End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

This is a small road that is not even considered a branch. It is a bit inappropriate to call it a road. It is just an alley, or a dead end. The distance is wider than the alley where Captain America is often beaten. Residents can be parked in a single row. used cars.

On both sides of the alley are old-fashioned residential apartment buildings with bricks and stones visible, clotheslines hanging overhead, several iron fire escape ladders bent and stretched to the ground, street lamps that have not been repaired all year round, trash cans full of black big bags, and a few juggernauts. Together, discuss silently how to conquer the cats of the earth.

At the end of the cul-de-sac, Russell found the door of his own house. The cold iron sheet was very thick. The scene was very graphic, which made him suspect that the identity arranged by the system might not be a good person.

Russell fumbled in his pocket, but couldn't find the key, but it wasn't a big problem. According to his years of experience, the pot of prickly pear beside him was very suspicious.

Sure enough, after moving the flowerpot, he found a key.

This is a small two-story building, and all the windows are on the other side facing away from the alley. The internal structure is the layout of an office building, but I don't know how it got into his hands.

Outside the window is a spacious and bright park, but it's a pity that there is no other door open, otherwise it would be nice to sleep late in the shade of the trees.

Russell felt that the two-story building must be difficult, frowning and searching, and found two M1911 pistols and a box of yellow stirrup bullets in the drawer of the master bedroom.

He unloaded the magazine and found that it was full of bullets, but the safety was off. In addition, there are four spare magazines, also full of bullets.

"He is a person with a story, I like this kind of character design!"

Russell frowned, and suddenly became interested in his own identity. He searched the bookshelves several times, and finally found a diary on the desk.

‘Uneasy, uneasy, dreaming of being shot to death every day, I don’t know if I can do it...’

"Although some accidents happened, the ending seems to be good, we became brothers..."

'They were caught, but I couldn't do anything, even a little excited...'

'...'

Russell glanced at ten lines, and quickly flipped through the diary. At first, he didn't see anything, but his face changed drastically after a while.

'It's been three years, it's been three years since it was agreed, she's already married, and I...'

'Three years and three years, when will the head...'

'Insomnia, crankiness, irritability, I'm tired...'

'The guy called me today and somehow I told the guy they were in serious business...'

'I may not be able to turn back, but who understands my loneliness...'

'...'

Russell picked up the diary, turned around and went to the bathroom, burned it with a blank expression, and pressed the flush toilet.

He likes people with stories who are not fake, but this is too exciting. After all, what is the phone number of that person, is it too late to call now?

Russell came to the phone, opened the messy phone book, and quickly gave up the treatment, because even if he found the person's phone number, he didn't know what to say.

God knows who 'they' are!

"This time, my identity is a bit tricky. I was just called a hero by the little spider, and when I turned around, I was slapped in the face..." Russell continued to search for clues in the room.

Five minutes later, he found the basement entrance in a compartment on the first floor.

Turn on the lights! Push door!

A smell of disinfectant water hits the face, it feels like entering a hospital, and it is indeed the case, this is a surgical operating room, equipped with shadowless lamps, operating tables, emergency carts and other equipment.

It can't compare to the regular equipment, but it's no problem to fetch bullets and suture wounds.

"So, I am an unknown soldier who entered the underground world, and my identity is a surgeon... Very good, it doesn't matter whether the patient is good or bad, I can continue to be a hero."

Russell turned off the lights and left, and returned to the second floor again. His identity was cleared, and it was not as bad as he imagined. The most important thing right now is, where is his receipt?

Behind the head of the bed in the master bedroom, Russell found a safe embedded in the wall. After violently prying it open, he sorted out stacks of beautiful knives.

"Brother, you are wrong! But it doesn't matter, I will help you find your way back and return to the ranks of evil killers!"

...

At twelve o'clock on the night shift, Russell had nothing to do, thinking about going out for a walk, but just as he put on his coat, there was a bang on the iron door.

Russell frowned, and opened the observation port on the iron door. Before he could see who it was, a few Franklin cards were stuffed in.

(a`??a)

Thinking about his current status, Russell curled his lips and cursed bad luck, and opened the iron door to the outside.

One was black and the other was white, and three people from the Tao who didn't look like a good bird came in. One of them was supported by a white man, his face was pale, the corner of his mouth was blue, and one arm was drooping weakly.

"Doctor, business is here!"

"Well, come with me!"

Russell tilted his head in the direction of the basement, and just took the bullet. It was very simple, and there were three steps in total. Cut the wound with a knife, pinch the bullet out with tweezers, suture it with a needle and thread, and prescribe some anti-inflammatory drugs after the work is done, so that the patient can eat more pig liver to replenish blood.

It was the first time to have an operation, and Russell was a little excited when he thought about it.

Boom!

There was a strange noise from a certain room on the second floor, it was loud, not only Russell, but even the three Taoists heard it.

"Doctors?"

Russell replied irresponsibly: "Don't look at me, I'm the only one in the house, maybe a thief."

The expressions of the three of them changed, and they turned and left out of caution. Russell didn't stop him, locked the door and walked upstairs, trying to see who was blind and dared to sneak in the territory of his evil nemesis.

With two M1911s in hand, Russell strode up to the second floor, kicked open the study door at the end of the corridor, turned on the lamp on the desk, and a burly man sat on the boss chair with his back facing him, puffing.

The big man hiding in the shadows, smoking cigarettes from the desk, was too arrogant for a thief.

"Who are you?" Russell frowned slightly, could he be 'that person'?

"Man, it doesn't matter who I am, what matters is who you are?" The burly man stood up from the boss's chair, wearing a black robe with a hood, his bulging muscles stretched the black robe very wide, and he was two meters tall by visual inspection. There was also a mask on his face.

The sharp shape made Russell very familiar, thinking that the other party was imitating him, but he decisively denied it after three seconds, because the face on the other party's face was not a mask at all, but a head cut from the poster.

Wolverine from the X-Men!

Where the hell is Wolverine in this world?

Russell stared and couldn't speak. The world is not as simple as he imagined, and Spider-Man is definitely not the only one.

"Now, outsider, answer my question, who are you, where are you from, and what is the purpose of approaching Peter Parker?"

Russell heard the words thoughtfully, and held up two M1911s: "Yes, but you must first tell me, who are you? Why is there a poster of Wolverine?"

"Hahaha, you really know!"

The big man laughed loudly, then pointed to the poster portrait on his face, and said complacently: "To tell you the truth, I am Wolverine."

"Impossible. It's true that Wolverine is a muscular man, but he is a short man, definitely not two meters." Russell shook his head decisively. Normal people would definitely not stick posters on their faces. This is a fake with a fake name. Very perfunctory.

"It makes sense, Wolverine is really short, not as tall as the chassis..." The burly man muttered in a low voice, before tearing off the poster from his face.

"hiss!!"

Russell gasped. Under the poster was a dark and ferocious face. The white eyes were covered by a ring of red eyeshadow. Then there was a big mouth full of fangs, and a long tongue sticking out, with a disgusting expression. of slime.

It's not Wolverine, it's Venom!

"venom!?"

Russell groaned in disbelief, remembering that this version of Spider-Man had Venom in it, but not now, but after the villainous Doctor Octopus. It came to the earth from the universe, possessed Spiderman Peter Parker, was abandoned and attached to a reporter, and formed a villain duo with Sandman.

"Quack quack, you know even venom, I'm getting more and more curious about your identity."

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