Chapter 1889: The Madman's Journey (Sixty-Seven)
Chapter 1863: The Journey of a Madman (Sixty-Seven)
After Schiller and Stark returned to the Devouring Engine, T'Challa smiled and patted Stark on the shoulder and said, "To be honest, I always wondered how our universe got to this point today."
"I have always believed that the nature of human beings who cannot understand each other makes it difficult for us to work together. It is almost impossible to think and work together, but our universe is almost there."
"Now it seems that it is not that we want to unite, but that we have to unite." T'Challa reached out and pressed Stark's shoulder, looking at him from above his eyes and said, "Some people are like moths to a flame, and they will be fooled ten thousand times."
Stark snorted coldly with his arms folded, obviously still angry. Schiller was stunned for a moment, and then showed a smile that everyone present was familiar with.
He covered his mouth with his fist and coughed twice, then turned to look at Nick, who was typing quickly on his mobile phone.
Eddie stretched his neck to take a look, and then found that Nick was chatting in a chat group. The chat group screen refreshed very quickly, but there was no need to read the text content. Just looking at the bunch of red and blue avatars, you knew that this must be Spider-Man’s internal group.
Eddie looked at the long paragraphs of text that quickly slid across the screen, and felt his head start to hurt again. At this time, a rather unique black and white spider web avatar sent a short message:
"We have arrived at the target universe, where is the unlucky guy?"
Spider Silk put down the phone, looked up at the ruins of New York City, and sighed deeply.
She turned to see Peter from the central universe still fiddling with his pile of reagents, so she could only walk up to him, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Okay, nerd, I think you've been a little stupid in the lab recently. We've arrived at our destination, let's go find Spider-Man from this universe, there's work to do."
Peter looked up and pushed his glasses, walked to the edge of the building and looked around, put his hands on his hips and sighed, "I said we should bring more equipment before we come here, what's wrong with giving me ten more minutes to bring the miniature robots from the Mercury base, okay, okay, I know I'm Spider-Man, I'll go find someone right away."
After that, Peter took off into the air, and a very shiny spider suit replaced his ordinary clothes at the fastest speed, covering his entire body and putting on a mask for him.
Spider-Silk snapped his fingers, made a "you are so handsome" gesture to him, then walked to the portal and said, "Then I will go back first. If the mission goes well, don't forget to send a message to Nick. He is as worried as your aunt."
After that, Spider-Silk walked into the portal without looking back. Spider-Man, floating in the air, looked around. None of the surrounding buildings were intact. It was difficult to find a human in such a ruin. After thinking for a while, Spider-Man decided to use some technological means.
He tapped a few times on the projection screen that popped up on his arm, and a group of drones as light and transparent as butterflies flew out of his arm. After appearing for a moment, the optical invisibility was activated and flew silently to the surrounding areas of New York.
Not long after, a drone sent a report. Spider-Man clicked it and saw that a battle was breaking out around Stark Tower. The protagonist was Spider-Man of this universe wearing a spider uniform and a group of zombies wearing superhero uniforms.
Spider -Man flew towards there at a very fast speed. As soon as the prominent signature of Stark Building was approaching Stark Building, he saw that a red and blue figure on the ground was shot and shot out. Spider -Man dived down. On the top of the building, the local Spider -Man looked at another himself floating in the air. As soon as he was about to speak, the Spider -Man who flew up stopped him with gestures, and then threw him a mobile phone. The two Spider -Man sat side by side on the top of the Stark Building, and the local Spider -Man stared at the series of chat records that could not be drawn at all. "So Spider-Man is actually an organization, and there is an unlucky person who was bitten in each universe?!"
"Not everyone was bitten, but you are obviously the more unlucky one among the unlucky ones." Spider-Man shrugged and said, "You were not only bitten by a spider, but also by a zombie."
"Uh... so... what are you doing here?" The local Spider-Man scratched his head in confusion.
Spider-Man took out his mobile phone and flipped through it and said, "The mission description says that the zombie crisis in one of your two universes has been resolved, and the other one is still in trouble..."
The local Spider-Man looked down at the roaring zombie superhero below, sighed and said, "There is indeed trouble, and it is not small. Let me put it this way, I was infected with another zombie virus to cure the virus in my body now."
"But to make everyone healed, I have to infect everyone with another zombie virus, which means I have to bite them one by one. Although the heroes of the Avengers have recovered in another universe, there are still many other heroes and mutants, and the portal is very slow..."
"So I brought this to you." Spider-Man took out a syringe from somewhere, but this syringe looked different from the syringes used in ordinary laboratories. It was thinner and the needle was shorter.
"Is this an anesthetic syringe?" asked the local Spider-Man. "It looks like the kind fired from an anesthetic gun."
