Avengers polar silver wolf

"So this is how you were caught and used to blackmail Justin Hammer?" In a dilapidated factory building in Queens, New York, Spider-Man asked seriously while sitting on a pile of boxes as tall as a person.

"Yes...yes, that's the case. In order to force Hammer, let him transfer the company and merge it into the umbrella company, and..." A man in a ragged suit said in shock.

"What else? Didn't Umbrella Company go bankrupt long ago and was acquired by you? Why..." Spider-Man asked strangely.

"Now that I think about it, things are far from that simple," the man replied. "All of this should be a conspiracy. They deliberately went bankrupt and were acquired by us. The purpose was to penetrate our company. The umbrella company has established a relatively complete set of

The artificial intelligence system is called the Red Queen..."

"Red Queen, yes, I know. At that time, the Daily Bugle used a full page to promote this matter. Didn't many scientists say it was a milestone for mankind in the field of artificial intelligence?" Spider-Man said thoughtfully.

"That's true, but although the concept we took over has reached the world's top level, Red Queen is still just a framework and model. So before Hammer went to jail, he told me that he hoped to use it as a basis to build a company with Hammer Industries as the basis.

The center's world-wide artificial intelligence network, renamed 'Skynet', can communicate and transmit through the network, allowing senior executives to control any equipment in Hamer's global industrial base without leaving home, including vehicles and large machinery.

Even a coffee machine.”

"Just like Ultron." Another man next to him in the same suit and tie added.

"But the Red Queen is completely a product of us humans, and Ultron was just an idea at the beginning, so I approved the project, but it was only after I actually took it over that I discovered that the Red Queen, as an artificial intelligence, has

The development speed is far beyond the imagination of our entire company. Most of the improvements and updates were actually completed independently, and it soon connected all the branches of Hammer Industry together, and almost all of them, from Signal

Towers, switches, laptops, mobile phones, and even a printer in the office can instantly print out any document it wants." The man said worriedly.

"In other words, you have actually been manipulated by the Red Queen. Unconsciously, the program and the person have swapped roles." Spider-Man said.

"Well, there is indeed no problem in saying that. When we discovered that the Skynet system we had painstakingly built actually provided a medium for the Red Queen's worldwide transmission control, it was too late. It was not so much that the Red Queen had been completely integrated into the Skynet system.

Internet system, rather assimilation. Our company was destroyed by the devil of our own creation."

"In fact, it has maintained very close contact with the Umbrella Company in the past. We have also intercepted a lot of document exchanges that have been encrypted through very complex procedures. However, it was at the critical stage of Skynet's research and development at that time, and we have not freed up manpower.

Carry out decryption work..."

"I heard from some professionals that this encryption method is at least twenty years ahead of us humans." Someone else added next to him.

"Yes, the speed of development of artificial intelligence is really terrifying," Spider-Man jumped down lightly from the top of the four- to five-meter-high pile of boxes and continued, "Originally, I was going to Osborne, but it seems that

Let’s go to the umbrella company first.”

"There is no conflict, Mr. Spider-Man. Although it is secret, after all, the Umbrella Company was still under our umbrella at the beginning, so my authority could once browse all their company's internal documents, so I have also seen one of their

The construction plan of the research institute codenamed 'Hive' is located underneath the Osborne Building." The middle-aged man said in a low voice.

"I see, is there any other valuable information?" Spider-Man was a little excited. Since Osborn Company and Umbrella Company have joined forces, there should be many relevant clues.

"They still took certain measures. There are traces of manual destruction in many places in the files, and what I saw were only some very vague concepts, such as T-virus, G-virus, biological and chemical weapons. They and Os

Although both of these are genetic research, the directions are completely different. By the way, it involves Osborne... It seems to be on an island, conducting experiments on mutant genes, it seems like this, and there is also a code name x-23

, I don’t know whether this is a gene, an action, or something else. These files are automatically shredded within one minute of being opened, so all I know is a few words. I hope it will be helpful to you.

, Mr. Spider-Man.”

"X-23, this code name should indeed have a special meaning. Since it is related to mutants, I think I should talk to Logan again, especially after the world-wide massacre in Westchester County, New York a year ago.

A high-profile accident, almost all the X-Men and Brotherhood were killed in that accident, Professor

"Anyway, the world is becoming more and more unstable now. You can go to Osborne. We can take care of ourselves here." The man said.

"Okay, I guess only Stark Tower can protect your safety for the time being. You can put on some makeup and take a taxi there. This factory is not that far away from Hammer Industries, and I guess it won't be there now."

