Fantasy World Transmigration Chapter 143: The days when I was Spider-Man in Gotham City
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The little spider woke up from a coma. He found himself sitting on the roof of an old high building. The night wind blew him cold. Peter stomped his feet and could n’t help but hold his arms.
"It's so cold!" The cold wind instantly cleared Peter's mind.
He judges that he has been lying here for a long time, otherwise he will not be frozen to such a degree with the resistance of Spider-Man. He must have laid down on the platform of this high building for a long time on this cold night before he could get a full body There is no heat.
The strange thing is why, after lying down for so long, the keenness sensed by the spider did not wake up.
"Miss Portz? Bateman? King?" Peter yelled tentatively and found no one responded. He tried his best to remember the memory before the coma: "What happened? I remember ... Star Mr. Kee and Steve Captain changed their clothes ... And Miss Poze ’s memory seems to be a bit different from mine. Her name is Mr. Stark Captain, and Steve Captain Superman! "
"Then ... Mr. Stark invited Captain to outer space, and Miss Poz used remote sensing satellites to observe their decisive battle. Then ... damn, the back is blank! Why am I here?" Little Spider Somewhat puzzled.
"They left me ..." Peter looked around and found him standing on top of a skyscraper with a monster-like stone sculpture protruding from all four sides of the building. Peter looked down at the city where he was, illuminated by bright steam lights The bright ones are just a few corners of the city, most of them are covered in dark curtains.
The place where the neon lights flash is the entertainment area. With Peter ’s ears, you can hear the faint laughter and noise.
But in most parts of the city, dim alleyways, old buildings, underpasses that are not illuminated by street lights, and a network of sewers throughout the city, some mysterious figures haunt the streets.
The city used to be bustling, but the surrounding buildings are a bit old. The gray brick structure made Peter think he came to Los Angeles in the 1980s.
The smell of sewers and the smell of industrial waste gas came from the cold wind.
Except for a few brightly lit corners, the city is dead in the dark. Only dirty scavengers will creep on its corpses. The smell of these animals makes Peter very familiar with him. Wandering in the sky over New York, I saw these gangs who lived on the excrement that ate the city in a remote corner of the city.
The brown blood stains, the posture of walking with a gun and a baseball bat machete, and the dark, wet smell that Peter is familiar with.
The only difference from New York is that in New York, those people live on the fringes of the city, wandering in the corners that are not illuminated by order. They live in the shadows of the city, but here ... In the shadow, the light seems to be **** in the corner, and that kind of light is not an order under civilization and the rule of law, but a hypocritical order sheltered by power and violence.
"Is there not even a supermarket that opens at night?" Little Spider complained: "I still want a cup of hot cocoa?"
"Damn ... Even the **** kitchen has a 24-hour supermarket!"
"Gotham does not have a 24-hour supermarket ... There is no need for a 24-hour supermarket here. No one here will come out to buy things at night!" A shadow wearing a black cape appeared behind the little spider. Peter sensed his presence for the first time and turned around to make an instinctive gesture of alertness, but soon he appeared surprised.
"Hey! I thought you were all gone! Bateman, Black Batman ... Where is this? Why am I here?"
"I have told you!" the knight in the dark said: "This is Gotham!"
"And it should be me who asks you, why did you suddenly appear here?" Batman's voice is still hoarse. Although he still maintains a trace of alert, he is no longer so vigilant. Because he heard Peter's accent-it was just a child. Even so, Batman has seen too many children who are not easy.
He will not trust this person completely, even if this person seems to trust him quite.
"I passed out, and I'm here when I wake up!" Little Spider didn't make a fuss because Batman didn't seem to know him. Who knows what happened to their memory.
And he vaguely has a guess-
"Who knows if Mr. Stark and Steve Captain have changed back to the past?"
"Why do those people want you? You were in a coma for about three hours. Just two and a half hours ago, a group of people entered Gotham, they were looking for you, and I found you first and took you Brought here, you still have ten minutes to explain, they will find it again soon! "Batman calmly said.
The little spider was dumbfounded: "How do I know who they are? Maybe ... Holy shield! Do you know Holy shield?"
"Holy Shield?" Batman wanted to try torture.
He has never heard of an organization called the Holy Shield, and the people who came are not a Holy Shield. Those people he has seen and heard of, they are obedient to an organization called the Light Revelation.
Why did the people of the Illuminati seek this boy?
