Marvel's Dark Knight

Peter Parker smiled.

He really wanted to know what kind of person the bat in front of him was.

But Bruce just shook Peter Parker's hand: "Batman, that's all."

After saying this, Bruce let go.

He turned and looked outside the laboratory.

The collider obviously couldn't bear it now, and other worlds were squeezing towards this world.

"What you need to do now is to return to the world you should return to." Bruce's almost indifferent words made the current Spider-Man really overwhelmed.

"I knew, I should have taken off your hood at that time." If he could go back to 1 minute ago, Peter Parker would have told himself that when he knocked over the stinky bat, he would take off his hood.

Otherwise, this guy will continue to play charades with them on this kind of thing now!

"To be honest, you won't be able to make friends like this!" Peter Parker walked up to Bat quite dissatisfied, and punched Bat on the shoulder.

"But who made me soft-hearted?" Peter Parker suddenly smiled and spoke to the bat.

"It's a little bit of a loss for me to take the initiative to be a friend of this indifferent guy, lest a guy who has no friends go home and cry." Peter Parker took the key from Gwen on the other side. .

Gwen wanted to say something to Peter Parker, but Peter Parker just smiled at her.

Then he turned over and swung towards the control panel.

"Don't be too happy!!!"

Even as Peter Parker was falling, the guy could be heard yelling at the bat.

"He's right." The shadow spider came to the bat's side, "We will be friends."

"And me." Little Penny was lying on her spider mecha at this moment, talking to the bat with a smile on her face.

"However, if we meet next time. Remember to prepare candy for me, otherwise I will make trouble."

"If possible, I hope we can sit down and eat a hot dog together one day." Spider-Ham's words seemed a little more simple.

"Goodbye."

When Spider-Ham also swung out, only Bat and Gwen were left in the entire laboratory.

"An annoying person like you, it's hard to find friends." Gwen looked at the various Spidermen who had begun to return to their own universe, and said to the bat beside him, "Even your image is impressive. Feeling afraid."

The bat didn't speak, just stood there quietly.

The black cloak completely concealed the figure of the bat.

Make him more like a demon image carved by a sculptor.

"However, maybe I can reserve a place for you as a friend, if one day you want to." Gwen took off her mask and looked at the bat beside her.

"Thank you for not letting me experience the feeling of losing a friend again."

After saying this, Gwen didn't wait for the bat to move, and already swung towards Peter Parker's position.

Now only the two of them are left in this universe that does not belong to them.

"Are you ready?" Peter Parker said to Gwen with a smile.

"Yeah." Gwen took a deep breath and spoke to Peter Parker, "Goodbye, Spider-Man."

As he spoke, he already let go of his hand stuck to the wall.

But just when he let go, he heard Peter Parker shouting.

"Look! Bats!!!"

When looking back, Gwen clearly saw the face of the bat exposed in the light of the collider.

Bruce held his mask in his hand, revealing his face.

"Nice face." This was the last thing Gwen thought of when he fell into his own universe.

"It seems that we are friends." Peter Parker nodded to Bruce.

He has already relaxed himself, allowing himself to fall directly into the universe that originally belonged to him.

Bruce put on his mask again, raised his head, took out a batarang, and threw it directly towards the control panel.

Right in the middle of that green button.

It's just that when the collider started to self-destruct, Bruce used his own hook gun and landed directly in a humanoid pothole that was smashed out.

Jin and the tombstone had smashed through the bottom of the collider container they had built earlier.

And what Bruce needs to do now is to take these two guys and leave here.

Otherwise, neither of them would survive.

It is even possible to go to another universe, and finally die completely because the cells rejected by the universe decay.

But that's not what Bruce wants to see.

He needed Kingpin alive, and at least for people to see him in prison, even if it was only for a short period of time.

When he arrived at the lab platform with the two big guys, Bruce threw off his hook gun, and there was no time for the thing to get back.

Dragging the two guys, they ran straight towards the direction.

The energy collider built by Jin Bin has begun to explode with majestic gravitational force, absorbing everything around it into the machine.

If Bruce hadn't run fast enough with those two guys, they would have been sucked in by now.

"Bang!!!"

Continuous explosions began to sound continuously, and the light produced by the explosion in Brooklyn could be seen clearly even from Manhattan Island.

This makes it impossible for many people to sleep well.

There was such a big explosion in New York again, they had no way to determine whether it was a terrorist attack.

If there were one more Twin Towers, New York would really be nailed to the pillar of shame for anti-terrorism in the world.

The police department, anti-terrorism units, and National Guard all rushed to Brooklyn as soon as possible.

Even the policemen on patrol were inevitably ordered to go over and see what was going on.

Jefferson Davis was naturally one of them.

Rather, it was because he was now worried about his son's condition and was searching everywhere in Brooklyn.

Naturally became the fastest police to arrive at the scene.

Looking at the Jin Bin and the tombstone tied to the fire hydrant beside him, the police officer opened his mouth in disbelief.

Especially beside those two guys, there is a batarang.

No matter how you look at it, it's a little weird.

On the other side of the roof, Miles naturally saw all this, he came late.

"You are late." A deep and terrifying voice sounded behind him.

"what!!!"

Miles jumped up instantly, and when he was about to fall off the roof, he shot out a spider web and pulled himself back again.

"Hey! It's going to be scary."

Looking at that bat, Miles is really angry now.

This kind of behavior of quietly coming up behind others can really scare people to death.

The bat didn't care about Miles' words: "The prowler is not dead yet, and I haven't found him yet. You'd better pay attention."

After leaving this sentence, the bat turned and left.

Chapter 37 Wick John Kane

It's just that Miles is not the kind of guy who would leave easily, and he followed Bruce's pace directly.

"They've gone back, haven't they?" When Miles caught up, the first thing he said was to know if the other Spider-Man had returned to their own universe.

The bat looked back at this guy. He didn't think that this guy's brain was not working well before, but now he really should change his identification with this spider's information.

Maybe Miles felt that he had spoken nonsense now, and he scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Do you think we will meet again in the future?" Miles spoke again.

Only this time his tone was quite serious.

He really wanted the bat to answer him.

But the bat didn't say anything, and shot out its own hook and disappeared directly in front of Miles.

This time, Miles did not catch up, he knew that he would not get any formal answer if he did.

All you can get is the silence from the bat.

He just needs someone to talk about his recent experience.

Even though I can't tell everything.

Taking a long breath, Miles slowly stood up, looking at the bat figure that could still be seen vaguely in the distance, he patted his face.

If you promise something to others, you will naturally do it.

Since he didn't fulfill the agreement with Peter Parker, he didn't get the collider with his own hands, let him replace that Spider-Man and guard the city that belongs to him.

When the bats and spiders were separated, the current journalists were like sharks smelling blood, rushing towards here in a swarm.

They naturally knew that after an explosion, the scene would probably be quite dangerous.

But in this city, in the eyes of their profession, danger often coexists with opportunities.

As long as they get some shocking and explosive news, they can already be said to be on the rise.

Even a Pulitzer would not be something out of reach.

The New York police once thought that these reporters were more suitable for their positions at certain times, and reporters who could match the speed of the police would sometimes arrive one step ahead of the police.

Clearly, there is now a situation where journalists are outpacing other response forces.