Chapter 2149 The Ultimate New World (30)

Peter looked at Bruce in surprise, not understanding why he said that. He had seen in other Spider-Man's Gotham Travels that Batman, the superhero who protects Gotham, was not only highly skilled in martial arts, but also omnipotent.

The section in Gotham Travels that described Batman's fight with criminals received the highest number of likes in the entire article, with more than 6,000 comments, all praising Batman.

Even many Spider-Men who were still in high school became his fans because of Batman's powerful martial arts and cool appearance. Considering that Batman and Spider-Man's ideas of justice were not completely consistent, this could be called a miracle.

How could such a person say such a thing with a slightly depressed mood? Peter really couldn't figure it out.

Peter jumped off the hood of the vehicle and walked to the opposite side of Bruce. After taking a closer look at him, he found that this Batman seemed a little different from the one in Gotham Travels.

First of all, he is younger and not as strong as he looks in the photo. More importantly, his demeanor is not right. He is not so cold and serious, but more like himself.

Is Batman not that strong at this time? Or is not every Batman that strong?

"I know what you want to ask." Bruce snorted coldly and said, "For the Batman you know, it is simply a fantasy to be unable to beat criminals. Even if he can't beat him once, he can still make a lot of high-tech equipment to beat the criminals to pieces."

"But I have nothing to be ashamed of. Before I came here, I was ambushed by a group of street thugs. They pushed me off the roof and I fell into the trash can and lost two of my teeth."

Peter looked at Bruce in shock. Bruce shook his head slightly in self-abandonment, spread his hands and said, "How is it? Are you a little disillusioned?"

"But unfortunately, I am not that kind of omniscient and omnipotent god." Bruce lowered his hands, turned his head to one side and said, "I don't know how he did it, but I don't have that kind of wisdom and power. Just grabbing my remaining power in the Wayne Group board of directors and making sure my parents' hard work is not in vain is enough to give me a headache."

Bruce saw that Peter's expression was still shocked. He felt a little bored, so he turned around and opened the car door and wanted to get in.

"Then why did you choose to fight crime in Gotham?!" Peter's voice went up an octave. He said, "That rotten city is rotten to the extreme! I can't even describe its rottenness in words. It's horrible, dark, and terrible. If there were more words like that, I would use them all at once."

"If you weren't a superman, how could you think of fighting crime in Gotham? You... you don't have that ability."

At the end, Peter's voice sank, and he didn't know why a sour feeling surged in his throat.

Isn't it the same for me? He chose the path of a street hero, rarely participated in experiments, had no scientific research experience, and didn't even know how to prepare in advance to prevent himself from getting lost.

He didn't know what the structure of the universe was like, and even if he knew it, he didn't know how to repair and change it. Even if there was a way to repair it, he had no idea where to start.

He didn't have the ability to save the universe, so what was he worried about?

Bruce remembered what Captain America said to him. He closed the car door, looked at Peter outside through the car window and said, "Someone told me that the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, but I didn't tell him that I don't agree with this."

Peter looked at Bruce in a daze. He hadn't heard anyone say this to him for a long time. When it sounded again, the voice seemed to be far away from him tens of thousands of years ago, and familiar as if it had been buried in his heart.

Bruce pursed his lips and looked at Peter and said, "The greater the ideal, the greater the responsibility."

"When you have an ideal, you have the responsibility you want to take. When you understand the responsibility you want to take, you will pursue the ability to take responsibility. That's it."

Peter walked to the side of the car door for some reason, put his hand on the window frame, looked at Bruce and asked, "Did you find it?"

"I almost succeeded." Bruce sighed and said, "But maybe the difference is forever."

And Elsa finally thought of the key node. If Spider-Man already exists in this world, will there be a second Spider-Man?

And a more cruel question, can there only be one Spider-Man in this world?

Aisha's eyes suddenly became complicated when she looked at Peter and Bruce. She felt that she had some idea of ​​why the timeline of this universe was repeatedly reset.

But she felt a little depressed. Is he the only one in the world who stands on Batman's side? Everyone else wants to protect Spider-Man?

Aisha instinctively felt that something was wrong. Some smaller and more complicated thoughts lingered beside the main idea, making the truth always covered with a layer of mist.

Peter opened the back door and sat in the back seat behind the driver's seat. He rubbed his cold fingertips, looked at Bruce in front of him through the rearview mirror and said, "Tell me, how did you get here? How did you get lost here?"

Elsa's heart was filled with alarm bells. She knew that if Bruce kept telling Peter all about his experiences here, Peter would definitely infer that Bruce had become Spider-Man through the fact that he was bitten by a spider and later gained powerful strength and danger sensing.

Did Peter know that there could only be one Spider-Man in the world? If he knew, would he be able to infer that he would die later?

