his notebook and said, "I will definitely not let him run away next time."

An hour later, Stark was pinching an antenna in the laboratory of Stark Building and said, "Although the tandem method you use is stable, it is completely impossible to maximize the effectiveness of the antenna..."

"Don't tell me any raw material restrictions! When I was in Afghanistan, I still used a pile of ragged iron to form a mecha? When I was 6 years old, I could make a much better computer than you!"

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

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

"It is a spindle overall, so your signal coverage range can be completely different from a perfect circle, and 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 Kitchen signal..."

Peter thoughtfully pointed to the map of Hell Kitchen with a laser pen, and said, "I have found the central intersection of Hell Kitchen, which is the center of the underground waterway I used to rush forward. Do you think we can place a signal device there? What method should I take? I think the method I use now is very stable, but it is indeed not efficient enough..."

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

"I heard that your actions were not going well," Schiller said.

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

"Indeed, this method is simple, crude and effective, but the problem arises. It is too simple and crude, making you ignore many details."

"The traces of the Bull Eye are not as completely unreachable as you think. You just lack a little sense of reconnaissance and anti-reconnaissance."

Peter sat down on the couch, he drank a sip of water, Schiller took out his medical record and said, "Do you know where the most informed place in Hell's Kitchen is?"

Peter shook his head.

"I ask you, what are two things that people cannot escape?"

“Death and taxes?”

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

"I haven't heard of Hell's Kitchen with a hospital or a tax administration..." Peter shook his head and said.

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

Peter said: "Well, I actually thought about it last night. I was a little too impulsive. When I thought of Matt's experience, I wanted to beat that guy up immediately."

"Hell Kitchen does not have a decent hospital or administration, but after the gangsters are in trouble, the gang members will be injured. Will there be doctors to treat them after the injury? Where are these doctors from? Who are they employed? Will there be any special intelligence?"

"Hell Kitchen does not have a tax administration, but the gangsters have collected so many protection fees and so many industries. Do you expect these gang bosses who have not graduated from junior high school to settle the score by themselves?"

"Where did their accountants hire? When will they come? Who among them knows which gang boss? Will you meet the person you are looking for not long ago?"

"In addition, what about the truck drivers who travel through the streets of Hell's Kitchen every day? Where are the taxi and bus drivers?"

"Even if they are gangsters, they always have to eat. Where does Bulleye order meals? Has he hired a chef recently? What about some people? Has he been to any stripper bar? Or recruit prostitutes?"

Schiller pointed to the map opened by Peter with his finger and said, "It is impossible for a human to live in this world to be completely without traces."

"If a person in a society lives in a society, he must have an intersection with other people in this society."

"Maybe, the investigation you imagined is to look for footprints everywhere with a magnifying glass, or to leave some physical traces to make you discover something."

"But in fact, every word he has seen and said will leave more or less traces."

Schiller shook his head and said, "This Bull Eye is not an anti-scout master. If you are willing to take more patience to investigate these things, you don't even have to fight with him."

"Reconnaissance is not the prelude to the battle, but also the elegy of requiem."

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

"I'm not referring to the use of anesthetics, or the use of drugs or poisoning in rice."

"If you can figure out all the social relationships of a person and learn every trace he leaves in society, you can find countless ways to use force to fight and gain big things from these relationships."

"You don't have to cut any thread to detach all the intricate thread balls and tie them to what you want."

Peter did not write and draw on the notebook this time, and he said, "I don't understand this very well, but maybe one day when I use it, I will remember it."

"Actually, I still prefer to swing my fists. I always feel that when I use these methods, the situation may be terrible." Finally, Peter said, accompanied by the sound of the external rolling gate of the clinic falling.

Two days later, a man with a mark on his head was thrown at the door of the Manhattan Police Department.

On the roof of the building opposite, Spider-Man was standing there, watching the police bringing the bullseye in. The streets of New York were still bustling at dusk. This little episode attracted the attention of many pedestrians, but soon, they lowered their heads and hurried over.

"You surprised me." Matt's voice came from behind Spider-Man, who held his cane and said, "How did you do it after just a few days of killing King and the biggest eyeliner in Hell's Kitchen?"

Peter stood at the edge of the roof and heard Matt's voice, he turned around.

He took off the headband of his battle suit, and his fluttering hair turned into floating golden lines in the sunset light behind him. He smiled, with the childishness and cheerfulness unique to this age.
Chapter completed!