Chapter 2154 The Ultimate New World (35)
On the remaining bridge deck, Bruce and several other people were lifting up an overturned car and rescuing the people underneath.
With a shout, everyone worked together to lift up the car and put the people trapped underneath on a stretcher.
As soon as Bruce turned around, he saw a flash of fire coming towards him. He roared and rolled to the side, but was still blown away.
"Be careful! Be careful!" He heard Aisha scream.
Bruce fell heavily to the ground, his head hit the rubble on the ground, and his head was bleeding. His arm was also scratched by the iron sheet, and the thumb of his right hand was completely numb, probably fractured.
But Bruce still staggered to get up from the ground, because he saw that the missile just now had overturned a bus parked on the side of the road, and several people who rushed to the bridge deck to carry the stretcher were pressed underneath.
Fortunately, the bus had been blown up and burned before, leaving only wreckage. The people trapped underneath were not killed immediately and were still screaming in pain.
Bruce rushed over, and the nearest people and medical staff also rushed over to help lift up the wreckage of the car.
However, no matter how badly the bus was burned, it was not comparable to a car. The size was a big problem. If you can't apply force evenly from head to tail, there is no hope of lifting it up.
When Bruce rushed over, he glanced at the water below and found that the fire brigade and the emergency rescue team with a large amount of equipment that had just arrived did not go up to the bridge at all, but went to rescue most of the cars that fell into the water.
There was no other way. In the absence of sufficient manpower and equipment, the more dangerous vehicles that fell into the water should be rescued first. The injured on the bridge could at least hold on for more than ten minutes, but the drowning people trapped in the car would lose consciousness within a few minutes.
Seeing that there was no hope of rescue, the few people who rushed over could only give it a try. Four people lifted the front of the bus, and three people lifted the rear. Everyone worked together, their muscles swelled, their faces flushed, and their mouths roared with anger.
"Hah!!!!"
The good news was that one side of the bus was finally lifted up a little, and the two people who were trapped underneath were pulled out. The bad news was that there were still people inside, but the bus couldn't be lifted up.
Lifting the bus a little and lifting it completely off the ground are two different things. Those who were deeply trapped were still screaming as the vehicle was lifted up.
Bruce was completely exhausted. When he retracted his hand, he couldn't even feel the existence of his forearm. His lungs were like a bomb that suddenly exploded, blowing all the blood up his throat.
The intense burst of adrenaline made him excited, but his muscles couldn't squeeze out more strength at all. Instead, mental excitement would increase the level of perception. The screams of the victims echoed more clearly in his ears, and the smell of blood kept rushing into his nose.
Bruce had never felt so desperate. The impact of death caused by one or two crimes was simply incomparable to a collective disaster. If there was a hell in this world, it was probably not underground tens of thousands of feet below, but in the human world when the disaster occurred.
Bruce had just been distracted for a while when he heard a scream in front of him. It sounded very childish, like a little girl.
Human instinct makes us more sensitive to the cries of cubs. Bruce was immediately awakened. He turned around and found a little girl who was probably in her early teens running towards him while screaming.
Behind her was an out-of-control mecha, which was obviously knocked down by a broken control system. The little girl ran and screamed desperately. She knew she couldn't run out of the explosion range, so she had to squat on the spot with her head in her arms.
Bruce rushed over there with all his strength, but he didn't see that in addition to the smoke and dust of the explosion, the thick fog rising above the water had surrounded the entire bridge.
He took a heavy step forward. There was no explosion, no scream, no blood flowing. Bruce fell to the ground. He propped himself up with his hands and looked around. He only saw the vast fog.
Is it the mysterious fog again?
Bruce wrinkled the muscles around his eyes in pain, panting constantly, swallowing his saliva, suppressing the muscle pain caused by the excited nerves, and tried to get up from the ground.
The flow of time in the fog is different from that outside. As long as he goes out now, he still has a chance to save the little girl. He must leave here immediately.
Bruce staggered towards the depths of the fog. He now realized that he could leave the fog as long as he lost consciousness.
But when he ran forward, there was also a figure rushing towards him from the opposite side. When both sides broke through the boundary of the fog and saw each other clearly, they were stunned.
The one on the left is Bruce Wayne, and the one on the right is Peter Parker.
The problem is that both of them are in bad condition. Bruce is covered in blood, and the blood flowing from his head has blurred his facial features.
Peter was even more outrageous. There were three bloody holes on his body, and they were the kind that could let light in and see the scenery behind him.
But Peter didn't bleed, and his face didn't look pale at all. His wound was an extremely smooth cut surface with some strange particle flows surging on it, as if that part of his body had been cut off.
Both sides were stunned when they saw each other's state.
"What's wrong with you?" The two said in unison.
"I'm fine." They answered in unison again.
