Fantasy World Transmigration

Little Spider woke up from a coma, and he found himself sitting on the roof of an old high-rise building, the night wind was blowing his body chills, Peter stomped his feet, and couldn't help holding his arms.

"It's so cold!" The cold wind instantly cleared Peter's mind.

He judged that he had been lying here for a long time, otherwise, with Spiderman's resistance, he would not have been so cold. He must have been lying on the platform of this high-rise building for a long time on this cold night, so that he could lose any heat in his body. No.

It's strange why after lying down for so long, he didn't wake up with the keen sense of spiders.

"Miss Potts? Batterman? King?" Peter tentatively called out twice, but found no response. He tried his best to think about his memories before coma: "What happened? I remember... Mr. Stark and Captain Steve has changed into another outfit... and Miss Potts's memory seems to be a little different from mine, she is called Mr. Stark's second-generation captain, and she is called Captain Steve Superman!"

"Then...Mr. Stark invited the captain to go to outer space, and Miss Potts used remote sensing satellites to observe their decisive battle. Then...Damn it, there was nothing behind! Why did I appear here?" The little spider was a little puzzled .

"They left me in..." Peter looked around and found that he was standing on the top of a skyscraper with monster-like stone sculptures protruding from all sides of the building. Peter looked down on the city where he was, and the bright gas lights illuminated the 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 hearing ability, he can hear the faint laughter and noise coming from there.

But in most places in this city, there are dark alleyways, old buildings, under the overpasses that cannot be illuminated by street lights, and the sewer network all over the city, where some mysterious figures appear indistinctly.

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

The stench of sewers and industrial waste gas wafted through the cold wind.

Except for a few brightly lit corners, the city seemed dead in the dark, and only filthy scavengers squirmed on its corpse. The smell of these animals was very familiar to Peter, who once lived in New York. Wandering above the sky, I saw these gangs living on the excrement of the city in the remote corners of the city.

The brown blood, the way he walked with the gun and the baseball bat machete, and the dark, clammy smell 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 the order cannot shine, they live in the shadow of the city, but here... the whole city seems to be in the shadow, On the contrary, the light seems to be tied in a corner, and that kind of light is not an order under civilization and the rule of law, but a hypocritical order under the shelter of power and violence.

"Isn't there even a supermarket that's open 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, and no one here will go out to buy things at night!" A shadow in a black cloak appeared behind the little spider, Peter first Time noticed his existence, turned around and instinctively made a defensive gesture, but soon he showed a look of surprise.

"Hey! I thought you were all gone! Batman, Black Bolt... Where is this place? Why am I here?"

"I've already told you!" The knight in the dark said, "This is Gotham!"

"And I should be the one to ask you, why did you suddenly appear here?" Batman's voice was still hoarse. Although he still maintained a trace of vigilance, he was no longer so vigilant. Because he recognized Peter's accent—it was just a kid. Even so,

But Batman has seen too many children who are not simple.

He won't trust this person completely because of this, even if this person seems to trust him quite a lot.

"I passed out, and I woke up here!" Little Spider didn't make a fuss because Batman didn't seem to know him, who knows what happened to their memory.

And he had a vague guess——

"Who knows if Mr. Stark and Captain Steve went back to the past and changed something?"

"Why are those people looking for you? You were unconscious here 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 brought you here , You still have ten minutes to explain, and they will come back soon!" Batman said calmly.

The little spider was dumbfounded: "How do I know who they are? Maybe it's...the Holy Shield! Do you know the Holy Shield?"

"Holy Shield?" Batman wanted to try torture.

He had never heard of an organization called Holy Shield at all, and the people who came were not Holy Shield. He had seen and heard of those people, and they obeyed an organization called the Illuminati Revelation Society.

Why are the Illuminati looking for this boy?

Batman felt that he shouldn't get too entangled in this matter, only by watching can he see the truth, so he didn't plan to hide the boy wearing a red and blue spider tights again, he turned over and jumped Going down to the rooftop, a phantom slid out of the dark night and disappeared into the night.

