The little spider woke up from his coma. He found himself sitting on the roof of an old high-rise building. The night wind made him feel cold. Peter stamped his feet and hugged his arms.
"It's so cold!" The cold wind made Peter's mind clear.
He judged that he had been lying there for a long time. Otherwise, with Spiderman's resistance, he would not have been so cold. He must have been lying on the platform of this building for a long time on this cold night. That was why there was no heat in his body.
The strange thing was, after lying there for so long, why did he not wake up with his keen senses?
"Miss Potts? Batterman? Wang? " Peter tried to call out twice, but no one responded. He tried to remember what happened before he fainted. "What happened? I remember … Mr. Stark and Captain Steve changed clothes … and Miss Potts's memory seems to be a little different from mine. She called Mr. Stark the Second Captain and Captain Steve Superman! "
"Then … Mr. Stark invited Captain to outer space, and Miss Potts used a remote sensing satellite to observe their battle. Then … damn it, there was nothing after that! Why am I here? "The little spider was puzzled.
"They left me here …" Peter looked around and found that he was standing on the top of a skyscraper. The four sides of the building were protruding stone sculptures that looked like monsters. Peter looked down at the city he was in. The bright gas lamps only illuminated a few corners of the city. Most of the place was covered in a curtain of darkness.
The neon lights were flashing in the entertainment district. With Peter's hearing, he could hear the faint laughter and noise coming from there.
But in most parts of the city, in the dark alleys, old buildings, under the overpasses where the street lights could not reach, and in the sewer network that covered the entire city, some mysterious figures appeared and disappeared.
The city used to be prosperous, but the surrounding buildings were a little old. The gray brick structure reminded Peter of Los Angeles in the 1980s.
The stench of the sewer and the smell of industrial waste came with the cold wind.
Except for a few brightly lit corners, the city was as if dead in the darkness. Only filthy scavengers would wriggle on its corpse. The smell of these animals was very familiar to Peter. He had once wandered the skies of New York and encountered these gangs that ate the city's excrement to survive in the remote corners of the city.
The brown blood, the way they walked with guns and baseball bats and machetes, and the dark, clammy smell that Peter knew so well.
The only difference from New York was that in New York, those people lived on the edge of the city, wandering in the corners where order could not reach. They lived in the shadows of the city, but here … the entire city seemed to be shrouded in shadows. Instead, the light seemed to be tied up in a corner. Furthermore, this light was not an Order under the rule of law, but a hypocritical Order under the protection of power and violence.
"There isn't even a supermarket that's open at night?" the little spider complained. "I still want a cup of hot cocoa."
"Damn it … Even Hell's Kitchen has a 24-hour supermarket!"
"Gotham doesn't have a 24-hour supermarket … There's no need for a 24-hour supermarket here. No one will come out to buy things at night!" A shadow wearing a black cape appeared behind the little spider. Peter immediately sensed his presence and turned around, instinctively putting up a defensive posture. But soon, a look of surprise appeared on his face.
"Hey! I thought you were all gone! Batman, King Blackbat … Where is this place? Why am I here? "
"I've already told you!" the knight in the dark said. "This is Gotham!"
"And I should be the one asking you why you suddenly appeared here." Batman's voice was still hoarse. Although he still maintained a trace of wariness, he was no longer that vigilant. Because he recognized Peter's accent — Peter was just a child. Even so, Batman had seen too many children who were not simple.
He would not completely trust this person because of this, even if this person seemed to trust him.
"I fainted, and when I woke up, I was here!" The little spider did not make a fuss just because Batman did not seem to know him. Who knew if there was something wrong with their memories?
Moreover, he had a vague conjecture —
"Who knows if Mr. Stark and Captain Steve went back in time and changed something?"
"Why are those people looking for you? You've been unconscious here for about three hours. Just two and a half hours ago, a group of people entered Gotham. They were looking for you, but I found you first and brought you here. You have ten minutes to explain. They'll be back soon! "Batman said calmly.
The little spider was dumbfounded. "How would I know who they are? Maybe it's … the Holy Shield! Do you know about the Holy Shield? "
"Holy Shield?" Batman was a little tempted to try his interrogation methods.
