New Flash Marvel Reborn

Chapter 221 The Walking Dead
subway platform.

There is a train that must pass here every day, which is the route that Peter Parker must take after school.

He has to be more vigilant than ordinary people every day. This is a compulsory course for choosing his profession. Choosing to be a superhero means worrying that someone may come to his door at any time.

Every moment, you have to pay attention to whether there is anything wrong with the daily route, and any clues may be related to you.

But today, a man and a woman dressed like mummies in outlandish clothes forced their way into a subway station. Obviously, there is nothing more eye-catching than this.

The guards yell stereotypical lines that generally don't work in movies.They pulled the triggers continuously, and the guns pierced the bodies of these two people again and again.

"Fear." Whispered like a demon.

The two seemed to feel no pain, and stepped forward step by step. The part of the body that was pierced by the bullet splashed out a dark black liquid, like blood.But soon, the black liquid flowed out from the wound again, and the wound healed quickly.

According to the development of the plot of the horror movie, these two zombie-like guys will take out the hearts of these poor cannon fodder and enjoy a big meal.And looking at the direction of their outstretched fingers, it seems that they really intend to do this.

If it wasn't for someone to stop it in time.

The black slender body rolled from the air, splitting his legs in the air, and the roundabout kicks hit the heads of the man and the woman respectively, and the huge force caused them to be knocked to the ground one from the left and the other from the right.

The black Spider-Man landed and continued the complaints that New Yorkers are used to: "Today is not Halloween, don't you know that in New York you need a permit to dress weirdly?"

The guard ran away desperately, which is also a normal reaction of a normal person to see a ghost.

"Peter." The female ghost stood up staggeringly, with disheveled hair, making such a voice.

"We... have been looking for you" was the voice of the man who didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

"what!?"

Even if the identities of these two people cannot be determined, it is already a big trouble for superheroes to have the secrets under their masks revealed.

The man smiled, as if he wanted to make a sunny expression, but it looked so hideous on his pale face.

"Don't you remember us? I'm dad, I'm Richard Parker, your dad!"

"I am your mother. When you were a child, you always liked to keep a light on when you slept. You liked to eat crumbs for breakfast. I have never forgotten it for so many years."

The woman spoke with eloquence and emotion, except for the hideous face, it really seemed that there was nothing wrong with it.

Parker unconsciously took two steps: "You...really. But how?"

"A major change is going to happen in hell, and everything will finally return to the way the universe should be." Richard stepped forward and said, "We can finally be reunited, this time, forever and ever."

He opened his arms, and Parker's head almost forbade him from further thinking, and he wanted to fall into the arms of his long-lost father.

"No." Parker shook his head and reminded himself, "I've seen a lot, and I need to know what's going on."

Richard didn't answer directly, but suddenly looked behind Parker and shouted, "Oh! Ben, you're here too! I'm so sorry for letting you take care of Peter for so long and causing you trouble."

Parker was frozen as if he had been electrocuted.

He twisted his neck inch by inch, and saw the person he least wanted, or most wanted to see.

The pale Ben Parker stood there, looking at him quietly, the expression on his face seemed to be the moment of farewell.

Stark Building.

Howard Stark, one of the old friends of Captain America Steve Rogers decades ago, the father of Iron Man Tony Stark.

Both watched in bewilderment as this guy approached with a familiar face and a voice similar to the one that should only exist in memories.

"Is he real?" Rogers asked quietly.

Tony's eyes were dull, and his lips moved woodenly: "A DNA verification is required to enter this laboratory, and Jarvis personally holds the authority."

"I guess that's what it means to be genuine?"

Howard has now stood in front of the captain, opening his arms as if for a hug, and the captain takes a step back alertly.

"First explain what's going on," Rogers said.

Before he could explain, Rogers heard the sound of metal parts rubbing behind him.Turning around, Tony already had Iron Man's glove on one hand, aiming at the head of the man who was supposed to be his father.

"Stay away from him, Captain," Tony said coldly. "This guy has no heartbeat, no temperature, no signs of life."

Obviously, he had already used some means to scan it just now.

"Oh, Tony." Howard really made a very regretful expression, facing Tony and said, "I'm really sorry that I didn't give you much love when you were young. But, I hope you understand, I I have always loved you. Don't hurt me in such a heartbreaking way."