It's safe. Crossbones is a member of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s special forces. He is very cunning. Listen to me and get out of here. See you later." After Spider-Man said that, he flew out through the ventilation window on the roof of the factory.

Watching Spider-Man leave, the person next to him asked: "What should we do now, Mr. Thomas."

"Kerry died for me. I will never forget this even if I die. I will definitely reward him and the other dead directors. The Red Queen can only crack it from the inside. You go to Stark Tower."

Leave this matter to me."

Osborne Building, Manhattan, Central New York

This building, designed by Norman Osborne, the founder of the Osborne Group, became another landmark building in New York City in the early 20th century, succeeding the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center. It is a landmark not just because it is smaller than the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center.

The Chrysler Building is 10 meters short and has its surreal exterior structure. The entire company building is like a DNA double helix standing next to Central Park, which also reflects the company's core strength and main business.

Where is the stress point of this building? How can it be in such a twisted posture without tilting? Even in the hurricane season, it has never swayed at all. This is a miracle in the eyes of most architects.

It can be seen that the founder Norman Osborne does have extraordinary talent and talent.

But it is a pity that he was blinded by lust and power, and used the power that he could not control to transform into the cold and cruel Green Goblin who was willing to do anything to achieve his goals. This also wrongly guided his own life after his death.

Son - Harry Osborn. Although Harry finally got rid of the entanglement of revenge emotions, it was a pity that he was still in his youth. He should have been sitting in a bright university classroom like Peter, watching the flowers blooming and falling outside the window, and the clouds.

Cirrus Yun is comfortable, but now he can only lie in the cold soil, accompanied by endless darkness.

The spherical nucleotide on the top floor of the Osborne Building is the chairman's office. It is the only room in the entire building that has a nucleotide sphere to itself. The spacious room is more than three stories high, and there is a huge hanging that takes up the entire room.

The crystal chandelier is nearly half the height. This chandelier was customized by the most famous chandelier designer when Norman was still alive. The total weight of the crystals alone reaches one ton.

Polar Silver Wolf was leaning on the mahogany desk in the middle of the room. The smashed Apple all-in-one computer was placed in a dark corner. The table was covered with thick drawings, most of which were densely written with various

Formulas, algorithms and countless complex genetic maps, it’s hard to imagine that these were all completed one stroke at a time. His paws covered with green and black fluff played back and forth with the golden mind gem that was originally on Vision’s forehead, but its color

But it became darker and darker.

"Akeem--" A low and vague voice echoed in the huge office, causing the crystal on the chandelier to rattle.

A man wearing a wide cloak was standing in front of the huge hemispherical glass with his back to him, as if the sound just happened out of thin air. The hat on the cloak prevented him from showing any physical appearance outside. Even at this time,

There is just a clothes hanger inside and there is no difference at all from the outside.

"Boss, Dr. Octopus's robotic arms have been increased to eight as per your request. Dr. Johnson is waiting for you in the laboratory..." A tall, curly-haired woman with regular features walked in holding a thick stack of folders. It was obvious that

She also saw the strange man in front of the glass, his voice gradually became quieter, and she immediately realized that she shouldn't have come in.

"You really shouldn't have come in now," the Polar Silver Wolf said helplessly, holding the Mind Stone in his hand, "I'm sorry, I have to change my secretary again, you are very good." As soon as he finished speaking, a black lightning flew.

After passing by, as a girl screamed straight into the sky, the pile of folders were splashed with blood and fell heavily to the ground. The polar silver wolf's long tongue kept licking the blood on its lips and stood contentedly.

Behind that weirdo:

"Thanos..." He said and put the small gem in a small pocket inside the black windbreaker.

"Haha, you're fine, Akeem." The man turned around and sneered.

"I said, Akim Akimovich is dead, and I am now the Polar Silver Wolf." The Silver Wolf was a little angry.

"I heard that you have obtained the Mind Stone? It's not easy. The people on earth organized the Avengers to deal with us, and you snatched it out under their heavy surveillance. I don't blame you for taking it out last time.

The space gem that originally fell into our hands was lost."

"You are very well-informed, Thanos. Before I even had time to send a signal to notify you, you found it yourself."

"I have said before that I am the oldest god except Galactus, the only survivor left when the last universe was destroyed by us. I know everything in this universe, and nothing can escape my eyes. I hope you will too

Don't try to hide anything from me." He stretched out his hand from his broad cloak, and a golden round gem shone brightly, whether it was the reflection of sunlight outside the glass curtain wall or some other reason.

"What?" Polar Silver Wolf hurriedly touched the pocket inside his windbreaker, then lowered his head dejectedly.