"Almost, but it's not filled with anesthetics, but a blood-dissolving reagent. What we need to do is to extract something in your body that can resist the zombie virus, make it into a medicine and inject it into their bodies, which will be much faster."
The local Spider-Man slapped his forehead and said, "I almost forgot that we have modern medical methods, but I'm afraid this world can't provide you with the equipment you want..."
"It doesn't matter, I brought it myself." Spider-Man stood up, took out a business card holder and began to search constantly. The local Spider-Man was a little curious about what he was doing, so he leaned over to take a look, and then he found that the business card holder did not contain business cards, but small iron pieces with strange names written on them one by one
"Oh, here, let me see... I found it." Spider-Man pulled out a small iron piece from the business card holder and threw it towards the open space, and an experimental instrument appeared on the open space on the roof.
"Oh my god!" The local Spider-Man exclaimed. Before he could express his feelings, Spider-Man's hands flew up and down, and iron pieces were thrown out like snowflakes. Soon, the rooftop was turned into a medical and chemical laboratory.
"Is the technology in your universe so advanced?" The local Spider-Man kept looking up at the equipment around him.
Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he slapped his forehead and asked, "I also heard that a group of visitors from other universes came here before, and they got the information of the murderer from the big head before me. Are you in the same group?"
Spider-Man recalled and said, "If you see a strange combination of Iron Man, a strange black man and a strange doctor, then it should be. I am from the same universe as them, that is, Spider-Man of that universe."
The local Spider-Man immediately rushed forward and grabbed Spider-Man's arm and said, "Then can you contact them?"
"Yes, but don't you have to solve the trouble here first?" Spider-Man shrugged and said, "And this medicine can not only solve the troubles of your universe. As far as I know, many universes are troubled by zombie viruses. Although I don't know if it is the same, I can always try. Try. "
The local Spider-Man was a little disappointed, but soon cheered up. He nodded and said, "Indeed, it would be great if we could help other universes avoid such tragedies. Let's get started. What do you need me to do?"
"First, we need to do a rough physical examination. I need to collect some of your blood and hair samples, and maybe genetic testing."
The local Spider-Man looked down the building with some concern and said, "Now these zombies are very hungry, so they are not very awake, but if they are full later, they will come to trouble us."
Spider-Man stretched out a finger and said, "Wait a minute."
Spider-Man jumped down from the roof, and a blue gun appeared in his hand. He flew over the zombies, constantly pulling the trigger in his hand, and the ice cones hit the zombies one after another. Within a few seconds, all the zombie Avengers were frozen into big ice cubes.
Spider-Man flew back to the rooftop, shook his head and said, "If the spider silk didn't urge me, I would have brought the ice bomb, so that all the zombies in the city could be frozen, and no one would bother us."
The local Spider-Man stared at the gun, and he punched his palm with his fist and said, "In the early days of the zombie infection, I also thought about making freezing weapons, but low temperatures can harm the human body, and the same is true for zombies..."
"This won't happen." Spider-Man shook the freezing gun at him, and then said, "I heard that it was developed by a professor of cryogenics named Victor Freese. What is it called... dense ice technology?"
"I heard that the latest version of dense ice can already do not participate in heat exchange, but the one in my hand is an old version, but it is enough. People frozen in the ice will not be harmed. If you don't believe it, look at their eyes."
The local Spider-Man looked downstairs and found that the frozen zombies only had blank eyes, but no pain, and their skin color and limbs did not change, indicating that they did not feel cold.
"It's amazing." The local Spider-Man commented.
Spider-Man remotely opened the lid of the medical examination cabin. After the local Spider-Man walked in, the readings were quickly displayed on the device. Spider-Man was stunned after taking a look at the readings.
"What a mess! Asgard? Tony Stark? Why is there a doctor Schiller?"
The door opened, and Spider-Man said to the other self inside: "The equipment may be broken. Forget it. The conditions are limited now, and we don't care so much. Let's just draw blood directly."
The local Spider-Man was a little puzzled, but he nodded. He instinctively trusted this isotope whose technology was superior to his own, so he opened his uniform and let Spider-Man draw some of his blood.
When the blood test was being conducted, Spider-Man was even more confused. He stared at the instrument for a long time and said, "There is a very magical factor in your blood. I don't know what it is, or I don't even know if it exists. Is it a zombie virus?"
"Oh, no, it's not." Spider-Man denied himself. He said, "This thing is not attacking any system in your body anymore. It just exists like this. Is it a special immune factor? Could it be the antidote for the zombie virus?"
The local Spider-Man immediately widened his eyes and said, "Then what are you waiting for? Extract it and make it into medicine. The zombie universe will be saved."
Although Spider-Man instinctively felt that something was wrong, he looked around the decadent scene in New York, and thought of the zombie universe in dire straits in the mission description. He decided not to think too much and extract the useful ingredients first.