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

This boy with a bright uniform and an innocent look should go to Metropolis to dream of a superhero instead of Gotham. Gotham can destroy everyone's dreams. It is the sustenance of all fear, depravity and confusion. Outsiders, whether heroes... or villains!

Before the little spider had time to ask why Baiteman 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 I felt that these people were menacing and did not look like good people with good intentions, they had nothing to do with the current situation. The well-known Peter still decided to meet these people, what if he could learn from them why he appeared here inexplicably?

The little spider shot out a thread from its right hand and stuck it to the top of the signal tower on the platform. Pulling the thread, he squatted upside down on top of the men in black who rushed up to the platform, watching them vigilantly flashing a small flashlight. Take a gun and look around.

"Ahem... Hey? Are you looking for me?"

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

The people in black were in a state of chaos, and all of them turned around quickly to shine their flashlights backwards, and shouted sharply, "Who is it?"

"Don't move!"

"Hands up!"

The little spider they pointed at with their guns had no choice but to squat down and raise their hands, signaling: "Calm down, everyone. I'm Spider-Man... I don't kill people. Can everyone talk nicely?"

Unexpectedly, the man in black didn't intend to talk to him. While holding a gun against the little spider's forehead, he took out two crayon drawings. He bit the flashlight and took a picture on the portrait, carefully comparing it with Spiderman. The portrait It depicts a cartoon version of Spider-Man wearing a red and blue tights, standing on a platform and talking to a mysterious man hiding in the shadows with a bat cloak exposed.

And yet another portrait...

That's the scene where Spider-Man emerges from a blue vortex in the void and falls down a dark alley.

In the comics, there is also a small black figure, which can only be seen as a small bat, approaching the alley where Spiderman is from a tall building in the distance.

But this figure seems to be repainted later.

The leader of the man in black—that expressionless, unsmiling man carefully checked the two crayon drawings that seemed to be scribbled by children, comparing the characters on the drawings with the characteristics of the little spider.

After careful comparison for about a minute, he waved his hand and said, "Take it away!"

Seeing that these people couldn't fart with three sticks, Spider-Man saw that it was useless no matter how he joked around, so he had to pull the spider silk under his feet, and the extremely elastic spider silk instantly bounced Spider-Man high, and the little spider two Clasping the middle finger with one hand, he quickly catapulted the spider web towards the men in black around him.

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

They didn't shoot immediately, until the little spider obviously got out of their control, and then they shot at the figure flying past in the air.

But Spiderman's nerve reaction speed is much faster than these people!

I saw a red and blue shadow flying across the sky quickly, throwing all the bullets to the back of the buttocks, and at the same time, the two hands alternately fired white spider webs, and the spider webs quickly opened in the air, forming a white spider the size of a person. The mucus net bounces people to the ground and gets them on the net, making them unable to move.

The leader of the man in black suddenly felt something stuck to his right hand holding the crayon drawing, and before he could react, he was pulled into the air by the whole person. The little spider spun him vigorously, hanging upside down like a spinning top at high speed, and he had no power to resist.

The little spider only needs to stick a thread of spider silk on his body, and as he keeps turning, the spider silk on his body will wrap him up and become thicker and tighter. Only his right hand is exposed, with a tight Hold on to the crayon drawing.

Spider-Man used him to block the muzzles of the remaining men in black below, quickly snatched the two crayon drawings, and shot a strand of spider silk towards the nearby tall buildings with his right hand, and then, like Tarzan of the apes, he pulled the spider silk and swung into the night sky .

Peter flashed twice in the tall buildings, and disappeared.

Only his yelling still echoed in the alleyways of Gotham!

"Goodbye! Everyone... I wish you a good dream! Don't dream about 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 cape and was attached to the eaves like a bat, stared closely at the little spider. The direction the spider is leaving.

He noted down the monitoring location in that direction, and as long as he returned to the Batcave, or searched remotely, he could find the trace of the little spider again.

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