"It seems that you are reluctant to hand it over to me, right? But do you know who gave you this extraordinary wisdom?" Thanos reached out and stroked the soft hair between the silver wolf's drooping ears.

Fluff.

"It's me, it's me who gave you this knowledge. These humans will not be able to understand the knowledge until they perish. I hope you won't use me to give you everything you want to deal with me. The first thing I hope you understand is loyalty."

Thanos's hands were twisting the scattered drawings on the table.

"I don't mean to be disloyal to you, Thanos, but I need it, if the Avengers find the Space Stone in advance..."

"Then you have to find it first!" Thanos's unarguable voice was loud and clear.

When Silver Wolf raised his head again, all that was left was the thick, gray clouds over New York outside the glass.

Several Hydra agents had already cleaned up the corpses and blood on the ground, and an equally tall, beautiful, and dignified girl with a stiff smile had also tidied away the drawings on the table.

When Yin Lang saw the new secretary, he walked up in three steps and knocked down everything she had just arranged. The drawings were spread all over the floor like snowflakes. The girl didn't know what she was doing.

I did something wrong and stood aside blankly, my head lowered to my chest.

Silver Wolf gently toyed with her silky short hair with his paws, then rubbed the fur on the back of his paws against her cheek, and then slid it down to her neck. The girl kept trembling, and big tears fell but she did not stop.

Dare to make the slightest dodge.

Just when he was about to make his next move, a male voice that sounded like an electronic mix came from the door: "What you just had at lunch wasn't enough. Now you know how difficult it is to find a girl you like."

Following the sound, what came in was a computer monitor placed on an iron barrel. On the monitor screen was a man with thin hair and round-rimmed glasses. The screen was the oldest black-and-white display screen, so if you don’t look carefully, it would be really confusing.

I thought it was a portrait of a deceased man hanging on top of an iron bucket. This iron bucket has three robotic arms and three wheels, a bit like a cleaning robot.

It’s hard to imagine that this actually stores the brain data of Dr. Zola, the top scientist in the Japanese Army at that time, and the person on the screen is him. Round glasses, an old-fashioned monitor, and a bucket are probably what you usually see.

Everyone will laugh out loud. But when he was working at the headquarters of Hydra, the predecessor of Hydra, he designed countless killing machines, helped Red Skull Schmidt sweep Europe, and even almost realized his goal of ruling the world.

Ambition.

"Dr. Zola." The polar silver wolf left the new female secretary and pointed at the mess on the ground with its sharp claws. The secretary immediately understood and wiped off the makeup that had already been spent, and knelt on the ground tremblingly to sort out the scattered things.

Documents and manuscript paper.

The polar silver wolf stared at Zola's screen with cold eyes like a knife.

Zola on the screen immediately turned into a frightened expression. Seeing that Silver Wolf made no next move, his expression immediately turned into flattering:

"Hey, Master, I just asked your secretary to tell you that Dr. Johnson is waiting for you, but you turned her into lunch. Do you want me to find two more for you to make a pot?"

"Don't talk nonsense, take me to see him, and the Doctor Octopus plan is only a small part of it. I also want to see what progress the rest has made." Silver Wolf said, taking a step ahead of the heavy machine.

Walked out of the office.

It took less than a minute to take the elevator to Osborne's underground core R&D center, which is also the top-secret area of ​​Osborne Enterprises.

Except for a few top scientists, the rest of the staff here are Hydra agents.

And these masks have been trained since childhood to be loyal, fearless, and cold-blooded soldiers. They have always lived with masks, no names, and only the instructions given by their superiors in their minds.

"The hive we designed and built for Umbrella is almost half complete, and Hammer Industries is also finished with Crossbones..."

"Where's the girl? I said we need to clone our own Wolverine. I went through so much trouble to get Wolverine's X-serum from Japan for you, but in the end, I only created a girl for me." Silver Wolf was impatient.

Zola was interrupted.

"She...she is much more powerful than we thought, and much more difficult to control..." Zola pointed to the laboratory in front of him with the front robotic arm: on the door of the 30-centimetre-thick bank vault was

Deep claw marks were embedded in most of it, and there were obvious bulges on the outside. Not to mention the contents inside, whether it was a stun gun, a baton, or a metal bed frame, they were all broken into pieces and scattered around.

land.

The polar silver wolf stretched out his long nails to fiddle with the bullet-proof glass that was turned outwards with broken threads and said: "It's amazing, this looks like Logan's daughter, she is exactly like him."

"But don't worry, I have sent her to Ganabrar Island. There are swarms of things that are a hundred times more ferocious than her. It is absolutely impossible for her to escape. Just rest assured.

