Chapter 145 28 Even Though I Lost My Dream and My Family Was Separated, I Was Still Forced to Open a Business [810]

Chapter 145 28. Even though I lost my dream and my family was separated, I was still forced to open a business——【810】

(Added update for brother "Wyatt2048")

Peter Parker stood in front of the passage leading to the underground shelter. He was about to change back into ordinary people's clothes before entering the "home" where he had been for several years.

The entire Vault knows that Spider-Man is protecting them, but even as the future arrives, Peter still struggles to maintain his "secret identity."

Even though in this shitty day and age there's absolutely no need for him to do that.

But the past haunted him and turned that hiding into an unbreakable habit.

He walked into his secret "changing room" in the darkness without turning on the lights. He opened the cabinet where the uniforms were hidden and a small light came on, illuminating Peter's eyes.

Spider-Man silently took off his hood and threw it in the cabinet, then grabbed the edge of his shirt with both hands and took it off with some difficulty. When the tights were taken off, his suppressed belly suddenly "jumped" come out.

Seeing the fat on his "free weight" belly beating, Peter was speechless for several seconds before letting out a long sigh.

He seemed to be reminded of the "scenery" of his youth, when he still had eight-pack abs and could wander around the city all day without feeling tired.

But now it doesn't work.

Now he can't even deal with a group of mutated zombies.

Has the strength weakened?

Peter asked himself, clenched his fist again and felt the power in his body that was much lower than at its peak but still terrifying. Then he got the answer to this question for the nth time.

Maybe it’s the mentality that has changed?

After all, an old man in his thirties and a young man in his twenties view the world differently, especially after experiencing the death of Aunt May, the breakup and divorce of Mary Jane, and attending the wedding of his ex-wife and becoming her daughter. The man who failed, witnessed the collapse of the world with his own eyes, the end of the world after his friend died in battle

Peter shrugged, returning to his past many years of experience and feeling relieved.

Even superheroes have enough reasons to change their mentality after experiencing all these bad things.

The city is gone anyway.

Anyway, Spider-Man's current existence is just a large security guard for the shelter, and his life seems to not have much meaning anymore.

"Snapped"

The long-broken light in the dressing room was suddenly turned on, causing Spider-Man, who was in a state of strange emotional outburst, to turn around warily.

Then he saw the strange young man standing at the door holding a strange-shaped multifunctional saber. He had just repaired the aging circuit.

So in this narrow dressing room, Mason, who was not wearing a helmet, and Peter Parker, who had just taken off his shirt and was only wearing a white vest, looked at each other under the light of incandescent lamps.

"Uh, sorry, I didn't know there was anyone here."

Mason's eyes couldn't help but fall on Peter Parker's belly that was too "bloated" for a superhero. The belly almost popped out from under his vest.

Hey, even I, a 17-year-old high school dropout, have six-pack abs. Is it really okay for you, a superhero, to fail so badly in body management?

Mason looked away with a strange expression, then took the initiative to apologize and said:

"Because you didn't make a sound, and we weren't allowed into your shelter but needed a place to stay overnight. Let me just ask, how did you get into such a shape?

Theoretically, the super spider gene can allow you to have a super strong body that can defeat more than a dozen people when you are eighty years old.

How you indulge yourself!

Ten bottles of happy water and thirty high-calorie burgers a day? "

"Shut up!"

The middle-aged Spider-Man scolded him angrily, threw his suit jacket into the cabinet, took off his pants, and then took out a loose gray sportswear and put it on.

When he closed the combination cabinet, the sharp-eyed Mason glanced at the old photo taped to the cabinet door.

It was a kind old lady taking a photo with young Peter.

Both people are smiling in the photo.

The decadent man in front of him had obviously not smiled for a long time.

"So, Aunt Mei has"

Mason was silent for a few seconds and said softly:

"Did you leave in the apocalypse?"

"It has nothing to do with you! Outsider."

Spider-Man pulled up the hood of his sportswear over his messy brown hair and said:

"Don't ask around. Don't bring your people into the shelter. I will keep an eye on you. There is a utility room thirty meters away from the fork on the left, which is enough for you to rest."

After saying that, the cold middle-aged Spider-Man walked past Mason and planned to leave.

The aura of keeping strangers away from him is really obvious.

Not even some kind of disguise.

That seems to be where his life is now.

"You know, I loved reading comics when I was little."

When Spider-Man walked to the door, Mason suddenly said:

"I have a very bad family. I learned not long ago that the father who kept beating me was not my father. When I was beaten until my nose was bruised and my face was swollen, I would hide in my little bed in the utility room and read comics to escape. Reality.

I have two favorite superheroes.

One is called Batman.

He would beat criminals like my father until they broke bones in the dark city with his bare hands. The other one was called Wolverine, and he was even more outrageous.

