Chapter 241 The Passion of Tony Stark

Chapter 241 The Passion of Tony Stark

"Hey!"

Gwen looked at MJ dissatisfied.

I'm still here!

"She's Spider-Woman."

Peter Parker in this world awkwardly explained to MJ: "Both of them are Spider-Man, maybe they can help us."

"Harry is Spider-Man too, and we all know what he's been through."

MJ said to her husband dissatisfied: "The so-called Spider-Man will only bring misfortune."

Gwen raised her hand, interrupting their conversation.

"I think Peter and I can help you, although we have another purpose here."

MJ looked at Gwen with doubt on his face, "How can I help?"

"I am not your Gwen Stacy, but I am Gwen Stacy. He is not your Peter Parker, but he is Peter Parker."

Gwen said pointing at Peter.

"If you could tell me what you've got, maybe we can help, maybe."

"Maybe what?"

"Maybe Peter and I can bring her back."

MJ crossed his arms on his chest and looked at Gwen, "Why?"

Gwen was stunned for a moment, "Why?"

"Why are you helping us? I know it's not because you have good intentions."

In this world, Peter, seeing his wife's tense attitude all the time, couldn't help but come out to stop her, "Please, Mary Jane, don't ask."

Gwen took a deep breath and looked at MJ, "You are right, Peter and I plan to help you, not because we are kind-hearted, but because I need you to help me find the naughty little naughty people. We help each other, so .Please, we can work together.”

MJ listened to Gwen's words and didn't speak for a long time.

Then she turned her attention to Peter, who had been silent.

Peter put his hands in his pockets and leaned against the table without speaking since he came in.

But standing there as a whole, he gave MJ a feeling that he couldn't ignore.

Peter also felt MJ turning his probing eyes on him.

He raised his eyes and looked at MJ.

MJ's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

It was a look that was different from that of her husband, Peter Parker, and contained a look like a beast.

Giving it a deadly but attractive feel.

"OK."

MJ stopped thinking and focused his attention on Gwen again.

"We can work together, and I will tell you what we know, but in the early stage you have to do what I say."

"certainly."

Gwen put her fingers between her brows and made a Boy Scout salute.

MJ covered his forehead with his hands, "Please, don't do this in front of me."

Gwen took her finger back awkwardly, "Sorry."

She felt it.

The MJ in front of me didn't seem to like him very much.

But she didn't say a word of displeasure to Peter.

It seems like the MJ in his own world doesn't like him very much either.

Gwen thought wildly in her mind.

MJ quickly went to prepare dinner, leaving Gwen, Peter, and this world's Peter in the room.

"Feel sorry."

In this world, Peter apologized to the two of them, "MJ has never gotten over this incident. She has never been able to accept it, so she lost her temper after meeting you."

"It doesn't matter."

Peter didn't think anything of it.

"Everyone feels lost after everything they've been through."

He understood.

At least the other party didn't kick them out.

It is estimated that MJ in the parallel world has this kind of menopausal temper after getting married, coupled with the submissive temper of the nerd Peter Parker, Peter said he understood it.

After dinner.

The two walked out of MJ and Peter Parker's home.

"Peter."

Gwen suddenly stopped and stared at him blankly.

"What's wrong? Gwen."

"Have you ever heard of an experiment?"

"What?"

Peter turned around and faced Gwen.

Gwen said: "There was an experiment in which if mice and monkeys in the laboratory were given the illusion of choice, they could usually live in good health, even if they only had two choices: a mild electric shock and a severe electric shock. "

Her eyes became a little dim.

"But at least they can feel the difference in the results, so they are full of joy and live more deliciously. However, if these mice and monkeys are not given a choice, they will just keep receiving electric shocks."

"They become more and more anxious, and they may chew through the fur on their hands and feet, and eventually die of cancer or heart disease."

Gwen felt a surge of sadness.

"I feel like a little mouse and a monkey, I can't control anything."

Gwen's eyes were red and she said: "I feel like a ghost here. I remind them of the past. This may be a worse world than the one where Gwen never appeared."

