The Death Knell

When the call was made, it could be said that the other party answered it instantly, because Spider-Man's home could not tell how many bugs left by Iron Man, and how many satellites and drones were staring at the place in the sky at this moment.

Bald Tony has already planned how to counter Spider-Man once he goes crazy. It can be said that all members of the Avengers are included in his calculations.

When a stranger from the parallel world comes looking for Spider-Man, the sirens are probably going off in some dark cave.

"I understand. I'll send you the entrance coordinates. Bring them here."

After the call was dialed, before Old Peter could speak, the iron man over there said these words in a gloomy voice, and then hung up the communication directly.

Just so vigilant.

This is why Su Ming found Spider-Man. Tony liked Peter very much. The latter could be said to be his Robin when he was young, and only Peter had the reputation to be a 'guarantor'.

As if he was very familiar with old Tony's style, Fat Peter shrugged, pulled out a wrinkled hood from under the sofa cushion, rubbed it, and after a burst of nail polish and dandruff, he put it on his face.

Seeing everyone looking at him, he pushed up his pants, barely hiding his belly button with blue tights, and picked up the car keys on the coffee table:

"Let's go, I'll take you there, but there are too many of you, so you may have to take a taxi."

"We can all fly, why should we take a taxi?" Susan was a little confused. She didn't understand why Spider-Man said this.

But when Peter led a group of people out of the apartment building and onto the street, everyone understood why.

The traffic environment in the sky is so bad. 99.99% of the humans on Earth High speed situation.

In his previous life, Su Ming had seen people like this who rush to the outer ring when going on a National Day self-driving trip.

The sky is densely packed with various figures.

Some had wings and fluttered around on their own, laughing and talking on the phone as they flew, not looking at the road at all.

There are 'flying tribes' who are burning with cosmic energy and traveling as fast as light. It is estimated that if they bump into someone, both parties will break up.

There were also some people with flash abilities who also joined in the fun, appearing and disappearing at a certain distance in the air, making other pedestrians nervous.

People whose intelligence has been enhanced through mutation also drive various flying vehicles around in the sky, including flying skateboards, flying beds, flying bathtubs, flying toilets, etc., each one more advanced than the other.

The situation above the head is difficult to describe. To sum up, it is like a circus with millions of actors performing here, but there are no shows about jumping through fire hoops or taming tigers. The actors are all here to perform trapeze performances.

Peter was not surprised. He pulled down his hood, turned the key ring with his sausage-like fingers, and prepared to drive in the alley next to the apartment building:

"You have also seen that if nothing happens, I usually don't go to the sky to join in the fun. From seven meters above the ground to high in the stratosphere, you never know when you will be hit. There are no prescribed roads in the sky. Everyone is flying without a license.”

Lan Qi was a little speechless when he saw this, especially when the child flying over his head spilled the drink on his head. He didn't know what expression to make. The corners of his mouth twitched a few times before he managed to squeeze out a sentence:

"Don't you have any organization here to set rules for them?"

"Our primary goal is to fight against the Celestials, and everything is to survive with dignity."

Peter didn't say anything, and Mei, who walked out arm in arm with the Black Widow, answered first:

"We are the Avengers, masked superheroes, but in essence, we are no different from other people. No one can be superior to others, and everyone must be responsible for themselves and humanity. Under this premise , people’s right to freedom should be protected.”

Here comes the Justice League-style speech!

Mei's words are correct, but they are just a glorified version.

The truth is, regardless of the fact that the people flying over just now were either office workers or students, if Lan Qi from 1610 were to challenge a four-eyed clerk who controls the energy of the universe, he might not be able to beat him... ...

In the past, the Celestial Group invaded the earth in batches, with thousands of them invading at one time. In other universes, the earth would have been finished long ago.

But Earth X fought them off.

Now that the fourth gene lock has been released, the people here can be said to be the elite among the elite. After all, those who were too weak were killed by the gods back then, and the survival of the fittest was eliminated in disguised form for several rounds.

Then again, people can fly, if they want to fly, you won't let them fly.

Is this equivalent to how on other earths, when someone else is walking on the road, you suddenly go over and tell them not to leave? Determine how people should go? Give me a speed limit?

Do you have any opinions on people who wear glasses?

This is just looking for trouble, and you will be beaten violently. Because of the huge pressure for survival on Earth X, the natural selection of survival of the fittest is very obvious, which also means that only the strong have the right to speak.

Lan Qi was about to say something, but then a crocodile-headed mutant suddenly jumped out from behind Peter's car, holding a small dagger in his hand:

"Robbery!"

The dozen or so people in the group all squinted their eyes, thinking that this crocodile man was a little sick. Didn't you see so many people here? And now in broad daylight, there are no hidden escape routes in the alleys.

"The security here seems to be pretty average."

While talking, Su Ming shook his head repeatedly. He hadn't been robbed for a long time. Thinking about it, he really missed it. The last time was in the world of Harry Potter, right?

As he spoke, a golden lightsaber slipped out of his palm. Then, the Supreme Mage pulled the old Peter in front of him with great interest, intending to let the spider stay away and come and play with it himself. Strangler had not yet tasted the mutation of this world. Where are the people.

"Hey!"

The mind of Strangler is connected with its host, and this place is actually a real paradise for it.

If you eat all the people on the earth... forget it, the taste will probably be the same as eating aliens, and you won't learn any new abilities. It is a mutation induced by the Terrigen crystal and is incompatible with symbionts.

"This is what America is like, why else do you think I want to become Spider-Man?" Fat Peter didn't step aside. He patted his belly and said, "I'll do it. I'm just a robber, and I won't be punished until death."

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Peter turned around to speak, but the robber in front of him seemed to feel that he was losing face, so he grabbed Peter and stabbed him with a small dagger.

The fat belly suddenly made a sound of leaking air.

Deathstroke nodded repeatedly.

Although it is just an ordinary crocodile head, the movement and strength of this shot are at least as good as Miles's combat strength. He is also an opponent who specializes in short weapon martial arts. No wonder in a narrow terrain like an alley, he feels that I have great advantages.

"Strangulation."