The Collection of The End

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Universe No. 3600

Richards slowly opened his eyes, looked at the alarm clock on the bedside pointing to 7:45, and then jumped up.

He got up late!

Richards first threw the cold half of the pizza into the microwave, and then began to dress and wash in a hurry.

Heck, as a new ground handler at "Ferris Aircraft Company", he couldn't be late on his first day!

Richards struggled with his belt and jeans legs while looking up at the mirror on the sink.

In the mirror is a young man with brown hair and gray eyes, wearing a white vest. He is relatively slender, but his limbs are well-proportioned and powerful, and his muscles are also very explosive. If there is a real fight, three or four people will not be able to get close to him.

Unfortunately, airport ground staff don't need to fight, Richards muttered to himself as he put on his tan pilot coat.

Ding.

Richards took out the pizza with the package intact, tried to take a bite, and was so burned that he grinned. Then he opened the door and walked out while blowing.

At this time, a leaflet originally sandwiched in the crack of the door slowly fell down.

Richards quickly grabbed the piece of paper, closed the dormitory door with his backhand, and read the contents casually while rushing towards the office building.

Notice to Ferris Aircraft Company Employees]

1. The daily working hours of company employees are from 8:00 to 12:00, 14:00 to 18:00, and 19:00 to 23:00. Each employee needs to choose two time periods to work. If there are no special circumstances, the company will arrange rotation. . 】

2. Company employees can take two days off per week. The optional intervals are Monday and Thursday, Tuesday and Friday, Wednesday and Saturday. Due to the heavy business, no rest is arranged on Sunday. 】

Well, these people finally understood the eight-hour and five-day work system, and Richards started to eat the pizza that was not so hot.

3. The company has only three terminals and six take-off and landing runways. 】

4. The company's business includes and is limited to business and private aircraft. 】

5. Please do not comment on the customer's appearance, including but not limited to skin color, body shape, smell, number of eyes, number of limbs, etc. 】

6. Do not accept invitations from any clients to board their aircraft. 】

7. If you have violated any of the items 5 and 6, please contact the tower as soon as possible to go through the resignation procedures. The company will no longer be responsible for your behavior. 】

What is this mess? Richards casually dropped the “notes.”

Then he looked at "Terminal 4" in front of him and the green disc-shaped object parked at its door in a daze.

"Hey humans]" A giant starfish with a yellow background and black edges, upright and with a pair of mung bean eyes, shook its "arm" with a huge "ring" at Richards: "Come and help me see what's going on with my flying saucer." Already?】"

"..." How can this thing talk without a mouth?

"Damn it, the local humans are so rude!]"

Mind reading, right?

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Earth 8824

"Uuuuuuuuuah...I'm in too much pain..."

The groggy Richards was awakened by the noise in his ears. He tried to open his eyes, but found that one of them had been swollen. He could only open the other one, and the voice was still whining:

"Jane only cares about Spider-Man... rarely contacts me... Aunt May is very dissatisfied with me... wants to ban me... The editor-in-chief is increasingly dissatisfied with the photos I took..."

What kind of ridiculous teenage boy trouble is this?

Richards tried to push himself up, but he didn't notice that his right hand seemed to be broken. He made a mistake and his back hit the stone monument behind him, causing a series of tears all over his body and a dull pain caused by the heavy blow.

"Hiss..." Feeling the severe pain from all parts of his body, he struggled to open one eye to observe the surrounding environment.

Deep dark night, dilapidated tombstones, broken sarcophagi, collapsed walls, overgrown weeds... Is this a cemetery attached to an abandoned church?

It seems that those guys were ready to silence them, but finally gave up. I am still very lucky.

Richards is a columnist for the New York Times. He has always focused on criticizing current ills and exposing darkness. He has many fans and naturally many enemies who want to get rid of him.

The companies whose illegal activities he exposed initially tried to smear him, but found that he had no father or mother, and was not married. He lived an extremely self-disciplined life, and his actions were always in the public eye. Apart from finding vegetarians to attack him Apart from loving beef burgers, there is nothing to smear and spread rumors about. In the end, I chose the most direct personal attack.

However, it is unknown whether the person who took action this time was a pharmaceutical company that used homeless people to test drugs, a business that assisted in smuggling, or a military industry that enriched its own pockets.

Richards tried his best to turn his head to look in the direction where "Teenage Trouble" was coming from, and found that it was the bell tower on the top floor of the dilapidated church.

The young man climbed quite high.

"I decided...I don't want to be Spider-Man anymore...I'm just a college student and a newspaper intern reporter...Why should I help the New York Police Department fight crime...and be wanted by them as a criminal..." The boy's voice was still dripping. Drip gurgling.

Oh...is that the "Spider Monster"? It's a pity that he is not interested in this kind of "hero fighting criminals" story, otherwise the news of this kind of hero's retirement would be more or less in the headlines.

The question now is, since I have been beaten so hard by the thugs that I can't move, should I ask him for help? If you freeze in the cemetery all night like this, you may not see the sun tomorrow.

Oh, forget it, all these young men are determined to retire, right? It's better not to involve him.

Xixisuosuo...

While Richards was still thinking, he heard the sound of fabric rubbing from the direction of the bell tower. It seemed that the "spider weirdo" was taking off the red and blue tights that were in extremely poor taste.

"Goodbye...Spider-Man..." he said.

Huh...shua...

After that, the human voice disappeared, and there was only a shadow floating in the wind in the night sky, getting bigger and bigger.

"No..." Richards stared at the "tight suit" floating towards his head. He tried to avoid it but couldn't use his strength. In the end, he was covered by the hood with a sigh.

Gululu——creak——

Different from the expected texture of the cloth, Richards felt that the thing on his face seemed to be a viscous liquid. When it came into contact with him, it quickly expanded and absorbed, covering his whole body in the blink of an eye, and those who were beaten The injuries healed quickly with greater pain.

Eventually, Richards found "himself" standing up, but he could only look out through the two oblique oval holes.

"Ha, an unlucky columnist who thinks he is righteous," a cruel and violent voice sounded in his ears, or should be said in his head: "I think you don't mind if I kill those guys who tried to kill you. Open your head and have a feast, right?】"

"Please," Richards replied, "but don't leave any evidence, either to you or to me."

"Hahaha! You are much more interesting than that little spider. He actually asked me to abide by the law. According to his theory, he should immediately surrender to the police station as a 'spider weirdo'."

As he spoke, something long and red swung past the "elliptical field of vision". Richards didn't really want to know what it was.

"What do you call it?"

"The symbiote has no name, but you can call me, 'Venom.'"

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The burly figure on the golden throne slowly opened his golden eyes.

"Very good," he said: "The 'Eating Evil of the World', the 'Whisper of the Void', the 'Instrument of Thirst', the 'Weave of Life', all the powers 'outside the world' have been for 'me' It's time to execute the 'End of Reincarnation'.】"