They obviously knew that the situation was urgent, so Bruce simply said: "Now there are two Starks fighting above the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco. The Golden Gate Bridge was blown up by them, many cars fell down, and the bridge deck is still being bombed continuously..."
Bruce sat down on the ground, and finished his experience in the most concise language he could use, and then looked at Peter, obviously curious about how Peter got himself like this.
Peter sighed and began to tell Bruce what happened after their last meeting.
After leaving the fog world, Peter didn't think too much, and still wanted to finish the current work first, so he rushed to the laboratory as quickly as possible.
At that time, Otto was doing the last ignition factor collision experiment at the high-energy physics collider. He thought this would be a very groundbreaking experiment, so he hurriedly called Peter over.
Peter was not very optimistic about the results of this experiment. He did not come here to observe the results of the experiment, but to persuade Otto to calm down and not to rush to do large-scale collision experiments, otherwise no one knew what would happen.
But he did not persuade Otto, because Otto did not want Stark to go ahead of him. In the field of energy, Stark has always been a benchmark. In addition to the Ark reactor he used personally, Stark Group's artificial sun project is actually the world's leading, but it is not the same path as Otto.
Every master wants to prove that the path he is taking is right. Otto knows that Stark has been one step ahead of him, but he can't let him lead forever.
Otto has been very anxious because he has not made any breakthrough progress before. The ignition factor found this time is very likely to be useful, and Otto does not want to delay it any longer.
Peter understands this, so he also knows that he can't persuade Otto, but he proposes to go in too, in case of any accidents, he can still save Otto, who is just an ordinary person.
If nothing unexpected happens, there must be an accident, and it is not an ordinary accident.
Otto had not had this factor for long, and had not conducted enough inspections. It can be said that he dared to go directly to the collider without figuring out what this thing was.
At the moment of the collision, Spider-Man swore that he had never heard such a loud spider sense.
But the spider sense was useless, because the instinct that could have controlled him to escape from danger could not play any role, because there was nowhere to escape.
In an instant, the entire laboratory was filled with countless special high-energy particle streams, like one high-speed bullet after another, instantly piercing Peter's body.
Peter's eyes went dark, and when he woke up, he found himself in the fog. Peter had a little guess of what the so-called mysterious ignition factor was. The time when Otto got this factor was almost the same as the time when the mysterious fog paranormal phenomenon appeared.
After Peter found the hole in his body, he even felt a little ridiculous and wanted to laugh. I hope his organs are doing well in other dimensions.
Now he didn't pay any attention to his own situation, so he spoke briefly and sloppily about his own situation and then asked Bruce: "What happened? How could there be two Iron Men, and why did they fight? What happened to the Golden Gate Bridge? Where are the injured?"
Bruce sighed. These situations were really long to talk about, but he still stood up and said: "I have to leave quickly, I have to save her..."
When he said this, Bruce couldn't say anything more. He remembered the scene of lifting the car just now.
In fact, he could feel that the force he used was not very helpful in lifting the car. It was the two citizens standing at the rear of the car who seemed to be infected with the desperate virus who pulled at least 400 pounds of force, which played a decisive role.
What would happen if he went out now? It is very likely that he rushed towards the little girl, and the two of them were killed by the missile together, and then died like this, unable to save any disaster.
Bruce muttered all these words, mainly because the effect of adrenaline had not subsided yet, and he felt uncomfortable if he didn't say it out loud.
"I should still look for the virus first, or find a spider." Bruce said in a confused manner: "Even if I have 200 pounds of strength, I won't be like this now..."
Bruce sat down again in a decadent manner, but at this time, Peter suddenly rushed up, pulled Bruce up, and pressed his shoulder with his only remaining hand.
"Don't give up yet, we still have a way."
Peter's eyes lit up, and he took out a small piece of iron from his clothes with his only remaining hand, and then the iron piece enlarged in his palm in an instant, turning into a somewhat special communication device.
He pressed the button on the device and said to the other side.
"Hello, Director Fury, I am Spider-Man. Through my communication device, you should be able to identify which universe Spider-Man I am from. Now I have a message to tell you that I am dying."
"Because of a serious experimental error, I have three more fatal penetrating wounds on my body, but because I accidentally entered a mysterious space, I have more time."
"The time in this mysterious space may be stagnant, so it allows me to continue to live even though my body has been so seriously injured."
"In other words, as long as I leave this space, I will die, and I can't stay here forever, so I will die eventually."
"But this world cannot be without Spider-Man, Nick. Now there are thousands of people in San Francisco waiting for Spider-Man to appear."
"I hope Spider-Man can go, even if they don't have much time, I also hope that Spider-Man can protect them for the last night."
After speaking, Peter pressed a button on the back of the communicator, and the communicator turned into a stream of light and disappeared. Peter looked at Bruce and said.
"I will leave here, die, and then you go find a new spider, it will give you the power you want."