Gwen Spider: I'm from Prototype

Chapter 64 The crumbs who said they believed but shot!
Slaughter the original world.

The quiet streets of Manhattan.

The screams of zombies continued to come from outside, attacking Peter's ears like a sea tide.

In the military jeep, he was sitting in the driver's seat, looking ahead with a serious expression.

The captain next to the co-pilot was holding a gun, leaning on the chair and panting slightly.

There was a bandage on his forehead, and blood continued to ooze.

There was faint black pus and blood on the chest, which "gurgled" out.

The other party was Captain Louis of "Black Watch", who had just been rescued from the zombie tide by Peter.

He was also the instructor who joined the army at the beginning.

Captain Louis gave a wry smile and asked, "Zhang, have you ever been to Mexico?"

"Do not."

Peter shook his head and glanced at the instructor.

"Your condition is not very good, Captain, I suggest you not to speak for the time being."

Peter has considerable respect for this instructor who took good care of him after he joined Blackwatch.

At this moment, he frowned when he saw the wound where the other party was scratched by the zombie.

"I know my condition, Falk hurts so fucking badly!"

Gritting his teeth and covering his chest, Captain Louis cursed.

"My grandmother was Mexican, and if you ever go to Mexico, you have to see the Day of the Dead celebration."

The instructor talked about the Mexican Day of the Dead.

"The colorful altars are decorated - bananas, undead bread, marigolds, mangoes, red ribbons, but the most impressive thing is the chic skull candy."

"Skulls made of hard, tempered protein to symbolize death, and topped with an assortment of candy snacks."

His breathing became more and more rapid, "When I was a child on the Street of the Undead, I kept fantasizing in my mind that maybe my skull would be good to make a skull fruit plate in the future, or make a lamp."

Peter continued to drive the car, listening to the other party.

"But now, the dream I had when I was a child can't be realized. My head can't be used as a skeleton fruit plate, or a lamp for the undead."

He touched his head, said with difficulty breathing, and handed Peter a pistol at the same time.

"shoot me!"

"Shoot me in the head!"

He motioned for Peter to shoot himself in the head.

"Not yet, instructor."

Peter did not take the pistol, but said calmly.

"No, there is no chance. I know my situation."

Captain Louis shook his head palely, "Remember the oath I made you take? We need to protect something, even if someone sacrifices for it."

"Do you think we are good people, Zhang."

Enduring the severe pain in his body, he asked Peter.

"Probably not, at least for me, instructor, I'm not a good person."

Peter glanced at the instructor and said calmly.

He is just an ordinary office worker who entered this dangerous world indiscriminately, and his morality has long been discarded in the cruel battlefield.

For myself struggling to survive, talking about morality is too unrealistic.

"Yeah, we did a lot of fucking shit! At the end of the day, we're soldiers and we gotta do things we didn't want to do, but... I always thought I was a good guy."

"My daughter asks me, is dad a good guy? Every time my answer is: yes baby, I exist to protect citizens like you and mom."

Captain Louis adjusted his sitting posture and took a big breath.

"You have to agree to one request of mine, Zhang, and just... take it as my last wish."

"what?"

Peter slowed down the speed of the car, turned to ask the instructor.

"Protect this city, and protect the citizens of New York from destruction!"

With blood coming out of his eyes, Captain Louis, whose expression was gradually ferocious, gritted his teeth and said to him.

Peter was silent for a moment, and said, "I promise you that no matter what happens, I will abide by this agreement."

"That's good."

Louis lay back on the chair and closed his eyes.

"Roar!"

The next second, the zombified Captain Louis suddenly lost his mind, roared angrily, and grabbed him.

"boom!"

Peter drew the pistol from his waist and shot the opponent in the head.

The bullet shot through Louis' eyes and penetrated the car glass. With the sound of glass shattering, bullets and blood rushed out of the car window.

Although Peter didn't take the pistol handed to him by the instructor, his left hand was always placed on the pistol at his waist.

He said "it hasn't reached this point yet", but he was ready to lose the instructor at any time.

Peter stepped on the brakes and looked at the instructor who lost his breath and fell to the co-pilot of the car.

Looking at the other party's blood-red eyes, his expression was extremely complicated.

Queens, New York, on the speeding subway.

Peter opened his eyes, and a pair of blood-red eyes appeared in front of him.

He grabbed the arm of the thief who wanted to steal the wallet while he closed his eyes.

The other party was dressed as a hippie, under the mop-like blond hair, a pair of shrewd and ruffian eyes.

Seeing that Peter kept his eyes closed, he wanted to come over and take the wallet, but the moment he stretched out his hand, Peter grabbed his arm when he woke up.

"Faffak! Let go!"

The hippie thief whose arm was pinched by Peter felt a sharp pain.

It was as if his arm was clamped by iron clamps, and he couldn't break free, and every nerve in his body ached.

Without talking nonsense to him, Peter grabbed his head and slammed it against the glass on the speeding subway.

"Bang"!
In the splash of blood, the thief fell to the ground and passed out.

The two women sitting opposite Peter were stunned as they watched Peter knock each other out.

Seeing Peter pretending to be okay and walking to another carriage, the beautiful woman with a shopping bag mustered up her courage and asked him, "Sir, do you need to call the police?"

"If it's for me, no need; if it's for him, wait until he wakes up."

After Peter finished talking to the two beauties, he walked to the carriage ahead.

He was about to take the subway home from the Long Island Laboratory, but he just closed his eyes and took a short rest before being spotted by thieves.

Recalling the scene of shooting the instructor just now, he sighed slightly.

Protect New York?

In the ordinary world, New York does not need my guardianship.

In the world of Marvel, New York has been destroyed countless times, and even if I want to protect it, I am powerless.

He was staring at the dark night outside the glass of the subway, and the spider who had been waiting at the clock tower of the old city hall suddenly found the intruder.

In the next few minutes, he used the perspective of the spider clone to witness the battle between Gwen and Vulture.

"Crack!"

The subway door opened, and Peter, who had arrived at the station, stepped out of the subway.

"A monster created by a new biological gene?"

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