Chapter 188 Friends and Enemies

The warm afternoon sun slowly shines into a guest room on the second floor of the Sanctum Sanctorum in New York.

Dr. Otto listened to the birdsong outside the window, and his unconscious consciousness gradually recovered.

Dr. Otto sat up from the bed, holding his head.

Fragmented memories flooded into Dr. Otto's mind like a tide.

The failure of the experiment, the tragic death of his wife, himself being controlled by mechanical tentacles, and Peter Parker, who is Spider-Man

"Hiss--" Dr. Otto rubbed his head painfully, and his originally blurred vision finally returned to a clear state.

He looked around the room, and the mechanical tentacles placed in the corner of the room were as calm as dead objects. Dr. Otto's face showed a trace of loneliness and self-mockery.

He was actually controlled by the mechanical tentacles that he used as tools.

This is really a joke.

"Doctor, are you awake?" Gwen, who heard the noise next door, gently knocked on the already open door and asked Dr. Otto on the bed.

"Do you feel better now?"

"Yeah." Dr. Otto nodded slightly and looked at Gwen standing outside the door, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"Although I am very grateful for saving me, do we know each other?"

"Well, I think we know each other, right?" Gwen touched her head.

In Dr. Otto's surprised eyes, Gwen continued to explain to him.

"Or rather, I know you in my world."

"Your world." Dr. Otto continued to rub his head and recalled how he came to this world.

"Do you mean, parallel universe?"

Dr. Otto asked Gwen.

"Yes, yes." Gwen nodded repeatedly.

"The me in that world." Dr. Otto recalled his failure, and a hint of melancholy appeared in his eyes: "What will it be like?"

"The doctor in that world?" Gwen looked at Dr. Otto's melancholy appearance, looked at the mechanical tentacles in the corner, and comforted him.

"The Dr. Otto I know had encountered the same problem as you before, but he successfully solved it in the end. Even the method I used to unlock the mechanical tentacles on your body yesterday was taught to me by Dr. Otto."

"Successfully solved?" Dr. Otto looked at Gwen and asked hesitantly: "Does the successful solution you mentioned include the tritium energy experiment?"

"Tritium energy?" Gwen nodded, recalling the news she saw a few days ago: "If I remember correctly, Dr. Otto has successfully activated his tritium energy supply a few days ago, and pulled the economy of Hammer Industries, which was close to poverty, back to normal."

"It actually succeeded." Dr. Otto's eyes showed a hint of surprise.

"In other words, the tritium energy experiment is actually fine. The problem is just me, or just my calculation formula."

Dr. Otto staggered off the bed, muttering while searching around in the room.

"I need paper and pen, paper and pen."

"Since he can do it, then I can do it too. It must be the calculation formula. Let me deduce it again."

In the cabinet in the room, Dr. Otto found a pen, a bottle of ink, and a stack of white paper as he wished.

Then Dr. Otto sat at the table and calculated his formula as if no one else was around, not paying any attention to Gwen.

Gwen looked at Dr. Otto's gradually crazy appearance, shrugged lightly, closed the open door slightly, and then went downstairs.

In the hall downstairs, there was a virtual globe on the table. On the globe, each different country had a symbol of different colors.

"Now our troubles are really big." Strange rubbed his eyebrows tiredly.

"Now, people or creatures from different parallel worlds have appeared all over the world, even in the seabed."

"Although I have been repairing the impact of the forgetfulness spell since I found this yesterday, it has little effect."

"I have contacted the wizards of Kamar-Taj, the Avengers, and S.H.I.E.L.D." Strange took a deep breath and said to the people in front of him.

"But there is still a lot of manpower shortage."

"Mr. Stephen, I think I can help a little." Little Spider Peter raised his hand to Strange.

"Don't worry, you can't run away." Strange sighed slightly: "Who do you think this broken basket is for?"

"I think you may be a little too worried." Su Heng looked at Strange's bored expression and said to him: "The one who appeared may not be an enemy, but there may be like-minded friends with us?"