Spencer also flew over, and Dr. Wu had been waiting there for a long time. These are experts in genetics. I estimate that with a few small adjustments to her genes, she can completely obey our orders.

"Zola said confidently.

"Tell Crossbones to come with us." The Polar Silver Wolf didn't feel at ease at all, but instead showed more anxiety.

"What's wrong? Boss, is it necessary to call Crossbones? Do they..."

"As I said, do you know what Spencer started studying? Viruses! T-virus and G-virus. I have seen his original gene sequence, which turns everyone into walking zombies who only know how to eat and bite. This

Is it evolution or degeneration?! Do you think it is meaningful for us to rule a world like that?" Silver Wolf suddenly became furious.

"Yes, yes... I will contact Crossbones immediately and ask him to leave immediately." Zola's screen immediately turned into a string of codes, and within a few seconds his face appeared on the screen again.

"Tell him again to tell Spencer and Hammond not to move until I get over." Silver Wolf added.

"Ah? You want to go too, what about the Avengers here? Don't care?" Zola asked in surprise.

"You're just kidding. Anyway, don't you say that the girl is foolproof when she is placed on Ganabural Island? I'm going to go see what my results are like. What does it have to do with it here? I don't feel at ease with you here?"

However, if something goes wrong, I tell you Zola, if I hadn't backed you up in the Soviet Union in the early days, you would have listened to Pierce and foolishly self-destructed. Do you understand, you can't even think of the shell of the can outside?

I can’t get it, so…”

"I understand, I understand, I will do my best, don't worry, boss." Zola on the screen smiled flatteringly.

"Do you still have this expression in your program? Why does it take up so much memory?" Silver Wolf said as he unknowingly arrived at another spacious and bright laboratory.

"Boss, you're here. I've increased Dr. Ottovis's robotic arms from four to eight. The person linking this armor is definitely the authentic Doctor Octopus, but I guess his hands and feet will degenerate, haha." A hair

It was messy, with glasses high and low, and people in wrinkled white overalls ran out excitedly.

"Thank you for your hard work, Dr. Johnson." Zola said politely, and then turned to the Polar Silver Wolf. "This Dr. Johnson is an expert in combined machines and was Dr. Otto Weiss's consultant when he designed this set of robotic arms."

Polar Silver Wolf nodded slightly and walked into the laboratory. Several young staff were holding folders and sitting in front of the machine with countless indicator lights flashing, making final adjustments.

The eight black mechanical arms in the center are aggressive, like a monster with eight tentacles. No wonder Ottovis was controlled by them in the first place.

"Well, I told Dr. Ottovis that he must strengthen the protection of the cerebellum, but in order to gain more power, he chose to compress the control chip. In the end, he lost control under the influence of powerful external forces and was controlled by them," Johnson laughed.

Let's talk.

"Then show us the results of your personal transformation." Silver Wolf sneered.

"What? Dr. Zola, no, what we said at the beginning was that volunteers would conduct the experiment." Johnson was startled, and cold sweat broke out on his head.

"Yes, boss, we have volunteers to do this kind of thing. I think... Dr. Johnson doesn't need to do the experiment himself. If there are problems, he can correct them in time." Zola said hurriedly at the side.

"That means there is something wrong with your work, Dr. Johnson." Silver Wolf teased.

"No, no, no, how is it possible? There will definitely be no problem with my work. I..." Johnson said eagerly.

"Then please, come and prove it for us." The Polar Silver Wolf stretched out its claws.

"I..." Johnson bit his lip and looked at Zola, who had never had any problems since being implanted in this body but now had a black screen, slowly walking onto the experimental table with a cold sweat.

"Teacher..." Several young staff members around him tried to stop him, but he pushed them away.

"Follow the steps of our simulation. Don't worry, I won't be like Dr. Otto Weiss. There will be absolutely no problem with the enhancement chip at the back. Huh... come on!" Johnson pretended to be relaxed and activated the eight robotic arms. The metal belly

A performed the first level of fixation, followed by the neuron connection. A snake-like long neuron connector extended along his spine to the brainstem and cerebellum at the neck.

"Hmm, it might hurt a little. Ottovis doesn't seem to have been anesthetized or disinfected, so... I'll just link it directly." The students who were operating various machines and computers below could clearly see the teacher's lips.

Trembling constantly.

"Teacher..." one of the students said timidly even though he knew nothing could be changed.

"It's okay, don't worry, kid, this is the result of our joint efforts. Her first time should be given to me." Johnson smiled, which was undoubtedly the most embarrassing smile his student had ever seen his teacher.