Gwen thought about how she accidentally saw Peter in this world and secretly hid in the kitchen wiping her tears.

"Fate is more cruel to them."

Peter listened quietly to Gwen's confession.

He walked over and gently held Gwen in his arms.

"You don't need to take all the responsibility into yourself, Gwen, it will only accumulate more pain for you."

He understood Gwen's feelings very well.

After all, Gwen has always been such an emotional person.

Gently stroking Gwen's blonde hair, Peter raised his eyes.

His sight looked towards the skyline of the city in the distance.

The city shrouded in darkness looked foggy.

"I want to save her, Peter."

Gwen suddenly raised her head and looked at Peter with red eyes.

"I want to save Gwen Stacy in this world."

Peter nodded, without refuting Gwen's idea.

"I'll take you to a place, Gwen."

Although Gwen was a little confused about where Peter was going to take her, she didn't ask much and just said "yeah" obediently.

Half an hour later.

The two came to a place far away from the city.

There were many pine trees planted around, and the branches of the big trees stretched above the road, forming a natural corridor.

After the two crossed the path, the view in front of them suddenly became clear.

Gwen looked at a tombstone in front of her in surprise.

This was a cemetery that no one had visited for a long time, and the name "Harry Osborn" was written on the tombstone.

On the altar in front of the tombstone, there was a flower that had dried up a lot.

And a pumpkin bomb shell with a smiley face painted on it.

Peter gently placed the white rose in his hand in front of the tombstone.

Gwen was a little surprised when she saw Harry's grave.

She stared at the epitaph above.

"He was a son loved by his father and a good man missed by his friends. He would never get lost and would only move forward."

Only then did Gwen understand why Peter bought white roses for her.

She took a deep breath and gently placed the white rose in her hand in front of Harry's grave.

Although the Harry who was buried here was not the Harry of his own world, he chose to become Spider-Man just like himself.

And he sacrificed himself for this choice.

"Perhaps the Harry in this world feels the happiest in his life."

Peter said to Gwen: "He chose the life he wanted. Gwen, if you choose this path, you have no choice. Except moving forward, you will die."

"I know, Peter."

Gwen looked away from Harry's epitaph and said: "Thank you for comforting me. I am always so immature."

After calming down, Gwen asked Peter: "How do you know this place? Peter."

She was a little surprised how Peter knew about the grave of Harry in this world.

"I asked Mary Jane."

After putting down all the white roses, Peter said to Gwen: "Let's go, we have to go back to our own world."

Earth 65.

Late at night.

Not long after Peter and Gwen returned, Mali, Africa, on the other side of the earth.

Tony Stark opened his eyes and saw a turbid sky.

Consciousness gradually returned to the body, and the lost reason began to return.

The head was buzzing, as if it had been hit hard by something.

Tony Stark tried to recall his previous experience, but found that it was like a mess and he couldn't remember it at all.

He stood up and looked around blankly.

The desolate, corrupt and old city was like a huge garbage dump.

The smell of rot and stench almost made him vomit.

This was an alley filled with garbage and debris.

Hiding in the corner of the city, quietly waiting for corruption to die, everything looked extremely unbearable.

"Who am I?"

He muttered to himself.

"I am Tony Stark, yes, I am Tony Stark, the smartest man in the world, and the president of Stark Group."

Tony's hair was fluffy and messy, and he looked embarrassed.

He knocked his head hard, trying to make himself remember more things.

But soon the scenery in front of him changed.

The garbage and the alley disappeared, and a secret room appeared in front of him.

He was tied to a chair in a secret room, with a hood on his head, and his vision was dark.

Tony Stark opened his mouth and shouted for help, "Is there anyone? Please help me!"

The next second, he was tied to a chair, and his hood was removed, revealing a bloody face.

Across from him was a young man wearing glasses.

Tony Stark seemed to have seen him before.

"Who are you?"

The man with glasses put his hands behind his back and quietly put his head close to his ear, "Don't you remember me so soon? Mr. Stark."

Tony stared at the other person's face and soon remembered who he was.