After a pause, he said again: "Your arc reactor, that technology saved your life right? Glad to see that I can do something for my son. Fury gives you the new energy I left you Is it? It's in your reactor, isn't it? It looks beautiful, and it fits you well!"

Tony shakes, his hands begin to shake, his lips bite nervously.

"And the most important thing I told you, you must have heard it?" He narrowed his eyes, "You are the greatest invention of my life, Tony."

The arm trembled violently, and it was absolutely impossible to hit Howard even if he fired now.He not only has the same appearance, but also the same DNA, and even his memory is exactly the same.

How can you tell if the person standing in front of you is your real relative?

Is it necessary to have the so-called "life" in science?

So, what are all the memories he has and all your memories bit by bit?Isn't that the soul itself of the loved one who means the most to you?

Thoughts are flooding, clogging the brains of geniuses.Tony's legs and feet were a little weak, and he tried his best to resist the urge to hug this man.

The emotion in the chest is like a pile of dynamite whose fuse is close to an open flame, which may explode at any time.

"Love."

A deep voice sounded, only Howard could hear it.On his paper-white finger, a pitch-black ring suddenly flickered.

"Energy index, 0.03%." The ring made another unidentified sound.In Howard's vision, Tony's body turned a deep purple.

That is the color that represents the color that can be served on the table.

The sudden burst of killing intent was like the top of Mount Tai.Howard's hand seemed to turn into a dagger for a moment, and a cold light stabbed towards Tony's heart.It is impossible for any well-trained agent to do it faster and more accurately than him.

If it weren't for Captain America standing by, Tony Stark would undoubtedly have his heart pierced.

Rogers did not relax his vigilance from the beginning to the end. The moment the opponent leaked his killing intent, the shield behind him was already in his hand.Rogers waved his arms, and the buckler slammed on Howard's forehead.

Of course, the huge strength of a super soldier cannot be easily endured by the human body.Howard's head was pierced by force, and an eyeball popped out of its socket like a glass ball bouncing to the ground.His head was cracked, and there was no blood or pulp, only black and unknown liquid splashed like a gush.

The zombie-like body was thrown backwards, hitting the glass wall when it came in, and a network of cracks appeared on the transparent wall.

Tony, who escaped from the life-and-death situation, was pale and panting heavily, his eyes were fixed on Howard whose head was smashed, and he didn't even say a word of thanks to Rogers.

Because Tony said with certainty that this was just a walking dead, lifeless, that's why Rogers was able to smash the opponent's head with one blow without reservation.According to the setting of "Resident Evil", even if a zombie loses its head, it will be finished.

But alas, they're not playing Resident Evil right now.

The corpse with a broken head supported the experimental table with one hand, propped up the body, and said with the mouth on the lower half of the head: "You should have been with me. Captain, why do you want to kill me?"

Rogers said loudly: "You are not Howard Stark! You can steal his memory and possibly his body, but you don't have his heart! No matter who defiles this great man like this, he will Pay the price!"

"I'm so sad, captain, I thought we were friends and at least my son could accept me."

Without saying a word, Tony raised his gloved hand, the palm cannon lit up like a flashlight, and the milky white energy cannon shot through the heart of the standing mummy.

The mummy finally fell down, like a dead electric toy.

Rogers looked at Tony, who had an ugly face, and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Tony approached the fallen body and squatted down. "I'm going to study which bastard did this to my father, and how he did it. No matter who that person is, he's finished!"

Unexpectedly, the weak arm of the mummified corpse suddenly bounced up like a puppet that had been rewired, and stabbed straight at Tony's heart.

In the astonishment, Tony only had time to tilt his body like a conditioned reflex.

This accident saved his life. The mummy's hand pierced the glass of the reactor on his chest, and his cold fingers pierced into the interior. The blue light of the reactor began to flicker unsteadily.

"Tony!" Rogers yelled.

"Do you know? Captain, you are right about one thing." Howard stood up, his head smashed by the captain and his chest pierced by Tony were quickly repaired by the black flowing liquid overflowing from the ring on his finger.

"I have no heart."

(End of this chapter)