The Track of Dawn In the World of Marvel Chapter 162

Chapter 162 45. Black to deep natural powder

Mason and Zack Kang opened their magic suitcases, allowing the team members to choose various equipment that could be used.

This time it was a real battle, so Mason took out all the potions and various expensive engineering creations he had made during this time.

There are even a few wind-up squirrels that look delicate but are filled with high explosives, and an unfinished world zoomer.

Selena is talking to Barbara in the Osborne Tower with the second barrel, instructing them to pay attention to the movements of the cleaners and report them in time, and don't rush to be tough as soon as their brains get hot.

As for Mason, he has nothing to clean up.

This guy always has the best stuff with him.

He would be sitting on a rotten piece of wood by the beach with a penguin umbrella, and in front of him, the old spider Peter Parker was squatting there, smoking cigarettes one by one, looking very melancholy and complicated.

Like Team K, he was clearly caught off guard by what the Goblin had said earlier.

This is still in the psychological reconstruction period.

Mason put down the binoculars in his hand and no longer looked at the nearly fifty strange-looking aircraft that had assembled on the sea, and the terrifying thing that was as huge as a floating island behind the sky and was slowly rising into the sky.

That should be the Cleaner War Mothership that the Green Goblin mentioned. Just by looking at its size, you can tell that it is definitely not easy to mess with.

It's a legion!

Just the aura when it was dispatched has proved this point, like the black tide that drowned the world, without mercy, without emotion, everything turned to ashes wherever it went.

"How are you?"

Mason estimated how much the Osborne Tower's city defense weapon system could kill, then took out a bottle of refreshing potion and poured it into his mouth to ask a question.

"Did you call me?"

Peter raised his head and exhaled a smoke ring.

"Don't call you a ghost!"

Mason curled his lips, patted the rotten wood beside him to signal the old spider to come and sit down, Peter came over with a cigarette in his mouth, and when he approached, Mason made a gesture of prohibiting approaching, he said:

"I'm seventeen years old, I'm a minor, and Spider-Man shouldn't be smoking this thing. This is destroying your lofty impression in my heart."

"Hypocritical."

Peter complained, dropped the cigarette **** and sat beside Mason.

After a few seconds, he said:

"What do you think Norman said"

"Maybe it's true, but it's also possible that you're just lying to me."

Mason took the Sorting Hat from his head, which was in such a good mood that it exploded, humming in his mind all the time, and he said:

"But to be honest, I don't care if it's true or not. I took a job before, it was a murder job, and the target was these cleanups, so this time it can be regarded as beating rabbits.

I won't be happy if you want me to cooperate with the Cleaners, so I know it's a hard bone and I want to gnaw my own teeth, so don't worry about us.

It's you instead.

If what the old Green Goblin said is true, then Peter, your decadence in the past few years is really a waste of time. You have indeed let down the little chance your companions have won for your world.

Based on your ability, if you joined the Stars Club with the Black Widow and the others, you might be mixed up with level personnel now.

Although it is really meaningless to be a puppet leader in a subordinate organization that is willing to be a hound. "

"I don't think he's telling the truth."

The old spider rubbed his face and said:

"But I hope in the bottom of my heart that he's telling the truth.

I hope we have not suffered a shameful betrayal, and I hope that this was all planned in advance, so that I can regain hope in my former companions.

My God.

You can't imagine the desperation when we were alone and helpless facing the army of the Stars and the Cleaners. I saw with my own eyes the scene where Thomson was blown to pieces holding a biological bomb in his arms and died with those bastards

I will never forget. "

"Forget it, don't think about those unhappy things."

Mason reached out and patted the unshaven old spider, took out a set of unopened razors from his bag and threw it to him, pointed to his chin and said:

"There will be a war soon, this time without your trusted friends to accompany you, but I think if you step into the battlefield as a superhero, you should at least maintain your dignity.

Tell me about your spider senses.

You said that it disappeared because of your age. To be honest, I don't really believe it. Once this beast instinct is acquired, it doesn't disappear so easily.

So, what happened that day so badly that your spider senses atrophied? "

"I"

The old spider clenched his fists, obviously being touched by a terrible memory. Under Mason's gaze, he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. While unpacking the razor, he whispered:

"It's not quite right that I forgot it myself. I must have abandoned it. You know I was badly wounded in the battle, and Mary Jane and Harry Osborn lifted me from the ruins. dragged back.

Mary Jane didn't tell you the whole truth.

They shouldn't have gone!

The building was crumbling, but I could have brought out all the people who came to save me, but the feeling that it could be fatal at any time stimulated my brain.

It was howling for me to get out of that place immediately, like a biological survival instinct.

And I chose to follow my escape instinct when I should have planned my move rationally. I took Mary Jane and Harry with me, but the rest of the .

I wanted to go back and save them, but I missed it, I got hurt.

Even Harry in the end.