"For example, this." Su Heng handed Strange yesterday's newspaper.

On the headline of the newspaper, the title "The Third Spider-Man!" was written.

Strange read the newspaper. Most of the first part of the headline was about the battle between Peter, Gwen and Dr. Otto.

After Peter and Gwen left the overpass with Dr. Otto, a third Spider-Man appeared and led the citizens on the overpass to a safe place.

"Speaking of which, you two are really good." Su Heng glanced at Gwen who was walking down from the upstairs and Peter who was standing beside him.

"You actually left those innocent citizens on the precarious overpass."

Gwen lowered her head a little embarrassedly. This was indeed her problem.

"Sorry, sir." Peter also lowered his head a little ashamed.

"You should indeed apologize, but not to me, but to those innocent citizens." Su Heng lectured Peter.

"Although I don't know you well, I still have to say a few words."

"You are the worst Spider-Man I know!"

Listening to Su Heng's sharp comments, Peter's face began to turn pale.

"Mr. Su Heng." Strange looked at Su Heng with hesitation.

"Am I wrong?" Su Heng squinted at Strange: "He became like this, and it has nothing to do with you."

"Whether it's you, Tony, or other Avengers, you really protected this kid too well."

"Want to do something big, but don't have the ability, so in the end, let others help you finish it." Su Heng said coldly.

"What kind of Spider-Man are you? At most, you are just a kid with spider abilities."

"Manager." Gwen looked at Su Heng, whose expression was getting more and more serious, and Peter, who was so ashamed that his head was about to fall to the ground, and hurriedly pulled his sleeve.

"."Su Heng took a deep breath and calmed himself down.

It's no wonder that Su Heng was so excited. He learned about what happened to Peter in this universe after he became Spider-Man last night.

It can only be said that Su Heng couldn't accept it.

Maybe Peter in the world where he and Gwen were always impressed by him, and the first and second versions of Spider-Man that Su Heng saw before crossing were also very good personalities.

But the little Spider in front of him has been making mistakes since he became Spider-Man.

It can only be said that his psychology is in line with the normal state of a teenager. After gaining power, he always wants to show it to the people around him.

But this is not what a superhero should do.

Just like the police can arrest criminals, but cannot expect criminals to commit crimes.

Su Heng sorted out his mood a little and continued to talk to Strange.

"Maybe we can find someone who should be on the same side as us and let them participate in this matter together."

"For example, let's start with him." Su Heng pointed to the third Spider-Man in the newspaper.

"Thanks, buddy."

A light voice came from the alleys of New York.

A young man with brown hair waved to several bruised and swollen hooligans.

"Damn it!" The gangster who was in charge swallowed his saliva and said tremblingly: "If you have the guts, just wait. My big brother is John the Flamehead in Hell's Kitchen!"

"Oh?" The young man waved his fist at them, frightening the gangsters so much that they trembled and crawled towards another exit of the alley.

"Sure enough, no matter how the world changes, the gangsters in the alley are always a good way to get the first fund." Peter Benjamin Parker flicked the spoils in his hand and walked out of the alley easily.

"However, Ms. Spider can't be contacted at all." Benjamin Parker pressed the communicator on his wrist with some distress. According to common sense, this communicator should be able to contact Mrs. Spider in another time and space.

But since Benjamin Parker came to this world, he couldn't contact Mrs. Spider no matter what.

This also made Benjamin Parker feel a little helpless.

"If that's the case, how should I leave this world?"

In just one day, Benjamin Parker, who has a genius brain, has sneaked into the police station and inquired about the identity of "Mary Jane" in New York.

It's a pity that his wife Mary Jane is not in this world either.

Maybe I should reintroduce him?

Peter Benjamin Parker.

He was originally an ordinary high school student, but when he was bitten by a radioactive spider, he had various superpowers.

He can walk on walls and ceilings, emit spider webs from his wrists, and has a keen super-perceptive "spider sense".

