Marvel’s Death Merchant

Spider-Man finds himself in a room like a severe mental illness.

Except for a bed, there are only white walls around it, but they are all soft, like sponges, but they are very afraid of being killed. There is a small door with a round glass window.

"Oh, why did you come to such a weird place again?" Spider-Man slammed the door heavily and started mumbling, starting to study how to leave this room.

Spider-Man's ability is still very powerful, the sixth sense of the spider and other abilities strengthened by the virus are also quite good, everything is slowly developing from a good place.

After researching for a long time, Spider-Man gave up. After all, he can't take it down for research, and if it can be taken down, there is no need to go out with abilities.

At this moment, Spider-Man heard a slight squeak, and he turned his head to see a monitor staring at himself.

Spider-man thought about it, smiled, and turned the monitor's direction with his own ability to turn it to the corner of the wall, which naturally exceeded the twist angle of the monitor. It's smoke.

Spider-Man sat on the bed and waited. He knew someone would definitely come.

Sure enough, after a while, I saw a shadow on the round glass on the door, and heard the sound of opening the door.

Spider-Man was about to stand up, but was taken aback by the two people who came in. They were so thickly dressed.

Heavy chemical protective clothing, one of which still held something like a narcotic gun.

They didn't speak, one of them had picked up the anesthesia gun and aimed at himself, while the other seemed to be looking for something in a pocket.

"You guys ..." Spider-Man wanted to say something, but the man with the narcotic gun didn't seem to plan to give Spider-Man a chance to speak, he had already pulled the trigger!

"Stop!" Spider-Man yelled and closed his eyes. He didn't want to fall into a coma again, and was studied by others as an animal!

But after a while, nothing happened. Spider-Man opened his eyes in doubt and saw that the two were still standing there, but seemed very scared. Although their expressions could not be seen under their thick helmets, but They can be seen in their trembling hands.

"What about that bullet?" Spider-Man didn't have much time to care about their situation. He was more concerned about the bullet they just fired.

But when he found the bullet, he was taken aback.

The bullet stopped not far from the chest!

"Is this an improvement in my ability? It turns out that an object moving so fast can't be controlled!"

But don't let Spider-Man think about it anymore, the two have taken it easy and are ready to fire again.

Spider-Man did not intend to be passive anymore. He began to use his ability to "move". At this time, the bullet suspended above his chest quickly reversed his direction and rushed towards the person holding the anesthetic gun!

The man apparently did not expect such a change, and fell to the ground in response to the reversed anaesthetic bomb.

The other person was also taken aback and hurriedly pulled out the pistol inserted in the waist, but didn't take it out because of confusion.

Spider-Man has now recovered his composure. He moved the anesthetic gun on the ground again, slowly moved the chest of the person who was pulling the gun, pulled off the board, and fell to the ground.

Spider-man did not dare to stop, picked up the gun that the man had not yet pulled out, and rushed out of the house.

Just after leaving this room, Spider-Man found that all the rooms here are the same, all of them are white, and there are many crossroads, making it difficult to distinguish the direction.

"Damn, where is this place?" In Spider-Man whispered, at this moment, Yu Guang in the corner of his eye watched the monitor not far away shining towards him. For a moment, the white light suddenly changed It turns red and the siren is loud.

"How many times have I heard such a voice!" Spider-Man was helpless and had to run in one direction.

But in the face of the same rooms and hurried alerts, such a dazzling run cannot be separated from it. Spider-Man ran for a long time, but it felt like it hadn't changed.

However, Spider-Man is running around, and the people here have a purpose. When Spider-Man turned again, he encountered more than a dozen people in the same costume as those who came to the room, but held in his hand. It was no longer a narcotic gun, but a submachine gun.

Although Spider-Man himself felt that his abilities had improved a lot, he didn't plan to use his own life to experiment. His first reaction was to turn around and turn around.

However, he seemed to underestimate the efficiency of these people's work, and behind him, some people arrived here.

In the face of this situation, Spider-Man had to stop and raise his hands, on the one hand praying that these people do not immediately kill him, while thinking about how to escape.

The man standing in front shouted an English word at Spider-Man, then pointed at his feet.

Although Spider-Man has been in poor health recently, he can understand that he is throwing a gun still in his hand.

Spider-man took a breath, and secretly calculated, "If you can control several guns at the same time, it will definitely cause confusion, but I have never tried ..."

Spider-Man was still hesitating, but as soon as he thought about his body, he planned to take a gamble.

He intends to control the guns in the hands of the few people at the same time as he throws them out!

The person who saw him had already signaled again, Spider-Man threw the gun in front, and at the same time began to use the ability to control the object, ready to affect those guns.

"Target wants to resist!" One of them shouted! But he used English ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ Spider-Man didn't understand. At this time, Spider-Man's ability had just begun to convey and didn't leave completely. Those people's hands, and just then they pulled the trigger.

"Da Da Da ..." Spider-Man heard the sound of the gun, knew that his plan had failed, and hurried to the ground, but thanks to the ability of Spider-Man, they always hit their sight and did not hit Spider-Man. It hit every place.

When Spider-Man stopped seeing the sound of the gun, he just wanted to look up, but was hit by a gun against his head.

"Follow us!" This time it was said, understood in Spider-Man.

But the sound of a door opening caught everyone's attention.

The opening and closing of a door here was damaged by a stray bullet and opened automatically.

"!" Said the man who held his gun against Spider-Man in annoyance.

Spider-Man turned his head and looked at it. Only a person nearly two meters stepped out of it. Like the patient he had seen before, he was as skinny and astonishing. He also wore a sick costume and looked at with dull eyes. Everyone in front ... (to be continued.)