Hoo. "

He let out a long breath, lowered his head and said:

"That day I became a coward, Spider-Man died that day, and all that survived was a coward named Peter Parker.

I hate myself, Mason.

I hate myself why I didn't die in that battle with the captain and the others. I exchanged my life for losing my friend, which made Jane and I live in pain for the rest of our lives.

As I started to hate myself, my spider sense was weakening day by day, until one night three months later, when I was alone and drunk, I...

I lost it forever, yay!

what are you doing! "

The old spider, who was immersed in memories, didn't notice Mason's small movements. When he was stung and reacted, the needle in Mason's hand had already penetrated into his wrist.

As the young man pressed the switch, a tube of blood was collected by him.

Mason ignored Old Peter's glaring, but threw a tube with only one-third of the remaining liquid into another syringe and threw it to him, saying:

"Fortunately, I can return your lost things to you today, but there are only 30 minutes, you have to seize every second. Friendly reminder, this thing hurts.

And there will be a very serious rejection reaction afterwards.

As for your blood, it will be the reward. "

Mason flicked the tube of Spider-Man's blood in front of him, and said:

"I'm going to take it back and study it, maybe it can help you bring back the spider sense. Oh, by the way, do you have Wolverine here? X-Men?

Mutants or Inhumans? "

"No."

Spiderman looked at the syringe in his hand and said:

"I have heard from those outsiders who went to the shelter to recruit people, that there are Spider-Man like me in many other parallel worlds.

I have also heard the name Wolverine.

They say that in many worlds, Wolverine and I are good buddies, and sometimes it's interesting to listen to their stories, and when I'm drunk, I also fantasize about having such a friend.

Will your life really be that exciting? Mason.

Wandering around in colorful parallel worlds like they boast? "

"It's more exciting than you think, Peter, sometimes it feels too exciting to the point of 'scary'."

Mason pulled a long face and said:

“Just one month after I joined this organization, I personally killed as many people as a company, and their corpses piled up layer upon layer could crush me to death three times.

And just a week ago, I carried out a murder in their headquarters.

Just because my hat tells me those people are damned.

Look, just saying that makes me feel like I've become a psycho. Well, take a break, they're coming. "

Mason stood up, put Spider-Man's blood away and moved his shoulders, turned his head and said to the old spider who started to shave:

"Also, do you know what is the biggest benefit of being Spider-Man in the apocalypse?"

"Is there any benefit to this crap?"

The old spider looked up at Mason and said:

"How do I not notice?"

"You always have to learn to look at things from another angle, Peter, this is because you have a bad mentality."

Mason pouted and said:

"In this world, in this situation, you don't have to worry about being Spider-Man and not being able to make money to support your family, and the life problems that used to plague you and Mary Jane are gone.

You don't have to take on a mortgage or car loan anymore, you don't have to worry about Aunt Mei's medical treatment money, and you don't have to worry about where your daughter's next can of milk powder will come from.

Not to mention being like a pervert and taking pictures of himself with that grumpy old man Jameson for a little money.

Didn't you see the light in your daughter Xiaomei's eyes before?

Do you know what that child needs most right now?

She doesn't need a wealthy father, Peter, she wants her father to become a hero who saves the world again. Huh, children's thinking is so simple.

Children never lie.

So the next battle is not for us or for your dead friends. "

The captain of Team K stepped towards his companions, and without looking back, he said:

"You have lost your own world, you adults who are always immersed in the sorrow of the past are hopeless, but children are still there.

At least take back your daughter's future, right?

You don't want her to live in such a wasteland, do you? Isn't that your responsibility as a father? "

"Tch!"

After Mason walked away, Old Peter snorted and said:

"A seventeen-year-old guy speaks more old-fashioned than I do, these young people pretending to be deep are really disgusting!"

"Yeah, I sometimes think Mason is putting on a show. But you have to admit that his nonsense is very reasonable and passionate, right?"

A voice sounded beside the old spider, which made Spider-Man nod his head in admiration. He was about to echo a few words before reacting abruptly.

Turned his head and took a look.

Mason's black panama hat resting on the rotten wood was grumbling at him with a blurred face poking out of it.

This strange scene left Peter in a daze for several seconds.

Then he patted his cheek and said:

"Hehe, just now he said that he murdered a few people after listening to a hat, I really thought he was joking. Sure enough, terrible facts are often said in a joking way.

Dry!

The lives of the Hounds of these stars are really colorful. "

"Fuck, it's really annoying to have such a headstrong captain! Why are you going to war all of a sudden?"

Captain Jack was whining with a pipe in the sewer of the half-collapsed shelter, beside him was the little old man Jameson with a displeased face.

Not far away, everyone from the entire shelter gathered.

When the earthquake happened just now, these people were gathered by Mary Jane and rushed into a safer underground cave to escape.

At this moment, Mary Jane is still organizing people to enter the ruins to search for those who have not yet escaped.

"Negotiations have reached an impasse! Just at this time."