Elsa quickly reasoned everything backwards to the limit, and then came to a conclusion that if things continued like this, Peter and Bruce would inevitably go to the opposite side.

The premise for Bruce to gain powerful strength was that the previous Spider-Man died, but if Spider-Man knew in advance that he would die, he might not die, and Bruce might never get power, and Bruce might want Spider-Man to die in order to gain power.

Although Elsa felt that other Batmen might not do this, or even think about it, because their willpower was strong enough to keep their original intentions in the face of any temptation, but this Batman might not be the case.

You can say that he is kind and resolute, but because his other mental illness symptoms are not obvious, his paranoia is very eye-catching. Once this paranoia is transferred from the death of his parents to other places, the result is hard to say.

Especially Elsa knows that several time resets have caused a certain stimulation to Bruce's spirit, which can easily lead to his illness and extreme emotions. With his willpower and rationality, it is still doubtful whether he can overcome such extreme emotions.

If he is impulsive, the conflict between him and Spider-Man will really be a life-and-death confrontation.

If Elsa helps Batman, Spider-Man may really die. Not to mention whether the people behind the manipulation of time will do as they wish, when Batman calms down and finds that he has killed an innocent person for power, he will collapse first.

If Elsa helps Spider-Man, Batman really has no chance of winning. Not to mention that he may suffer severe physical injuries, he will definitely not be able to bear it mentally.

Elsa thought a little desperately. She is still a long way from adulthood. Why did she start to make a dilemma? Which clown could come here?

No matter how crazy she thought, Elsa knew that she might be the only one who had figured out the whole situation at the scene, and she had the responsibility to prevent things from going to such an irreversible situation.

Spider-Man and Batman were like two people tied to a railroad track. Now Elsa was driving, and it would be wrong for her to run over either of them, so Elsa decided to close her eyes. As long as she didn't make any changes, it didn't matter to me who lived or died.

With a wow, Elsa burst into tears.

Bruce, who was about to turn over the chatterbox again, was startled and quickly turned his head to look at Elsa. Peter also immediately reached out to embrace the little girl, and then looked in the direction of Elsa's gaze.

You don't know until you see it, and you'll be startled when you see it. A huge eye appeared in the air. The giant eye made of thick fog was gradually taking shape, and there were many smaller eyes next to it, staring at everyone without blinking.

Bruce and Peter were so shocked by the scene that they couldn't speak. The topic just now was also interrupted. Both of them opened their eyes and looked out the window.

"Get out of here." Aisha shouted.

Bruce stepped on the accelerator, and the car, which had no gas, started to move and sped away in the thick fog.

The car was driving very fast, and Bruce saw that he was approaching a figure on the side of the road rapidly. He thought it would be a mysterious visitor in the fog, but in a flash he saw that it was himself.

Bruce's figure standing on the side of the road was still hidden in the thick fog, but even in that brief glance, Bruce could see that he was covered in blood, with fear and anxiety on his face.

Bruce saw himself on the side of the road with his mouth wide open. Judging from the shape of his mouth, he must be shouting something, but the speed was too fast and the noise was too loud, so he couldn't hear the sound clearly at all, and the time they passed by was too short to see the whole shape of his mouth.

What was he saying? Bruce turned his head desperately to look back, but he only looked for two more seconds.

Bang! ! !

There was a violent crash, and everyone hit the object in front of them heavily. Bruce felt the warm blood flowing down again, and he felt that his head had been smashed.

After endless dizziness, his eyes went black.

When he woke up again, he felt something pulling his arm. Bruce propped up his body in a daze and turned around to see Aisha staring at him.

Bruce touched his forehead and found that he was not injured. He was confused and a little terrified. He held the steering wheel and took a few deep breaths.

He looked up and found that the fog in front had dissipated. Just when he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he saw the fire of the engine.

Three black and gold mechas slowly fell from the air. The one in the middle stretched out his hand and opened the muzzle.

"Boom!!!!"

Bruce didn't react at all, and he felt a huge force coming from his side. When he came back to his senses, he had already flown into the air, but he was carried up by Aisha.

"We've been discovered!" Aisha shouted while flying: "That guy reacted too quickly. Run!"

Bruce was still dazed when a missile flew past his ear. Aisha took him in a sharp turn, but the three mechas that arrived in an instant had blocked all the retreat routes.

As Aisha let go, Bruce fell to the ground. When he came to his senses, a huge monster emitting yellow light slapped the flying mecha in front of him to the ground. It grabbed the smoking upper body and threw it into its mouth.

Crack, crack, crack!

As the monster turned its head, Bruce saw that the familiar fangs smiled at him.

This anxiety disorder is really hopeless

Bang bang ...