Fantasy World Transmigration - 1151. Chapter 1151

Little Spider woke up from a coma. He found himself sitting on the roof of an old tall building. The night wind made him chill. Peter stomped his feet and couldn’t help holding his arm.

“It’s so cold!” The cold wind awakened Peter’s mind for an instant.

He judged that he had been lying here for a long time, otherwise, with Spider-Man’s resistance, he would not be cold to this point. He must have been lying on the platform of this tall building on this cold night for a long time before the whole body would get a little heat. No.

The strange thing is, why didn’t he wake up with the keen sensitivity of spiders after lying down for so long.

“Miss Potts? Bateman? King?” Peter yelled tentatively and found that no one responded. He tried his best to think about the memory before the coma: “What happened? I remember… Mr. Stark and Captain Steve changed his clothes… and Miss Poz’s memory seems to be a little different from mine. Her name is Mr. Stark, the second generation Captain, and Captain Steve is Superman!”

“Then… Mr. Stark invited the captain to go to outer space, and Miss Poz used remote sensing satellites to observe their decisive battle. Then… damn, there is nothing behind! Why am I here?” The little spider was a little puzzled. .

“They left me…” Peter looked around and found him standing at the top of a skyscraper. The four sides of the building were protruding from stone sculptures like monsters. Peter looked down at the city where he was. Several corners of the city, most of the places are covered in a dark curtain.

The place where the neon lights are flashing is the entertainment area. With Peter’s ears, I can hear the faint laughter and noise.

But in most parts of the city, the dim alleyways, old buildings, under the overpasses that can’t be illuminated by street lights, and the sewer network all over the city, some secretive figures haunt them.

The city used to be prosperous, but the surrounding buildings are a bit old, and the gray brick-concrete structure made Peter think that he had come to Los Angeles in the 1980s.

The foul smell of sewers and industrial waste gas came from the cold wind.

Except for a few brightly lit corners, the city is like dead in the dark. Only dirty scavengers wriggle on its carcass. The smell of these animals is very familiar to Peter. He used to be in New York. Wandering over the sky, I saw these gangs in the remote corners of the city who depend on the excrement of the city for their livelihood.

Those brown blood stains, walking with a gun and a baseball bat and a machete, and the dark, clammy smell that Peter was familiar with.

The only difference from New York is that those people in New York live on the edge of the city, wandering in corners where order cannot be illuminated. They live in the shadow of the city, but here… the whole city seems to be in the shadow. On the contrary, light seems to be tied up in a corner, and that light is not an order under civilization and legal system, but a hypocritical order under the aegis of power and violence.

“Isn’t there even a supermarket that opens at night?” Little Spider complained, “I still want a cup of hot cocoa?”

“Damn…Even Hell’s Kitchen has a 24-hour supermarket!”

“There is no 24-hour supermarket in Gotham… There is no need for a 24-hour supermarket here. No one here will go out to buy things at night!” A shadow wearing a black cloak appeared behind Little Spider. Peter was the first Time sensed his existence, turned around and instinctively made a defensive posture, but soon he was surprised.

“Hey! I thought you were all gone! Bateman, Black Bat King…Where is this? Why am I here?”

“I have already told you!” The knight in the dark said, “This is Gotham!”

“And I should ask you, why did you suddenly appear here?” Batman’s voice is still hoarse, although he still maintains a trace of guard, he is no longer so vigilant. Because he could hear Peter’s accent—it was just a child. Even so, Batman has seen too many children who are not simple.

He will not completely trust this person, even if this person seems to trust him quite a bit.

“I fainted, and I woke up here!” Little Spider didn’t make a fuss because Batman didn’t seem to know him. Who knows what’s wrong with their memory.

And he has a vague guess–

“Who knows if Mr. Stark and Captain Steve have changed what they did when they went back in time?”

“Why are those people looking for you? You were in a coma for about three hours here. Just two and a half hours ago, a group of people entered Gotham. They were looking for you, and I found you first and brought you 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 it’s… Divine Shield! Do you know Divine Shield?”

“Holy Shield?” Batman wanted to try torture.

He had never heard of an organization called Divine Shield, and the people who came were not Divine Shield. He had seen and heard of those people. They followed an organization called Illuminati.

Why did the people of the Illuminati look for this boy?