Always like to make bad guys into kebabs. "

Spider-Man continued to move forward indifferently, and then Mason put his hand on his shoulder and said:

"But you were my third favorite superhero when I was a kid. It's not that you're not as charming as Master and Logan. It's just that I thought you were too kind when I was young.

But as I grew up, I gradually realized that it was impossible for me to become someone like Master or Logan, but as long as I kept a kind heart, I could become you. "

Mason whispered:

"Peter Parker, what happened to you to become like this?

I'm really curious about your story with this world. Judging from your current living situation, you probably don't have many friends. After you go back, you'll be alone and sulky.

So why don't you take a moment and tell me about it? "

"I have no obligation to satisfy your idle curiosity, outsider."

Peter pushed Mason's hand away and said angrily and sarcastically:

"Why don't you meet your companions at Osborne Tower? Perhaps the Sandman would be interested in telling you what he and his bastard friends have done to the world."

"The purpose of my trip is to kill the Sandman."

Mason said quietly:

"My companions have lurked into the Osborne Tower. If you are patient, you may be able to see with your own eyes how the Sandman and his team members were executed by us.

Oh, right.

The reason why Sandman fled back to this world in embarrassment is because I sold him and his bastard friends to my powerful allies in my world.

It was I who opened the door to the world with my own hands and sent him back.

If you hate him, Peter.

That would be reason enough for you to adopt a softer and kinder way of speaking to me. "

As he spoke, Mason took out the secret execution order signed by Mr. Hunter and handed it to Spider-Man. The latter was stunned for a moment, took it in his hand, looked at it, and then looked at Mason with a sincere face suspiciously.

After being silent for more than ten seconds, he said:

"You want to get information from me?"

"Um."

Mason nodded and acknowledged:

"You can think so, but what I just said is not false. If you have been in contact with outsiders, you should know that in many parallel worlds, your legends and stories exist in the form of comics or movies.

I know every version of your story by heart, Peter, you and Mary Jane, you and Gwen Stacy, you and the Black Cat, you and the Black Widow, etc.”

"I have never had any deep interaction with the Black Widow! Don't slander me, you bastard!"

The middle-aged Spider-Man curled his lips and said:

"And the Avengers are long gone. In the year before the end of the world, they died and escaped, and many of them became one of you.

Black Widow.

I heard she was one of the first people to leave, right after Hawkeye and Braised Egg became zombies, and those two guys are probably still wandering in the desert ruins of Nevada. "

Maybe it was what Mason brought out that made Spider-Man feel his sincerity. In short, this middle-aged superhero who was decadent and had lost his dreams was not in a hurry to leave.

Although he still looked depressed and cynical, he did start to tell Mason some things.

"Do you have any cigarettes? Have one. It's hard to find such a treat in this poor place."

he asked.

Mason took out a pack of Silka cigarettes from his bag. This was one of the "tactical rations" that Zha Kang left with him. He had brought several boxes to that bastard last time and they haven't used them up yet.

He personally delivered it to the middle-aged Spider-Man and lit it with magic fire.

Peter Parker, who had completely failed in body management, leaned against the peeling wall, puffing out smoke skillfully while rubbing his stubble-covered chin.

The thick dark circles formed by staying up late for a long time looked at Mason up and down.

As the smoke rose, he said:

"Based on the quality of the various outsiders I have seen, you are indeed a bit too young. What do you want to know? Ask, for the sake of this pack of cigarettes, I can give you fifteen minutes."

"Can I take thirty minutes instead?"

Mason blinked, took out a few more packs of Silka cigarettes and handed them over.

This move made the middle-aged Spider-Man sneer, but he did not refuse. After accepting the order, he motioned with his chin that Mason could start asking.

"What's going on here?"

Mason got right to the point:

"Is the rest of the world still there? What about the earthquakes that must happen every thirty minutes?"

"Here are three questions!"

Spider-Man snorted and said:

“But it boils down to one answer, there’s an apocalypse here, and as you can see a bad virus has taken over the world and turned it upside down overnight.

Those who were infected turned into another form. Guys like Kingpin got a kind of "rebirth" after death. Safe cities became dangerous, but the wilderness became popular real estate.

The Avengers, torn apart by the Civil War, struggled to regroup and prepare for a counterattack.

Unfortunately, there were internal differences. Some people continued to fight, while others rebelled and surrendered to the enemy. The warriors are all dead, wandering in humiliation among the ruins of the world, and some have been taken away.

Then one after another outsiders regarded this place as, well, some kind of 'talent market'?

People who were valuable in their eyes were taken away, such as Gwen and Frank, and the rest were suffering in silence, waiting for the dawn of hope that might never come.

As for the rest of the world, I can only tell you that I don't know.