Seeing that the students were ready and looking at him worriedly, he took a deep breath and muttered:

"Let's get started."

As he spoke, he touched a miniature operating panel a few times, and saw many ten-centimeter steel needles sticking out of the neuron connector behind him. When he pressed the last key with his trembling index finger, all the steel needles

They all inserted into his body and connected into his spine, brainstem and cerebellum. The sound of the steel needles penetrating into the bones made all the students shudder.

These steel needles are actually neuron connection joints. The designer uses them to connect the robotic arm to his own nerves. In order to ensure the activity of the nerves and successfully establish the connection, the experimenter cannot be anesthetized and must keep his consciousness absolutely awake. This

The pain should be conceivable.

"The heartbeat is stable, the heart rate is normal, the oxygen content is normal, and the neurons are connected successfully." said the student sitting next to the holographic display.

"The control chip is activated and begins to ensure the independent consciousness of the cerebellum."

"The artificial intelligence of the robotic arm is online and starting to assist in operation."

Several more students began to report the situation loudly.

Johnson slowly opened his eyes, and several students had already wiped away the blood that spilled on his back: "The blood loss has been reduced by 15% compared to expected, and the vital signs are good."

"Okay, 150 milligrams of epinephrine, all eight robotic arms are activated." At this time, the display screen on one side lit up, and the display screen was divided into eight equal parts, covering all the scenes around Johnson's body, and then the eight robotic arms began to slow down.

It shook slowly, slowly pulled it back from the shelf, then opened its mechanical claws and kept moving, as if it was adapting to how to move.

"How was it? Teacher, the experiment was very successful. Do you feel uncomfortable?" A student ran up and asked.

"Um... uncomfortable? No, I'm fine, fine." Johnson's gums were bleeding from the violent bite.

He vomited the blood in his mouth into a trash can and staggered down from the display stand. The eight robotic arms kept automatically supporting the ground, walls and other supporting objects in an effort to keep him balanced.

"It seems he really succeeded." Polar Silver Wolf suddenly laughed and said.

"Well, really, wow, really," Zola's face suddenly lit up on the screen again, "Congratulations, Dr. Johnson, you are now the new generation of Doctor Octopus, or the enhanced Doctor Octopus? Well,

Octopus plus?”

After shaking for a long time, Johnson finally gradually adapted to the operation of the robotic arm, and gradually began to feel that this should be what humans will look like after evolution. With the support of the robotic arm, people do not need legs to stand at all, and the mechanical claw can do anything.

Things, even very precise work can be done effortlessly, so the hand can completely degenerate.

"How's it going, Dr. Johnson? How do you feel?" Silver Wolf looked at him with a smirk.

"Great, this feels super good. Well... except for being a little dizzy just now, they are completely my hands and feet now. I think this technology can be widely promoted, especially in the field of manufacturing smart prosthetics for disabled people. Am I all the same?"

Can I win the Nobel Prize?”

Johnson was so excited that he moved around the room even more like a child. The machines and computers were crushed into a ball like paper under the mechanical claws.

The students fled away one after another, clinging to the wall and looking in horror at the monster they had worked hard to create for half a year, just like Frankenstein in Mary Shelley's novel when he finally succeeded in splicing different corpses into Frankenstein.

When I woke up, I felt a mixture of surprise, joy, fear and bewilderment.

"Hey, okay, Johnson, don't waste my time anymore, show me what I want to see." Silver Wolf suddenly changed his face, grabbed a desk next to him and threw it at him.

This sudden scene frightened Johnson. He hurriedly used his hands to block him, and the four mechanical arms immediately blocked him tightly. However, except for the two supporting the ground, the other two were raised in an instant, and their claws were raised.

The lamp emitted two colored heat rays, and the solid wood desk was instantly cut into three sections, then caught fire and fell to the ground with a roar.

The eyes of the students leaning against the wall turned to fear at this time, and the one who was more frightened than them was Johnson, who was stunned by this scene.

As a scientist, he actually turned himself into a killing machine. When he accepted this task, he never dreamed that he would have such terrifying power.

"Hehe, this is ridiculous, Johnson, this is what I really want." Silver Wolf said with the most evil smile.

"Who are you? The reason why you have locked us in this laboratory from R&D and assembly to now is definitely not just because of company secrets. What on earth do you want to do?!" Johnson asked sharply.

"You don't need to know this. Your mission is to be loyal to me. Don't worry, I won't treat you badly." Silver Wolf said.

"I don't need it. I feel like this is all a conspiracy. Tell me everything, otherwise I will destroy this armor immediately."

