The Death Knell

"Oh? Besides us, is there anyone else running around in the spider web?"

The death knell soaked in the water pushed aside the garbage floating in front of him, pressed the side of his helmet to talk to the adjutant, and looked at the small colorful fish swimming not far away.

"Yes, Sheriff, and there is more than one person." The deputy's voice sounded in the skull, and the appearance of the man in the dress was directly projected on the retina: "Do you need to let the master of weaving cut their threads? They will fall into a In a random parallel universe.”

"That's not necessary. If I remember correctly, the Ultimate Spider is forming the Ultimate Spider Army."

Deathstroke walked into the beaver headquarters while making a phone call, and waved to Master Beaver not far away:

"Find a way to mark the spiders active on the web and record the reality where they have been. I will deduce the earth number later."

"I understand, Master, but they are moving very frequently now. Maybe they are being hunted by Morlun. Do you need to provide them with some help? Spider webs can transmit information." Since Deathstroke did not intend to attack those spiders, the adjutant continued I changed my suggestion to win over them.

Su Ming thought for a moment, his red goggles rippling in the water in the darkness.

"Descendants, other things, and brides, these three totems are quite special and the Molun family likes them more. Let the weaver master track these three types of totems. They should be used as bait to attract the heir family. It is best to arrange a favorable one. The final battlefield.”

"Understood, the adjutant is offline." Cybertron Intelligence accepted the order and simply hung up the communication.

In today's sewers, beavers have built some special buildings here, like upside-down bowls. In this way, due to air pressure, even if the sewers are flooded with water, the bowls held in the water will still be filled with water. If there is air, some dry areas can come out.

It seems that by becoming beavers, they also gained a talent for architecture.

Master Beaver welcomed several people into such a hemispherical building, where garbage was piled up to create a hill above the water, and his sofa cushions were placed on it, which he obviously didn't want to throw away.

"Are you the reinforcement predicted by my god?" Beaver raised his head and looked at Takuya, who was looking around curiously, and reached out to touch his beard: "You look quite young, what should I call you?"

"I am a man who sheds tears because of the deep love between father and son, Aunt Four Hundred!"

Takuya was a little nervous. When someone asked him his name, he subconsciously recited his lines.

Not only that, he also stood up on the spot and made several movements of shooting spider silk from left to right.

Gwen, who walked out of the water and was shaking off her coat, covered her mouth and smiled. She always felt that no matter what this Spider-Man said, he seemed to be very passionate.

"...very energetic, haha."

Master Beaver was also stunned by his reaction. His shiny fur face twitched a few times and he said something that was probably an encouragement.

After hanging up the communication, Su Ming interrupted the awkward chat between one person and one mouse, and came over to talk about the business: "The Successor family didn't notice us for the time being, but when I came back, I saw a lot of clones flying around. So how are your arrangements there?"

The master put his hands behind his back, grabbed his crutch with his little paws, and rubbed it on the garbage pile a few times: "Everything is ready, just wait for the ocean to cover the mountains, and that will be the clarion call for our attack."

"The vampires in the multiverse are preying on other spider totems. This is a good opportunity. Taking advantage of the absence of those powerful and powerful people, we will win half the battle by destroying their cloning bases."

The strangulation shook at a high frequency, and the host's body instantly became dry. Su Ming also took out a cigarette, lit it himself, took a puff, and said his plan.

"I know the importance of this matter, and I have made preparations to sacrifice everything for victory." Master Beaver nodded and stroked his white beard: "Including me, as long as I can take back this world for the gods, it will be worth it. .”

"Very good. When the time comes, I will also ask the fleet to cooperate with you. Now let's wait. The filling speed will be faster than I thought. It will be done in a few hours."

Su Ming knelt down and stretched out his hand, looking at the master with a smile, and Beaver also raised his paw, holding his two hands together like an arm wrestling.

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Just as the adjutant reported, the spiders were traveling in an invisible web, while the successors were on another unknown transportation network.

Sometimes it's like two planes that don't intersect, and other times, something dark gradually drips out.

Earth 90214, New York, USA during the Great Depression, everything here seems like a documentary in black, white and gray, cold and dark.

Sin City lives up to its name. Economic difficulties have not united people, but have accelerated the cruelty of capitalists in extracting the residual value of working people.

After his uncle Ben Parker was assassinated for organizing a workers' strike, Peter was chosen by the spiders.

He dug out the pilot uniform that his uncle left behind when he participated in World War I from the attic, then put on a black windbreaker and a soft wide-brimmed hat, and transformed into Spider-Man in order to protect the city and protect the The lowest level of the people.

And today, the same is true.

After visiting a magic show and accidentally destroying another of Mysterio's water tank crime tricks, the wet Shadow Spider knelt on one knee on the stage and panted. He had almost suffocated to death.

Fortunately, his wrists could spray spider silk. He layered these silk webs together to make a waterproof mask to protect the air. He was able to survive that period and came to check the body while the mysterious guest thought he had drowned. defeated the opponent.

But looking at the mysterious guest who fell on the stage, and the people in the theater below who were applauding thinking that this was a performance, Shadow Spider did not relax his vigilance.

Because the spider sensor is still alarming.

The theater was hot and uncomfortable, and the smell of cigarettes and perfume filled the windowless theater, but Peter knew very well that the spider sensor would not alarm because the air was not fresh enough, and now he was facing a fatal threat.

Peter had felt this way probably a few weeks ago. When he took a camera to secretly record the capitalists pouring milk into the river, or when he stopped the thugs from evicting the wage-paying workers, his spider sense kept buzzing.

It was a buzz, like the slightest movement of a kettle on the stove just before it boils.

But now it was completely different from before. The noise coming from the spider sense was like a kettle exploding, and Peter felt like his head was about to explode.

Where does the danger come from?

The answer is that behind him, on the stage in full view of everyone, a circle of red light opened instantly, and a man wearing medieval aristocratic clothing walked out of it. When he saw the audience, he was stunned for a moment, and then smiled. He waved to them and received cheers.

Then, the pale middle-aged man looked at Spider-Man, showing his fangs:

"Ah, a Spider-Man with a revolver, interesting, it'll probably make me remember you for a while, food!"