Trajectory of Dawn in the World of American Comics

Mason and Zack Kang opened their respective magic suitcases and let the team members choose various equipment that could be used in it.

This time it was a real battle, so Mason took out all the potions and various expensive engineering creations he had made during this time.

There are even a few clockwork squirrels that look delicate but are filled with high explosives and an unfinished world zoomer.

Selina was talking to Barbara in the Osborne Tower, instructing them to pay attention to the movements of the cleaners and report them in time, and not to rush up and be tough as soon as their brains got hot.

As for Mason, he has nothing to clean up.

This guy always has the best stuff with him.

He would be sitting on a rotten piece of wood by the beach with a penguin umbrella, and in front of him, the old spider Peter Parker was squatting there, smoking cigarettes one by one, looking very melancholy and complicated.

Like Team K, he was clearly caught off guard by what the Goblin had said earlier.

It's still in the psychological rebuilding period.

Mason put down the binoculars in his hand and no longer looked at the nearly fifty strange-looking aircraft that had assembled on the sea, and the terrifying thing that was as huge as a floating island behind the sky and was slowly rising into the sky.

That should be the Cleaner War Mothership that the Green Goblin mentioned. Just looking at its size, you can tell that it is definitely not easy to mess with.

This is a legion!

It's just the aura when it was dispatched that proved this point, like the black tide that drowned the world, without mercy, without emotion, everything turned to ashes wherever it went.

"How are you?"

Mason estimated how much the Osborne Tower's city defense weapon system could kill, then took out a bottle of refreshing potion and poured it into his mouth to ask a question.

"Did you call me?"

Peter raised his head and exhaled a smoke ring.

"Don't call you a ghost!"

Mason pouted, and patted the rotten wood beside him to signal the old spider to come and sit down. Peter came over with a cigarette in his mouth, and when he approached, Mason made a gesture of prohibiting approaching. He said:

"I'm seventeen years old, I'm a minor, and Spider-Man shouldn't be smoking this thing, you're destroying your lofty impression in my heart."

"Hypocritical."

Peter complained, dropped the cigarette butt and sat beside Mason.

After a few seconds, he said:

"What do you think Norman said?"

"Maybe it's true, but it's also possible that it's just lying to me."

Mason took the Sorting Hat, which was in such a good mood that it exploded, humming in his mind, from his head, and he said:

"But to be honest, I don't care if it's true or not. I took a job before, it was a murder job, and the target was these cleaners, so this time it can be regarded as beating rabbits.

I won't be happy if you want me to cooperate with the Cleaners, so I know it's a hard bone and I want to gnaw my own teeth, so don't worry about us.

It's you instead.

If what the old Green Goblin said is true, then Peter, your decadence in the past few years has really been a waste of time. You have indeed let down the little chance your companions have won for your world.

With your ability, if you joined the Stars Club with the Black Widow and the others, you might be mixed up with A-level personnel now.

Although it is really meaningless to be a puppet leader in a subordinate organization that is willing to be a hound. "

"I don't think he's telling the truth."

The old spider rubbed his face and said:

"But I hope in the bottom of my heart that what he said is true.

I hope we have not suffered a disgraceful betrayal, and I hope it was all planned in advance, so that I can regain hope in my former companions.

God.

You can't even imagine the desperation we felt when we were alone and helpless facing the army of the Stars and the Cleaners. I saw with my own eyes the scene where Thomson was blown to pieces holding a biological bomb in his arms and dying with those bastards

I will never forget it. "

"Forget it, don't think about those unhappy things."

Mason reached out and patted the unshaven old spider, took out a set of unopened razors from his bag and threw it to him, pointed to his chin and said:

"There's going to be a war in a while, and this time you don't have your trusted friends with you, but I think if you step into the battlefield as a superhero, you should at least maintain your dignity.

Tell me about your spider senses.

You say you're getting old and that's why it's gone, and to be honest, I don't quite believe it, that beastly intuition doesn't go away so easily once it's acquired.

So, what happened that day so badly that it degraded your spider senses? "

"I"

The old spider clenched his fists, obviously being touched by a terrible memory. Under Mason's gaze, he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. While unpacking the razor, he whispered:

"It's not quite right that I forgot it myself. I must have abandoned it. You know I was badly wounded in the battle, and Mary Jane and Harry Osborn lifted me from the ruins. dragged back.

Mary Jane didn't tell you the whole truth.

They shouldn't have gone!

The building was on the verge of collapse, but I could have brought out all the people who came to save me, but the feeling that it could be fatal at any time stimulated my brain.

It was howling for me to get out of that place immediately, like a biological survival instinct.

And I chose to follow my instinct to escape when I should have planned my actions rationally. I took Mary Jane and Harry with me, but the rest of us.

I wanted to go back and save them, but I missed it and I got hurt.

Not even Harry in the end.

call. "

He let out a long breath, bowed his head and said:

"That was the day I became a coward, the day Spider-Man died, and all that survived was a coward named Peter Parker.