"Oh? Really? Do you think I can install weapons inside without anyone noticing, so you can't handle this?" Silver Wolf sneered. A team wore black uniforms with "u.s.s" printed on their upper arms.

The marked special forces soldiers rushed in quickly and surrounded Johnson and his students.

A special team member grabbed one of the girls by her hair and pushed her to the ground, pressing the cold gun muzzle against the back of her head.

The girl, frightened by the situation and pain, cried helplessly.

"Hey, don't touch her!" a boy among the students shouted, pushing the special soldier's body as stiff as an iron fence.

"So childish, Rogers probably wouldn't show off like this stupidly," Silver Wolf laughed disdainfully, "This is reality, learn from it." He nodded to the special team member who stopped the boy.

.

In an instant, blood spurted out from the boy's neck. The special team member casually wiped the blood on the blade and continued to stand there like an iron fence. Everything was as usual.

"Yes, you have all seen it. Acting like a hero without knowing anything can't change anything at all. This is reality. Those things in comic books wearing tight pants and flying around in the sky are all fake. There is no such thing.

People can save everyone, it is enough for everyone to save themselves."

"You are so despicable, Zola! You are also a scientist, and you are actually working for such a person! You have tainted science!" Johnson roared.

At this time, Zola's screen went black again. At this time, it was more like an automatic cleaning machine. There was no so-called artificial intelligence or any high-end technology.

"Really? I see you still think your students have lived long enough." Silver Wolf moved his fingers easily.

The girl who was pinned to the ground stopped crying with the sound of a gunshot, and red blood flowed to Johnson's feet. Johnson shouted desperately: "No! They are still children!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he looked at the Death Eater-like special forces team members in front of him with angry tears. The eight mechanical arms threw them around in an instant, and they were embedded in the walls, ceilings, and machines that were emitting sparks.

"Not bad."

Silver Wolf smiled and pressed the button in his hand. After a moderate vibration, all electronic products were paralyzed.

Except for a few special dim lights that were still working hard to light up in the entire laboratory, even the eight robotic arms were not spared. After losing power, they were like two-ton iron blocks, trapping Johnson and unable to move.

"Mr. Polar Silver Wolf, it was detected that the C-163 laboratory pulse device was activated, causing a temporary interruption of the power system. Will it be restored immediately?" Several beams of red light formed the figure of a little girl.

"Recover, you are doing well, kid." Silver Wolf said in a low voice.

"Power is being restored..."

"Let's go out and leave the rest to Johnson. I believe he can handle it well." Silver Wolf knocked on the casing of the Zola and walked out of the laboratory. Several special team members were still busy.

Zola, who restarted, pushed out and kept up with Silver Wolf.

At this time, all the lights in the laboratory were restored. The students huddled at the foot of the wall looked at the two corpses in a pool of blood and Johnson, who was standing in an extremely abnormal manner with messy hair.

"Old...old teacher." One of them called out tremblingly.

"Get out of my head!" Johnson suddenly yelled. The sound was so hysterical that the students who had followed him for three or four years wondered if it was the teacher. "Get out of my head, please, stop talking."

, my head...my head! It's going to split!"

The students found that the eight robotic arms began to resume activities one after another, and the eight split screens on the side also came online and lit up one after another. They saw themselves on that screen.

Silver Wolf still walked to the next laboratory easily, but he kept throwing a metal object the size of a table tennis ball in his hand. The blue indicator light on it gradually dimmed, and there were several broken wires of different colors behind it.

of wires.

"What is this? Is it that... control chip?!" Zola's slightly tired face, which had just restarted, appeared on the screen again.

"That's right..." Before Silver Wolf could finish his words, several hoarse shouts came from the laboratory just behind him, from boys and girls. This was possible only under extreme fear.

"You should let me turn off the phone and rest for a while, boss. I've heard enough of these death screams in Hydra. Johnson is a good man, really."

"The next eight metal arms and poor Dr. Johnson will be left to you. My queen, I just tested them for you and it feels very good." Silver Wolf laughed wildly.

"No problem, Mr. Polar Silver Wolf." The girl's sweet and eerie voice came from the speaker above her head.

"I should let you shut down for a while, or just let you crash. I don't have any extra backup. If you really mess with me," Silver Wolf suddenly grabbed one of his robotic arms fiercely.

Effortlessly he twisted it off and threw it to a special team member behind him, "I didn't mean to do it. Help him install it, or else weld eight robotic arms to him?" Then he walked forward quickly, mumbling.

"The Red Skull can handle it..."

"You still mention him, how many years have passed..." Zola muttered, and then yelled at the special team members behind him: "Follow up!"