Six months ago, he held a "Stark World" technology expo in San Francisco.

At the time, he announced at the exhibition that he had developed a "new alloy" in a laboratory in Brazil.

This alloy, which he named "SKIN", was used in a newly manufactured glider, and he also planned to take this glider to complete a zero-energy round-the-world flight.

At that time, he was introducing his great invention to the audience, and it was this guy who jumped out to make trouble and disrupted his press conference.

"Are you the reporter?"

The man with glasses showed a sad but serious expression, "It's been six months, Mr. Stark, I didn't expect you to still remember me."

Tony asked him, "What do you want to do?"

The reporter seemed very satisfied with Tony Stark's reaction, laughed creepily, and patted him on the shoulder heavily, "I'm not a bad person, I'm Garbo Yinsen, you should remember this name."

"Why did you kidnap me? Do you want to kill me?"

Tony, Stark gritted his teeth and asked him.

Garbo Yinsen touched Tony's cheek as if chatting with an old friend, and touched his shoulder, letting him support his body.

"What? No, no, no, no, I won't kill you, at least not now, I just want you to see the ugly things you did, I'm not a bad person like you."

Garbo Yinsen licked his lips and added, "You invented some new alloy in Brazil, but you destroyed the place where we live, you must know that, right?"

As if he was afraid that Tony Stark would not remember, he took out a photo and handed it to him. It was a photo of a helpless child watching his home being destroyed.

"No"

Tony Stark's tone was painful.

"You destroyed countless people's homes. You flattened the rainforest and drove those people out of their homes. You destroyed my home. I want to know why you did this."

Tony Stark lowered his head, "I don't know. This is not my intention."

"Yes, that's what you think. Do you think that turning a blind eye to the catastrophe you caused will not make you look less hateful?"

Garbo Yinsen sneered at him and said, "You don't care who your buyers are, right? As long as your shareholders can make a profit, you can sell your conscience for this."

Tony Stark was so painful that he couldn't speak.

"Also, those terrorists bought your single-shot particle cannons and air cushion platforms. They used them to form siege tanks and trampled on my country wantonly. My country is on the verge of collapse because of these machines of yours, but-no one cares about these!"

"No one in the Western countries cares!"

Tony Stark covered his face, "This is not my intention."

"No! This is you! Hypocritical and hypocritical egoists!"

Garbo Yinsen grabbed his hair and made him look at himself.

At the same time, he picked up the photo with his other hand and looked at the content of the photo carefully.

"Do you really think so? This has nothing to do with you. You are unaware of it. You are innocent?"

Garbo Yinsen enjoyed Tony Stark's collapse, but his expression seemed to have a trace of pity, "No, this is the crime you committed! Even if you escape the punishment of the law, you can't escape the judgment of hell. I am hell!"

As he said this, he took out a crowbar from his sleeve like a magic trick, squatted slightly, leaned forward, and made a golfing gesture.

"I'll let you taste the taste of being humiliated."

Using the crowbar as a golf club, while aiming in a certain direction, he said to Tony Stark: "So are you ready to go to hell?"

"Bang!"

Garbo Yinsen suddenly swung the crowbar at Tony Stark's chest, hitting him and the chair and sliding backwards.

Suddenly!

Tony Stark opened his eyes.

He felt a sharp pain in his chest.

The glaring light above his head made it hard for him to open his eyes.

He could faintly hear the conversation between two people nearby.

"He's fine, his condition has stabilized."

"Very good, things are developing in the direction we expected, Tony Stark is of great use to us, and his value is greater when he is alive than when he is dead."

Tony exhaled and felt pain all over his body.

Was he dreaming just now?

Was it a dream that Garbo Yinsen kidnapped him? !

Tony suddenly remembered.

The reporter Garbo Yinsen has passed away.

He died in a car accident a few weeks ago.

Why did he dream about him?

Was it because of that damn guilt?

As he was thinking, a female voice came into his ears.

"Mr. Stark, you finally woke up, we thought we had lost you."

"Who are you?"