I hate myself, Mason.

I hate myself why I didn't die in that battle with the captain and the others. I exchanged my life for the loss of my friends, and made Jane and I live in pain for the rest of our lives.

As I started to hate myself, my spider senses weakened day by day, until one night three months later, after being alone and drunk, I...

I lost it forever, yay!

what are you doing! "

The old spider, who was immersed in memories, didn't notice Mason's small movements. When he was stung and reacted, the needle in Mason's hand had already penetrated into his wrist.

As the young man pressed the switch, a tube of blood was collected by him.

Mason ignored Old Peter's glare, but threw a tube with only one-third of the remaining liquid into another syringe and threw it to him, saying:

"Fortunately, I can give you back what you lost today, but it's only 30 minutes, you have to seize every second. Friendly reminder, this thing hurts.

And there will be a very serious rejection reaction afterwards.

As for your blood, it will be the reward. "

Mason flicked the tube of Spider-Man's blood in front of him and said:

"I'm going to take it back and study it, maybe it can help you bring back the spider sense. Oh, by the way, do you have Wolverine here? X-Men?

Mutants or aliens or something? "

"No."

Spider-Man looked at the syringe in his hand and said:

"I've heard from those outsiders who went to the shelter to recruit people that there are Spider-Man like me in many other parallel worlds.

I've also heard the name Wolverine.

They say that in many worlds, Wolverine and I are good buddies, and sometimes it's interesting to listen to their stories, and I also dream about having such a friend when I'm drunk.

Will your life really be so wonderful? Mason.

Wandering around in colorful parallel worlds like they boast? "

"It's more exciting than you think, Peter, sometimes it feels too exciting to the point of 'scary'."

Mason pulled his face and said:

"I joined this organization just a month ago, and I have personally killed as many people as a company, and their corpses piled up layer upon layer can crush me to death three times.

And just a week ago, I carried out a murder at their headquarters.

Just because my hat tells me those people are damned.

See, just saying that makes me feel like I've become a psycho, take a break, they're coming. "

Mason stood up, put Spider-Man's blood away and stretched his shoulders, turned his head and said to the old spider who started to shave:

"Also, you know, what's the best thing about being Spider-Man in the apocalypse?"

"Is there any benefit to this shit?"

The old spider looked up at Mason and said:

"How do I not notice?"

"You always have to learn to look at things from another angle, Peter, this is because you have a bad mentality."

Mason pouted and said:

"In this world, in this situation, you don't have to worry about being Spider-Man and not being able to make money to support your family, and the life problems that once plagued you and Mary Jane are gone.

You don’t have to carry a mortgage or car loan anymore, you don’t have to worry about Aunt Mei’s medical treatment money, and you don’t have to worry about where your daughter’s next can of milk powder will come from.

Not to mention being like a pervert and taking pictures of himself with that grumpy old man Jameson for a little money.

Didn't you see the light in your daughter Xiaomei's eyes before?

Do you know what that child needs most right now?

She doesn't need a wealthy father, Peter, she wants her father to become a hero who saves the world again. Huh, the children's thoughts are so simple.

Children never lie.

So the next battle is not for us or for your friends who died. "

The captain of Team K stepped towards his companions, and said without looking back:

"You have lost your world, you grown-ups who are always stuck in the sorrow of the past are gone, but the children are still there.

At least take back your daughter's future, right?

You don't want her to live in such a wasteland, do you? Isn't that your responsibility as a father? "

"whispering sound!"

After Mason walked away, Old Peter snorted and said:

"A seventeen-year-old guy speaks more old-fashioned than I do. These young people are really disgusting!"

"Yes, I sometimes think Mason is pretending. But you have to admit that his nonsense is very reasonable and passionate, right?"

A voice sounded beside the old spider, which made Spider-Man nod his head in admiration. He was about to echo a few words before reacting abruptly.

I turned my head and looked.

Mason's black Panama hat resting on the rotten wood was grumbling at him with a blurred face dimpled into it.

This strange scene left Peter in a daze for several seconds.

Then he patted his cheek and said:

"Hehe, just now he said that he murdered a few people after listening to a hat. I really thought he was joking. Sure enough, terrible facts are often said in a joking way.

Dry!

The lives of the Hounds of these stars are really colorful. "

——

"Fuck, it really hurts to have such a capricious captain! Why are you going to fight all of a sudden?"

Captain Jack was whining with a pipe in the sewer of the half-collapsed shelter, and beside him was the little old man Jameson with a displeased face.

Not far away, everyone from the entire refuge gathered.

When the earthquake happened just now, these people were gathered by Mary Jane and rushed into a safer underground cave to escape.

At this moment, Mary Jane is still organizing people to enter the ruins to search for those who have not yet escaped.

"The negotiations have reached an impasse! It is precisely at this time."