The dazzling sunlight reflected from the glass curtain wall outside the Osborne Building blinded Spider-Man.

He crouched in a relatively hidden corner of the building and kept looking inside, but the exterior glass of the building was like a mirror. No matter how carefully he looked, he still saw himself in a red tights.

Just when he was about to look for other possible entrances, suddenly three silver steel claws stretched out directly through the glass, and effortlessly drew a large isosceles triangle. A diamond knife cut a 20 mm thick single layer.

It is impossible for any glass to be so smooth, let alone a curtain wall composed of three layers of glass.

Before Spider-Man could react, the triangular piece of glass had been kicked out of the building from the inside. Fortunately, there was a narrow rooftop below, so the falling glass did not attract anyone's attention.

When Spider-Man looked inside again, a thick arm pulled him in.

The room was littered with the corpses of managers in formal attire and several special forces members in black uniforms. Their blood was like wallflowers, making the originally drab and dull conference room full of life.

"They...you..." Spider-Man looked at everything in front of him and then looked at the solemn face of Wolverine Logan and said.

"Yes, thanks to you, kid, they are all dead." Wolverine's face turned pale.

"What's the fault of me? I've been outside all this time. You pulled me in, okay? Logan." Although he was wearing a hood, Peter Parker still showed a confused expression under the mask.

"Oh? Really? Mr. Parker, then I'm going to ask you to play back the reality show we just had outside." Wolverine grabbed Spider-Man's head and pressed him against the glass.

Spider-Man is about to resist, but wait, this glass, looking out from the inside, really looks like an ultra-clear display screen. Because of Spider's sensitive senses, his eyesight is also exceptionally superior. He can even see clearly through the window.

Across the bustling street, the woman in the third window from the left on the seventh floor is holding an electronic statement from Citibank; and in the first window on the right side of the elevator on the sixth floor, on top of the sugar cube next to the mug

There was a Western honey bee parked there. This kind of bee he had seen in the flower beds on both sides of the Champs Elysées in Paris when he was shooting a column for the Daily Bugle. This kind of bee was originally from Europe and later spread all over the world due to worldwide colonial migration.

Any large state except Antarctica; and…

Everything was fed back to the nerve center of his brain within seconds.

That was just...

Spider-Man imagined the scene in the conference room just now:

Logan, who sneaked into the Osborne Building in civilian clothes, saw several heavily armed special forces hurriedly pushing away the people in front of them, knocking over the coffee in their hands and knocking down the documents in their hands. He sensed that something was about to happen.

Logan quickly followed them and followed them to the door of a large conference room.

The moment the door was pushed open by them, they saw Spider-Man, who had no idea what was happening and was still clinging to the glass and looking inside.

The special forces members smiled and pointed their guns at Spider-Man outside the window. The surrounding attendees were also whispering as if they were thirsty to see the blood spurting out. A man in a suit and ties, who looked like a senior executive, walked outside the door and was about to call for updates.

Multiple people came over to deal with possible situations.

But the moment he opened the door, Wolverine rushed in with lightning speed, and in less than half a minute, the conference room was nothing but the scene in front of him.

"It's not your first day as a superhero, Parker. You don't have any anti-detection ability? If I don't kill them, if one of them escapes, then you can't even think about sneaking in." Logan said sternly.

After that, he let go of his hand and walked out the door.

Parker had never seen Logan like this.

It seems that as he expected, there are too many inner problems hidden in Logan's heart.

What is he hiding?

Is it just the last accident?

Could it be that the last accident had another hidden reason besides Jean Gray's rampage?

"Hey! Logan!"

Wolverine walked to the door and grabbed the doorknob as if he hadn't heard anything. Parker continued, "Then what are you doing here? You tried every means to get in... You have a purpose, including agreeing to join the Avengers..."

"This is none of your business, Parker, I know what I'm doing." Logan said, trying to open the door.

"Is it because of what happened two years ago? It seems that Westchester County is not far from here. Xavier School for Gifted Youth is quite famous. I heard about it when I was in high school. I plan to go there for practical activities during the summer vacation.

Doing research..." Hearing this, Logan suddenly became furious.

He turned around and almost flew across the large conference table like an arrow, pressing Spider-Man against the wall. He made a fist with his other hand and three silver steel claws slowly stretched out from between the finger bones, and blood flowed out.

Will it bleed when he stretches out his steel claws? Why didn't you notice before?

His self-healing ability shouldn't be... His fists that soon became bloody were really shocking.

He had no time to think about it anymore.

"Don't mess with me, Parker, and don't mention anything that happened in that damn place two years ago. I really don't want to hurt you." Logan's hands couldn't be restrained either because of anger or for other reasons.

trembling.

