Chapter 162 45 Black to Deep Natural Pink

Chapter 162 45. Black to deep natural pink

Mason and Zha Kang opened their respective magic suitcases and allowed the team members to choose various equipment that could be used.

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

There are even some delicate-looking clockwork squirrels filled with high explosives and an unfinished world magnifier.

Selina was talking to Ergong from Barbara in the Osborne Tower, instructing them to pay attention to the movements of the cleaners and report them in time, and not to rush in and attack them when their brains got hot.

As for Mason, he has nothing to deal with.

This guy always has the best stuff with him.

He would be sitting on a piece of rotten 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 with a complicated expression.

Like Team K, he was obviously caught off guard by what the Green Goblin had said before.

This is still a period of psychological reconstruction.

Mason put down the telescope in his hand and no longer looked at the nearly fifty strange-looking aircraft that had assembled on the sea, as well as the terrifying thing behind the sky that was as huge as a floating island 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 that thing is definitely not easy to mess with.

This is an army!

Just the momentum when dispatched has already proved this. It is like a black tide flooding the world. There is no mercy or emotion, and everything turns to ashes wherever it goes.

"How are you?"

Mason estimated how many Osborne Tower's city defense weapon systems could kill, then took out a bottle of refreshing potion and poured it into his mouth and asked.

"Did you call me?"

Peter raised his head and blew out a smoke ring.

"I'm not calling you a ghost!"

Mason curled his lips and patted the rotten wood next to him to signal the old spider to come over and sit down. Peter came over with a cigarette in his mouth. When he came closer, Mason made a gesture prohibiting him from getting closer. He said:

"I'm seventeen, a minor, and Spider-Man shouldn't smoke this thing. You're destroying your noble impression in my heart."

"Pretentious."

Peter complained, dropped the cigarette butt and sat next to Mason.

After a few seconds, he said:

"What do you think Norman said?"

"Maybe it's true, but maybe it's just a lie."

Mason took the Sorting Hat off his head and said:

"But to be honest, I don't care about the truth. I took a job before, it was a killing job, and the target was these liquidators, so this time it was just a hunt for rabbits.

I won't be happy if you want me to cooperate with the cleaners, so I know it's a tough nut to crack and I want to chew on it, so don't worry about us.

It's you.

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

With your ability, if you had joined the Star Club with Black Widow and the others, you might have become an A-class person now.

Although being a figurehead in a lower-level organization that is willing to be a hunting dog is indeed not interesting. "

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

The old spider rubbed his face and said:

“But I hope from the bottom of my heart he is telling the truth.

I hope we didn't suffer a shameful betrayal, I hope it was all planned in advance so that I could have renewed hope in my former companions.

Oh my god.

You can't even imagine the despair we felt that day when we faced the Star Alliance and the army of liquidators alone. I saw with my own eyes that Thomson was blown to pieces and his arms were holding a biological bomb and he died together with those bastards.

I'll never forget it. "

"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 luggage and threw it to him, pointed to his chin and said:

"There will be a war soon. This time you won't have your trusted friends with you, but I think if you are going to the battlefield as a superhero, you should at least maintain your dignity.

Tell me about your spider sense.

You said it disappeared because you got older. To be honest, I don't really believe it. Once acquired, this beastly intuition will not disappear so easily.

So, what happened that day that was so bad that it took away your spider senses? "

"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:

"I forgot it myself. It's not right to say that. I should have abandoned it. You know I was seriously injured in that battle. It was Mary Jane and Harry Osborn who pulled me out of the ruins." Drag it back.

Mary Jane didn't tell you the whole truth.

They shouldn't have gone!

The building was already 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 leave that place immediately, like a biological survival instinct.

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

I wanted to go back and save them, but I didn't catch up and I was injured.

Even Harry in the end.

call. "

He took a deep 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 hated myself for not dying in that battle with the captain and the others. I exchanged my life at the cost of losing my friends, leaving Jian and I to live in pain for the rest of our lives.

As I began to hate myself, my spider sense weakened day by day, until one night after three months, when I was drunk alone, I...

I've lost it forever, ah!

what are you doing! "

The old spider, immersed in memories, did not notice Mason's little movement. When he reacted to the sting, the needle in Mason's hand had already pierced his wrist.

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

Mason ignored Old Peter's glare, but waved his hand, put a tube with only one-third of the liquid left into another syringe, and threw it to him, saying:

"You're lucky. I can give you back what you lost today, but it only lasts 30 minutes. You have to seize every second. Friendly reminder, this thing hurts.

And there will be very serious rejection reactions 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 I can help you bring back your spider senses. Oh, by the way, do you have Wolverine here? X-Men?

Mutants or Inhumans or something? "

"No."

Spider-Man looked at the syringe in his hand and said:

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

I have also heard the name Wolverine.

They said that in many worlds, Wolverine and I were good buddies. Sometimes it was interesting to listen to their stories. When I was drunk, I would also imagine if I could have such a friend.

Will your life really be that exciting? Mason.

Wandering around in a colorful parallel world like they boast? "

"It's more exciting than you think, Peter. Sometimes it feels too exciting to the point of being 'horrifying'."

Mason said with a long face:

"I have only been in this organization for a month, and I have killed as many people as a company with my own hands. The pile of their corpses could crush me to death three times.

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

Just because my hat tells me those people deserve to die.

Look, just saying these words makes me feel like I have become a psycho. Well, take a rest, they are coming soon. "

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

"Also, you know, what's the best thing about being Spider-Man in the apocalypse?"

"Is there any benefit to this nonsense?"