At the beginning, Benjamin Parker only used these superpowers to make a little money.

But when his uncle was murdered by a villain, he vowed to use his superpowers to fight crime.

After becoming Spider-Man, he experienced different battles of different sizes.

And in one of the battles, Benjamin Parker's wife Mary Jane fell into a crack in time and space, and her life and death were unknown.

So, after dealing with all the crimes in his world, Benjamin Parker, with the help of "Mrs. Spider" in another time and space, began to travel through time and space, looking for his Mary Jane in different universes.

But unfortunately, Benjamin Parker has not been able to find her so far.

But now, because he can't contact Mrs. Spider, Benjamin Parker seems to be trapped in this universe.

"Woohoo!!!"

Just when Benjamin Parker was distressed, a cheer came from a sports car and passed by his eyes.

But the reason why Benjamin Parker's attention was attracted was not because of how luxurious this sports car was, but because the driving skills of this sports car were really bad.

In less than a minute after it appeared on this street, this sports car had already crashed several cars parked on the roadside.

Not only that, judging from the way this sports car rushed around, it was obvious that it did not intend to take the red light not far away seriously.

"Well, it looks like a job." Benjamin Parker put the hard-earned money into his arms, then put on the spider mask, took off his coat, and revealed the red spider suit.

"Hey, sir, you are speeding~" The sports car was hung on the surrounding trees while the spider silk was spitting.

Then, Benjamin Parker stretched out his hand and shot the spider silk to leave the area.

And in Hell's Kitchen.

"Brother, you must avenge us!" The few little Ronaldins who were blackmailed by Benjamin Parker just now cried and looked at a sturdy middle-aged man with a mohawk like a blazing flame on his head.

"We brothers have clearly reported your name, but we were still blackmailed by that guy for thousands of dollars. That's the money we planned to use to honor you with cigarettes!!!"

"Hu——" Flame-headed John took a deep breath and said angrily: "It seems that I haven't taken action for too long. Now no matter what kind of minions dare to provoke my brothers?"

"Take me to find that kid!" Flame-headed John said viciously: "I want to let him know how terrible the anger of the Lord of Hell's Kitchen is!!!"

"Lord of Hell's Kitchen?"

But just when Flame-headed John wanted to take his brothers to find Benjamin Parker for revenge, he suddenly heard a voice that seemed very elegant and easy-going.

"So the Hell's Kitchen in this world has become so low-class?"

A middle-aged man in a white suit who looked very gentlemanly looked at John the Flamehead in front of him and the younger brothers behind him, his face full of disappointment.

"Can a piece of trash like you be called the master of Hell's Kitchen?"

"What do you mean!" John the Flamehead looked at the middle-aged man angrily, took out a knife from behind, and began to gesture at the middle-aged man.

"Are you looking for death?"

"Looking for death?" The middle-aged man smiled.

"Maybe you are talking about yourself?"

As the middle-aged man spoke, the white light in his eyes flashed and spread in front of John the Flamehead and his younger brothers.

"What is this!?" John the Flamehead looked at the middle-aged man in horror.

Just a moment ago, the middle-aged man in front of him seemed to have suddenly faded, turning into a black and white color that was completely different from this world.

That feeling was like the image of a person in a photo studio, like a negative.

"Pretend, pretend to be a ghost!"

Flame John growled, picked up the knife and tried to stab the middle-aged man.

But a force of resistance suddenly came from his waist, tripping him to the ground.

"!"

Flame John looked back, only to find that his brothers were looking at him with ferocious faces.

"I've been unhappy with you for a long time!" The leading brother said to Flame John viciously.

"You swear that you are our big brother, but how much money have we paid to you over the years! You haven't even helped us settle a single thing!"

Another brother snatched the dagger from Flame John's hand with a ferocious face.

"Waste!"

"Waste!"

Accompanied by roars, the dagger was stabbed into Flame John's chest again and again by the brother.

Flame John never understood until his death why the brother who was so loyal just now suddenly turned against him