"What's wrong with you Logan? You've been hiding a lot from us, including two years ago in Westchester."

Parker didn't mean to stop, but took off his mask and continued, with infinite sadness in his eyes: "I was once a person who wanted to protect the entire New York, rescue the ladies who were blocked in the alleys, and protect the people going to the car.

Children picking up balls on the road with cars passing by, and people trapped in burning houses. I hope to hear their praises, see them cheering and applauding me. I hope that by protecting them all the time, I can keep them safe.

A better life, just this little request," Parker slowly pulled off his hood, revealing a helpless and sad face, his eyes sparkling with tears, which really made the angry Logan

Startled, the two of them slowly sat on the ground. Parker held the Spider-Man mask in his hand, "Battle of New York, Nick actually called me before, but I refused, maybe because of aliens or something.

God or something like that, I scoffed, or it was just an excuse for me to escape. In fact, from the time Tony announced that he was Iron Man, I no longer wanted to interfere with the security of New York, so I applied to James to go to Europe.

A special topic about bees." He smiled bitterly when he said this, and clenched the hand holding the mask hard.

Logan wiped the blood on the back of his hand, and his eyes showed more empathy. He saw this young man who had always been optimistic and fearless so emotional, and continued to listen without saying a word: "New York

During the battle, I saw some online videos, as well as those that Nick sent me about aliens, Hydra, the Cube, Thor and Loki. Asgard, these are beyond science fiction.

When something with a magical feel appeared in front of me, I felt more fear. It turned out that there was such a powerful enemy in front of me, and it was impossible for one person to deal with the enemy alone," Parker said.

He leaned his head against the wall and looked at the roof.

Thinking about the time in Paris when I just saw people horrified and filming Loki in Germany with their mobile phones, forcing them to kneel to him.

Mary Jane came over gently and gently put her hand on his shoulder and said: "I'm here to call Nick. You should become a part of the Avengers. Go, little tiger."

Parker stroked the silky skin on the back of her hand and said, "They are enough..."

At exactly this moment, the person who shot the video exclaimed: "Look! It's Captain, Captain America! Take a picture!" Parker made a face at Mary, gesturing for her to listen to what was said in the video.

But there was no smile on Mary's face. Instead, she felt even more puzzled and disappointed. Then she quickly pulled out the hand held by Parker, walked to the door quickly with emotion, and paused for a moment.

Suddenly, she turned around with a little smile on her face:

"They need you, the world needs Spider-Man, you are not just my hero, nor just the hero of 10 million people in New York, you should be the hero of all the people in need around the world. Honey, go ahead, this

The world needs you, and the world needs Spider-Man."

"I...I can't..." Parker said tremblingly, his eyes wandering, "I'm sorry, Mary Jane..."

"You have nothing to apologize to me for, Peter. You are perfect as my hero. But what you are really sorry for is the world." Mary said and walked out.

Parker was left alone to put on his computer and hold his hair on the table.

"I only said these words to you, Logan. She bought a ticket back to New York that night, leaving me alone in Europe. Really, it made me think a lot at the time and made me grow a lot. Now

It’s no longer like before. The enemy now doesn’t give us the chance to show our heroism at all. To fight against him, we must unite. We are a whole, a family, and comrades. Because, we are Avengers!”

Parker looked firmly into Logan's eyes, and Logan was obviously moved by his words.

"Yes, what you said makes sense. Peter, actually... actually two years ago, well, it was me, I killed everyone, the X-Men, my brothers, sisters and the fraternity... I can't believe it, it's very

Isn't it amazing, am I a big sinner?" Logan choked up when he said this.

A drop of turbid tears left a watermark on his faded jeans: "My... my hands, my hands are all filled with their blood!" His voice was almost a roar, which showed that this matter was in his heart.

It has been suppressed for too long.

"How is it possible?! Logan! I don't believe it, how could you do such a thing! This is definitely not your intention!" Parker seemed to have been hit by a bolt from the blue. Wolverine Logan, who values ​​love and justice and hates evil as much as hatred.

The image has long been ingrained in his mind, and he must believe that he will do such a thing unless he believes that the earth will turn upside down in the next second.

"Whether it was intentional or not, they did die in my hands, Peter." Logan sadly took off the old jacket he had worn for decades to reveal his scarred body, each of which was more than ten centimeters tall.

The scars were really shocking. Then he wiped a handful of hair and saw a patch of white immediately appeared on his head, and on his hand were the residue of a handful of inferior hair dye.

"Logan...you...what on earth have you experienced?!"

(To be continued)