Batman feels that he should n’t be too entangled in this matter. Only by watching can he see the truth, so he is not going to hide the boy wearing a red and blue spider tights again, he is neat Turned over and jumped off the rooftop, slipped a phantom in the night, and disappeared into the night.
Gotham is a dark city, so people here like to wear black uniforms.
This brightly-dressed, innocent boy should go to the metropolis to dream of his superhero, instead of Gotham. Gotham can destroy everyone ’s dreams. It is the sustenance of all fear, depravity and confusion. Here People reject outsiders, be they heroes ... or villains!
The little spider had no time to ask why Bateman left, and he heard the sound of several cars parked downstairs.
Looking down at the probe, a group of men in black suits and sunglasses rushed to the old high building where he was. Although they felt that these people were coming aggressively, it was not like a good person with goodwill, but for the situation now. Peter, who knew nothing about it, decided to meet these people, in case he could tell from his mouth why he appeared here inexplicably?
The spider shoots a spider silk in its right hand, sticking to the top of the signal tower of the platform, pulling the spider silk upside down and crouching over the heads of the black men who rushed to the high platform, watching them play a small flashlight with vigilance. With a gun in one hand, look around.
"Cough ... hey? Are you looking for me?"
The little spider coughed twice, quietly lowered the spider silk, hanging upside down behind a clearly higher-ranked man in black, and suddenly said.
People in black burst into chaos, everyone quickly turned around and took a flashlight to take a picture back, and scolded sharply, "Who is it?"
"No movement!"
"Raise your hand!"
The little spiders they pointed at with guns had to squat and raise their hands, signaling: "Calm down, everyone calm down. I'm Spider-Man ... I don't kill. Can everyone speak well?"
Unexpectedly, the man in black did n’t mean to speak with him. While holding a gun against the head of the little spider, he pulled out two crayon drawings. He bit his flashlight on the portrait and carefully compared it with Spider-Man. , A portrait of a cartoon version of Spider-Man wearing red and blue tights, standing on the platform and talking with a mysterious man hidden in the shadows, revealing a bat cloak.
There is another portrait ...
That's when Spider-Man got out of a blue vortex in the void and fell into a dark alley.
There is also a small black figure in the comic, which can only be seen as a small bat, approaching the alley where Spider-Man is located from the tall building in the distance.
But this figure seems to be made up later.
The head of the man in black, the expressionless, unsmiling man, so carefully checked the two crayon drawings that seemed to come from the graffiti of the child, and compared the characteristics of the characters and the little spider.
After careful comparison for about a minute, he waved: "Take it away!"
Spider-Man Seeing that these three sticks can't make a fart, no matter how he slaps him around, it's useless. He has to pull the spider silk under his feet. The extremely flexible spider silk will instantly Spider-Man Bounced high, the little spider buckled up his **** with both hands, and quickly ejected the spider web towards the black people around.
These people seem to be ordered to be captured alive or something.
They did not shoot immediately, until the little spider apparently got rid of their control, they shot at the flying silhouette in the air.
But the nerve response of Spider-Man is much faster than these people!
I saw a red and blue shadow flying across the sky quickly, throwing all the bullets behind the buttocks, and at the same time, two hands continuously fired a group of white spider webs, which quickly opened in the air to form a person. The large and small white slime nets bounced people to the Internet and could not move.
The leader of the man in black suddenly felt something on his right hand holding a crayon drawing, and he was dragged into the air by the whole person before he could react. The little spider turned him homeward, hung upside down like a gyro, and turned at high speed, and the whole person had no resistance.
The little spider only needs to stick a thread of silk thread on his body, then as it keeps turning, the thread on his body will wrap him up, thicken continuously, and be tied tightly, only showing one right hand , Holding onto the crayon drawing tightly.
Spider-Man took him to block the remaining muzzle of the black man, quickly grabbed the two crayon drawings, shot a bunch of spider silk with his right hand towards the nearby tall building, and then dragged the spider silk into it like a Tarzan Night sky.
Peter flickered twice in the tall buildings, and disappeared.
Only his voice yelling, still echoing in Gotham's lane!
"Goodbye! You guys ... I wish you a good dream! Don't dream of me ..."
The man in black stood on the platform of the tall building, watching the little spider go away easily, helpless, but wearing a black cape on the other side of the tall building, Batman attached to the eaves like a bat, but tightly Staring at the direction the little spider left.
He took note of the monitoring location in that direction. Once he returns to the Bat Cave or remotely queries, he can find the trail of the little spider again.