Jack exhaled smoke rings and said to the mayor of the sanctuary who was full of foul words and complained about the world:

"I said, give those lizard people your underground city if they want it, there is no need to hold on to this broken place and not let go, we need reinforcements now.

There is a war over there!

If I don't get someone there in time, my new boss and my girlfriend and my old lover will be screwed. "

"You know what a fart!"

Jameson, who was full of foul words, cursed:

"The shelter is the only safe place around here!

Although the outside virus has disappeared long ago, the water source is still poisonous. Without the water purification equipment in the shelter, all of us would die of thirst without a single thought!

What do you think those lizards want a sanctuary for?

They want that too. "

While talking, the bad-tempered former newspaper boss stared at several tribes of lizardmen gathered not far away with hatred, spat **** the ground, and said:

“Although they can drink sewage for a living, who wouldn't want to recall the good old days? They've been stealing our synthetic bread and filtered water before, they're so wicked!

Besides, I don't care about your cunning outsider negotiating with the Lizardmen!

You are going to drag them to help that big liar!

Phew!

You think I'll help you?

Don't even think about it!

I've **** Spider-Man all my life! do you know? I've had **** with him since over ten years ago, that **** lied to me, he lied to the whole city!

If my newspaper office is still there, I will definitely want those editors to write a few pungent articles and scold Spider-Man for his inaction!

TMD!

The shelters collapsed and he didn't come out to save people!

Fight war, fight war, shit!

There are only so few people left in New York. Didn't he swear to protect us? Should he look back and see what he has protected! "

Frowning, thinking about how to hurry up and fool the people of the underground to help fight the war, Captain Jack has no time to listen to the cynical little old man next to him complaining.

But he can't listen.

However, Jack could taste it when he heard it.

He glanced at the irritable Mayor Jameson beside him with a strange look, rolled his eyes again, and said:

"I heard from Mary Jane that since Spider-Man debuted in New York City, you have been his deadly enemy. I heard that you alone caused him as much trouble as the entire Sinister Six."

"That is."

Jameson snorted proudly, and the bald old man said triumphantly with a cigar in his mouth:

"When it comes to making trouble for Spider-Man, who in New York City can compare to me? Those second- and third-line villains shamelessly claim that they are Spider-Man's old enemies.

I bother!

I, Jameson, didn't even speak, but they also have the face to say that they are Spider-Man's old enemies?

Let me tell you, outsider.

Although the time of fighting wits and courage with Spider-Man is only about ten years, which is too short compared with my magnificent life of achieving nothing, but those ten years are really the best time I have ever lived.

The days when I write articles every day against that liar are really cool, as if people are many years younger.

that's the kind

how to say? "

Jameson scratched his bald scalp, frowned and said:

"It's like fate! Without Spider-Man, Jameson is just the owner of a half-dead third-rate newspaper in New York, but with Spider-Man, my Daily Bugle can also be among the top.

Tch, if he wasn't a liar who tricked me into paying his salary for more than ten years, I might be able to become friends with him. "

"Yeah! I know how it feels."

Jack blinked, feeling that he had found a way to break the situation, and said to Jameson:

"I had a friend named Hector, a complete scumbag, he nearly killed me seven times, and I fought back every time, you know what I mean?

Obviously wished to kill the other party.

But every time you are in trouble, you are the first to think of asking him for help.

This is the relationship between an enemy and a friend.

You see, the happiest time of your life is when you fight Spider-Man, that's what you said, old Mr. Jameson. "

The captain curled his lips and said quietly:

"Then I think you must have been very lonely in the past few years when Spider-Man retired? Look at you, you have become so old all of a sudden, and you shouldn't be so decayed according to your age.

You know, the value of a person in the eyes of other people is often compared with his enemies.

Without Spider-Man, you are just an ordinary survivor in the doomsday world, but if Spider-Man reappears in the wasteland, then you.

And your daily bugle, right?

Even forming a small group dedicated to fighting Spider-Man, you see, can a fighter without an old enemy still be called a fighter? So right now, it shouldn't be me who should think about helping Spider-Man the most!

It should be you.

If Peter Parker unfortunately dies tonight.

You think about it.

How boring your life would be without that annoying liar. "

Jameson froze in place.

The grumpy little old man felt that Captain Jack's idea was not right.

But he couldn't tell exactly what was wrong.

Thinking about what Jack said, Jameson was shocked. He found that if Peter Parker was really dead, the biggest reason that had supported him in the apocalypse until now would be gone!

He wants to expose the true face of that liar and make him cast aside!

What's the point of the truth if the liar is dead?

"Dry!"

The old man swung his cane violently and cursed:

"Don't think about that despicable liar Peter Parker! He must live and honestly go to the trial seat and repay the wages I have paid him all these years!

right!

That's it!

you!

Outsiders!

You look like a smart guy, you must have some ideas about convincing those unbelievable **** lizard people, come, talk to me, see if I can help? "

(end of this chapter)

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