Jack exhaled smoke rings and said to the mayor of the sanctuary who was full of foul words and complained about the world:

"I said, give those lizard people your underground city if they want it, there's no need to hold on to this broken place, we need reinforcements now.

There is a war over there!

If I don't get someone there in time, my new boss and my girlfriend and my old lover will be screwed. "

"You know what a fart!"

The foul-mouthed Jameson cursed:

"The shelter is the only safe place around here!

Although the outside virus has disappeared long ago, the water source is still poisonous. Without the water purification equipment in the shelter, we people will die of thirst without a thought!

What do you think those lizards want a sanctuary for?

They want that too. "

While talking, the bad-tempered former newspaper boss stared at the lizardmen of several tribes gathered not far away with hatred, spat on the ground, and said:

"Although they can drink sewage for a living, who wouldn't want to recall the good old days? They've been stealing our synthetic bread and filtered water before, what a wicked heart!

Besides, I don't care about your cunning outsider negotiating with the Lizardmen!

You are going to drag them to help that big liar!

Pooh!

Do you think I will help you?

Don't think about it!

I've fucked Spider-Man all my life! do you know? I've had sex with him since over ten years ago, that bastard lied to me, he lied to the whole city!

If my newspaper is still there, I will definitely want those editors to write a few pungent articles and scold Spider-Man for his inaction!

Damn it!

Even the shelters collapsed and he didn't come out to save people!

Fight war, fight shit!

There are only so few people left in New York. Didn't he swore to protect us? Should he look back and see what he has protected! "

Frowning, thinking about how to fool the people of the underground to help fight the war, Captain Jack has no time to listen to the complaints of the cynical little old man next to him.

But he can't listen.

However, Jack listened to the taste.

He glanced at the irritable Mayor Jameson beside him with a weird look, rolled his eyes again, and said:

"I heard from Mary Jane that since Spider-Man debuted in New York City, you have been his deadly enemy. I heard that you alone caused him as much trouble as the entire Sinister Six."

"That is."

Jameson snorted triumphantly, and the bald old man said triumphantly with a cigar in his mouth:

"When it comes to making trouble for Spider-Man, who in New York City can compare to me? Those second- and third-line villains shamelessly claim that they are Spider-Man's old enemies.

I bother!

I, Jameson, didn't even speak, and they have the face to say that they are Spider-Man's old enemies?

Let me tell you, outsider.

Although the time of fighting wits and courage with Spider-Man is only about ten years, which is too short compared with my magnificent life of achieving nothing, but those ten years are really the best time I have ever lived.

The days when I write articles every day against that liar are really cool, as if people are many years younger.

that's the kind

how to say? "

Jameson scratched his bald scalp, frowned and said:

"It's like fate! Without Spider-Man, Jameson is just the owner of a half-dead third-rate newspaper in New York, but with Spider-Man, my Daily Bugle can be among the top.

Tch, if he wasn't a liar who tricked me into paying his salary for more than ten years, I might be able to become friends with him. "

"Yes! I understand the feeling."

Jack blinked, feeling he had found a way out, and said to Jameson:

"I had a friend named Hector who was a complete scumbag and he nearly killed me seven times and I paid back every time, you know what I mean?

Obviously wishing to kill each other.

But every time you are in trouble, you are the first to think of asking him for help.

This is the relationship between the enemy and the friend.

You see, the happiest time of your life was when you fought Spider-Man, that's what you said, old Mr. Jameson. "

The captain curled his lips and said quietly:

"Then I think you must have been lonely in the past few years when Spider-Man retired? Look at you, you've become so old all of a sudden, and you shouldn't be so decrepit at your age.

You know, a man's worth in the eyes of others is often compared with his enemies.

Without Spider-Man, you are just an ordinary survivor in the doomsday world, but if Spider-Man reappears in the wasteland, then you...

And your daily bugle, right?

Even forming a small group dedicated to fighting Spider-Man, you see, can a fighter without an old enemy still be called a fighter? So right now, it shouldn't be me who should think about helping Spider-Man the most!

It should be you.

If Peter Parker unfortunately dies tonight.

You think about it.

How boring would it be if you didn't have that annoying liar in your future life. "

Jameson froze in place.

The grumpy little old man felt that Captain Jack's idea was not right.

But he couldn't tell exactly what was wrong.

After thinking about what Jack said, Jameson was shocked. He found that if Peter Parker was really dead, the biggest reason that had supported him in the apocalypse until now would be gone!

He wants to expose the true face of that liar and make him cast aside!

What's the point of having the truth if the liar is dead?

"Dry!"

The old man violently swung his cane and cursed:

"Peter Parker, that despicable liar, don't think about it! He must go to the trial bench alive and honestly and pay back the wages I have paid him all these years!

right!

That's it!

you!

Outsiders!

You look like a smart guy, you must have some ideas for convincing those unbelievable bloody lizard people, come on, talk to me, see if I can help? "