The old spider looked up at Mason and said:

"How do I not notice?"

"You 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 able to make money to support your family after becoming Spider-Man, and the problems that once plagued your and Mary Jane's lives are gone.

You no longer have to shoulder a mortgage and car loan, you no longer have to worry about Aunt Mei’s medical treatment, and you no longer have to think about where your daughter’s next can of milk powder will come from.

There's no need to act like a pervert and take photos of yourself for that grumpy old man Jameson just 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. Phew, children's ideas are so simple.

Children never lie.

So this next battle is not for us or for your friends who died. "

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

“You have lost your world, you adults who are always immersed in the sorrow of the past are no longer saved, but the children are.

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

You don’t want her to live in such a wasteland, right? Isn't this your responsibility as a father? "

"whispering sound!"

After Mason walked away, Old Peter sneered and said:

"A seventeen-year-old guy speaks more sensibly than I do. The pensive looks of these young people are really disgusting!"

"Yes, sometimes I think Mason is pretentious. But you have to admit that his nonsense is very reasonable and passionate, right?"

A voice sounded next to the old spider, making Spider-Man nod in agreement. He was about to echo a few words and then reacted suddenly.

Turn around and look.

The black Panama hat Mason placed on the rotten wood was dented with a vague human face grumbling at him.

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

Then he patted his cheek and said:

"Haha, just now he said that he listened to a hat and murdered several people. I really thought he was joking. Sure enough, terrible facts are often told in a joke.

Dry!

The lives of these Star Club hunting dogs are really colorful. "

——

"Damn it, it's really annoying to have such a willful captain! Why is he suddenly going to war?"

Captain Jack was smoking his pipe and grumbling in the sewer of the half-collapsed shelter. Next to him was the unhappy little old man Jameson.

Not far away everyone in the entire shelter gathered.

When the big earthquake happened just now, these people were summoned by Mary Jane and rushed into safer underground caves to escape.

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

"The negotiations have reached a deadlock! It just happened at this time."

Jack blew out smoke rings and said to the mayor of the shelter who was talking dirty words and complaining about the world around him:

"I said, if those lizard men want your underground city, just give it to them. There is no need to hold on to this broken place. We need reinforcements now.

There's a war over there!

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

"You know nothing!"

The foul-mouthed Jameson cursed:

“That shelter is the only safe place around here!

Although the virus in the outside world has long since disappeared, the water source is still poisonous. Without the water purification equipment in the shelter, those of us would die of thirst if we couldn’t take care of ourselves!

Why do you think those lizards need shelter?

They want that too. "

As he spoke, the bad-tempered former newspaper owner stared at the lizard men from several tribes gathered not far away with a hateful look, spat fiercely on the ground, and said:

"Although they can live by drinking sewage, who doesn't want to recall the good old days? They have been stealing our synthetic bread and filtered water before. They are really evil!

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

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

Pooh!

Do you think I will help you?

Don't even think about it!

I've been fucking Spider-Man for the rest of my life! do you know? I've been having sex with him since over ten years ago, that bastard cheated on me, he cheated on the whole city!

If my newspaper still exists, I will definitely ask the editors to write a few spicy articles criticizing Spider-Man for his inaction!

Damn it!

The shelter collapsed and he didn't come out to save anyone!

Fight, fight, fight!

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

Captain Jack, who was frowning and thinking about how to quickly trick the people of the underground to help fight the war, had no time to listen to the complaints of the cynical little old man next to him.

But he can't listen.

However, Jack could taste it as he listened.

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

"I heard from Mary Jane that you have been Spider-Man's nemesis since he debuted in New York City. I heard that the trouble you alone caused him was worth the entire Sinister Six."

"That is."

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

"When it comes to causing trouble for Spider-Man, who in the entire New York City can be better than me? Those second- and third-tier villains shamelessly claim to be Spider-Man's old enemies.

I bother!

Even Jameson and I didn't say anything, but they still have the nerve to say that they are Spider-Man's old enemy?

Let me tell you, outsider.

Although the time I spent fighting wits and courage with Spider-Man was only about ten years, which was too short compared to my magnificent and fruitless life, those ten years were really the best time I have ever lived.

It was so exciting when I wrote articles every day to criticize that liar. I felt like I was many years younger.

That's the kind

how to say? "

Jameson scratched his bare scalp, frowned and said:

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

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

"I understand! I understand this feeling."

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

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

He obviously wanted to kill the other party.

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

This is the relationship between enemies and friends.

You see, the happiest time in your life is when you are fighting Spider-Man. This is what you said, Mr. Jameson. "

The captain curled his lips and said quietly:

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

You know, a person's value in the eyes of others 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.

You still have your Daily Bugle, right?

You can even form a small group specifically to fight Spider-Man. You see, can a warrior without his nemesis still be called a warrior? So now the one who should think about helping Spider-Man the most should not be me!

It should be you.

If Peter Parker unfortunately died tonight.

Think about it.

How boring it would be if there was no annoying liar in your future life. "

Jameson was stunned.

The grumpy 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 really died, the biggest reason that had supported him to persist in the doomsday until now would disappear!

He wanted to expose the true face of the liar and make him despised!

If the liar died, what's the point of the truth?

"Fuck! "

The old man swung his cane angrily and cursed:

"Peter Parker, that despicable liar, has no chance! He must stand trial alive and pay back the wages I paid him all these years!

Yes!

That's it!

You!

Outsider!

You look like a smart guy, you must have some ideas about convincing those untrustworthy damn lizards, come, tell me, see if I can help? "