Batman feels that he shouldn’t be entangled too deeply in this matter. Only by watching can he see the truth, so he is not going to hide the boy in a red and blue spider tights again. He rolls over and jumps neatly. Going off the roof, a phantom slid out in the dark night and disappeared into the night.

Gotham is a dark city, so people here like to wear black uniforms.

This bright uniform and innocent boy should go to the metropolis to dream of his superhero, instead of coming to Gotham. Gotham can destroy everyone’s dreams. It is the sustenance of all fear, degeneration and confusion. People here reject it. Outsiders, whether they are heroes… or villains!

Before the little spider had time to ask why Batman had left, he heard the sound of several cars parked downstairs.

Looking down, a group of men in black suits and sunglasses rushed up to the old high-rise building where he was. Although they felt that these people were menacing and not like good people with good intentions, they had nothing to do with the current situation. Knowing Peter still decided to meet these people, if he could learn from them why he appeared here inexplicably?

The little spider shot a spider silk with his right hand and stuck it to the top of the platform signal tower. He pulled the spider silk upside down and squatted on the heads of the men in black who rushed to the high platform, watching them vigilantly flashing the small flashlight with one hand. Take a gun and look everywhere.

“Ahem… hey? Are you looking for me?”

The little spider coughed twice, quietly put down the spider silk, hung upside down behind a man in black who was obviously higher in status, and suddenly said.

The people in black were in a state of chaos. Everyone quickly turned to flashlights and shot them back, and sternly said, “Who is it?”

“Don’t move!”

“Raise your hands!”

They pointed their guns at the little spider, so they squatted and raised their hands, and motioned: “Calm down, calm down, everyone. I am Spider-Man… I don’t kill. Can you talk well?”

Unexpectedly, the man in black didn’t mean to talk to him. While holding the gun against the spider’s forehead, he took out two crayon drawings. He bit the flashlight and shined on the portrait, comparing it with Spider-Man in detail. There is a cartoon version of Spider-Man wearing a red and blue tights, standing on the platform and talking to a mysterious man hiding in the shadows, revealing a bat cape.

There is another portrait…

That was the scene where Spider-Man emerged from a blue whirlpool in the void and fell into a dim alley.

In the comics, there is also a small black figure, just like a small bat, approaching from a tall building in the distance towards the alley where Spider-Man is.

But this figure seems to have been repainted later.

The head of the man in black, the expressionless, unsmiling man, carefully checked the two crayon drawings that seemed to be graffiti by a child, and compared the characters on the drawings with the characteristics of the little spider.

After careful comparison for a minute or so, he waved his hand and said, “Take it away!”

Spider-Man saw that these people couldn’t make a fart with three sticks. No matter how he gagged around, it was useless. He had to pull the spider silk under his feet. The very elastic spider silk instantly bounced Spider-Man high and two little spiders. He clasped his middle finger and quickly ejected the spider web towards the people in black around him.

These people seem to have been ordered to be captured alive or something.

They didn’t shoot right away, until the little spider was clearly out of their control, and then shot at the figure flying by in the sky.

But Spider-Man’s nerve reaction speed exceeds these people too much!

I saw a red and blue shadow swiftly across the sky, throwing all the bullets behind the buttocks, and at the same time, two hands alternately fired rounds of white cobwebs. The cobwebs opened quickly in the air, forming a white one the size of a person. The slime net bounces people to the ground and surfs the Internet, making them immobile.

The leader of the man in black suddenly felt something on his right hand holding the crayon drawing. Before he could react, he was dragged into the air by the whole person. The little spider turned him vigorously, hung upside down like a top, and turned at a high speed. The whole person had no resistance.

The little spider only needs to stick a head of spider silk thread on him, and then as he keeps turning, the spider silk on his body will entangle him and thicken it. Hold on to the crayon drawing.

Spiderman used him to block the muzzle of the remaining man in black, quickly grabbed the two crayon drawings, shot a bunch of spider silk with his right hand towards the nearby tall building, and then pulled the spider silk into the night sky like Tarzan. .

Peter flashed twice in the tall buildings and disappeared.

Only his yelling voice still echoes in the alleys of Gotham!

“Goodbye! Everyone… 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 leave easily, helpless, but on the other side of the tall building, the Batman, who was wearing a black cloak and attached under the eaves like a bat, stared at the little spider. The direction the spider is leaving.

He recorded the monitoring position in that direction, and as long as he returned to the bat cave or searched remotely, he could find the trace of the little spider again.