At least in North America, only the large gathering place of Osborne Tower is left, but it is Osborne's property, and the Green Goblin is the first batch of bastards to surrender to the new owner.

He relied on a successful horizontal jump to become a powerful man in the apocalypse.

I guess the more and more frequent earthquakes must be related to that tower, but I don’t know what they are doing specifically, and I am not even interested. "

Peter Parker was silent for a moment, then threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stamped on it, and said:

"It's already difficult for us to live, and everything outside is meaningless to us."

He popped out another cigarette, glanced at the thoughtful Mason again, and said:

"Even if you execute the Sandman and kill the Green Goblin by the way, it doesn't make any sense. They are not the ones who really rule this apocalypse. You have an army stationed on the island outside Osborn City, and it was they who defeated the Avengers.

I saw it with my own eyes, even Thor was

Ah, what a terrible day. "

"That's not our military, and while it's true that it's a 'fraternal agency,' we're really just a bunch of ill-intentioned explorers, and it's not our job to fight."

Mason shrugged, corrected Peter, and asked again:

"Is there still a resistance organization here? I mean those who secretly resist Osborne's rule. If they want to quietly enter the city to complete the execution of the traitors, I may need some help."

"Yes, I have."

The middle-aged Spider-Man grinned and snapped his fingers to signal Mason to follow.

He didn't say anything about not allowing Team K to enter the shelter. After a series of complicated identity verifications, Peter, smoking in his mouth, led four people into an elevator that went directly underground.

After several minutes of descending, they reached the shelter, which was at least a hundred meters underground.

When the elevator door opens, what comes into view is a completely hollowed-out super-large underground cave. Artificial lighting facilities extend from before Mason's eyes to the end several kilometers away.

It is like an underground workshop, with complete residential areas and roads planned.

If you don't count the dim rock formations around it, it's almost not much different from a small town.

When Mason raised his head, he could still vaguely see the Avengers and SHIELD logos on the graffiti-covered metal wall, but that was probably a long time ago.

"Go straight along Manhattan Street and turn left at the third intersection to the sixth house. That is where the resistance organization is located."

Peter patted Mason on the shoulder and said:

"Go ahead and find someone who will help you and then leave me alone, I have a date at the bar tonight and thanks again for the cigarettes young man."

After saying that, this decadent guy put on his sunglasses and left in a swagger. On the way, he even whistled with a few gorgeously dressed young ladies and looked familiar.

This scene was nothing special to the other three members of Team K.

But for Mason, it was a bit shocking. He didn't expect that a kind person like Spider-Man would have such a free and easy side?

On the way to the resistance organization, Barbara asked curiously. Mason thought for a while and answered briefly:

"Can you imagine Batman dragging his bloated figure to give up night patrol one day, ignoring the chaotic Gotham, smoking and drinking every day and perming his hair, and then giving up Selina and Thalia to hang out with a group of roadside dancers?

If you can't imagine it, then you can understand how I feel now. "

"Huh? Are you comparing that decadent weird uncle just now to Bruce?"

Barbara said in surprise:

"Isn't this too exaggerated?"

"exaggerate?"

Mason curled his lips and said:

"You really don't know anything about exaggeration, Barbara. The things that guy did when he was young and glorious, even if Bruce came over, he would be willing to give a thumbs up.

Although their behavior is completely different, they are indeed the same type of people. "

"That guy is very powerful, very powerful in every aspect."

Er Tong, who had been silent all this time, said in a low voice while observing the surrounding environment:

“In purely physical combat, it would be difficult for Bruce to defeat him.

If we were fighting for our lives, he could crush me to death with at most fifty strokes. It seems that he is secretly protecting this place, otherwise the thousands of people here would not be able to resist the enhanced zombies outside. "

"That person gave me a weird feeling."

Captain Jack looked at the brightly lit little houses on both sides of the road and expressed his own opinion:

"He's not really tired of this world. I can feel that he just has no reason to go on. Do you know that feeling?

Like a kite with its string broken, there is nothing pulling him and he doesn't know where to float. "

"Aunt May is dead."

Mason sighed and said:

"He drove Gwen away with his own hands, saw his friends die on the battlefield, watched his former comrades defect to the enemy and rebel, and the city he had been guarding turned into ruins.

Indeed, all the reasons worth fighting for him were gone.

But that’s not right! "

Mason frowned and said:

"Mary Jane should still be there. With that woman here, there's no way Peter could be so decadent. Huh?"

Mason pushed open the door of the resistance organization in front of him, and at a glance he saw a big sister with long red hair sitting behind her desk with a bored look on her face, holding a lady's cigarette in her hand and looking out the window melancholy.

Judging from the dusty nameplate on the table, this lady is the "leader of the resistance" that Peter mentioned?

"Wait."

Mason stared at her and said in a strange tone:

"Mary Jane?"