He had never heard of an organization called the Holy Shield, and the people who came were not from the Holy Shield. He had seen and heard of those people before. They were under the command of an organization called the Light Revelation Order.
Why were the people from the Light Revelation Order looking for this boy?
Batman felt that he shouldn't get too involved in this matter. Only bystanders could see the truth, so he wasn't going to hide the boy in the red and blue spider suit again. He jumped off the rooftop and disappeared into the night like a phantom.
Gotham was a dark city, so the people here liked to wear black uniforms.
This boy in a bright uniform with an innocent expression should go to the metropolis to pursue his superhero dream, not Gotham. Gotham could destroy everyone's dreams. It was the sustenance of all fear, depravity, and confusion. The people here rejected outsiders, be it heroes or villains!
Before the little spider could ask why Batman had left, he heard the sound of a few cars stopping downstairs.
He looked down and saw a group of men in black suits and sunglasses rushing up to the old building he was in. Although he felt that these people were aggressive and did not look like good people with good intentions, Peter, who knew nothing about his current situation, decided to meet these people. What if he could find out from them why he had mysteriously appeared here?
The little spider shot out a spider web from his right hand and stuck it to the top of the platform's signal tower. He pulled the spider web and hung upside down on top of the heads of the men in black who had rushed up to the platform. He looked at them vigilantly with a small flashlight in one hand and a gun in the other.
"Cough, cough … Hey? Are you looking for me? "
The little spider coughed twice and quietly put down the spider web. He hung upside down behind a man in black who was obviously of a higher position and suddenly spoke.
The men in black were in chaos. Everyone quickly turned around and shone their flashlights behind them. They shouted, "Who is it?"
"Don't move!"
"Raise your hands!"
They pointed their guns at the little spider, so he could only raise his hands and say, "Calm down, everyone calm down. I am Spider-Man … I don't kill people. Can we talk peacefully? "
Unexpectedly, the man in black had no intention of talking to him. While holding the gun to Little Spider's head, he took out two crayon drawings. He bit on the flashlight and shone it on the drawing, carefully comparing it with Spiderman. The drawing showed a cartoon version of Spiderman wearing a red and blue tights, standing on a platform and talking to a mysterious man hiding in the shadows, revealing a corner of a bat cape.
There was also another drawing …
That was the scene of Spider-Man coming out of a blue vortex in the void and falling into a dark alley.
In the cartoon, there was also a small black figure, which looked like a small bat, approaching the alley where Spider-Man was from a tall building in the distance.
But this figure seemed to be drawn later on.
The leader of the men in black, the expressionless and unsmiling man, carefully checked the two crayon drawings that seemed to be scribbled by a child, comparing the characteristics of the characters in the drawings with that of the little spider.
After carefully comparing for about a minute, he waved his hand and said, "Take him away!"
Spider-man saw that these people couldn't make a fart out of him no matter how hard he tried. He had no choice but to pull the spider silk under his feet. The extremely elastic spider silk instantly bounced Spider-man high into the air. The little spider curled his middle fingers and quickly shot spider webs at the black-clothed men around him.
These people seemed to be ordered to capture him alive or something.
They didn't immediately shoot until the little spider was obviously out of their control. Then they shot at the figure flying in the air.
But Spider-Man's reaction speed was much faster than these people's!
A red and blue shadow quickly swept across the sky, leaving all the bullets behind him. At the same time, his two hands kept alternately shooting white spider webs. The spider webs quickly spread in the air, forming a white sticky web the size of a person, bouncing the man to the ground and making him unable to move.
The leader of the men in black suddenly felt that his right hand holding the crayon drawing was stained with something. Before he could react, he was pulled into the air. The little spider spun him around like a spinning top, spinning him at high speed. He had no strength to resist at all.
The little spider only needed to stick a thread on his body, and as it spun, the spider silk on his body would wrap around him, thickening and binding him tightly. Only his right hand was exposed, and it held the crayon drawing tightly.
Spider-Man used it to block the guns of the remaining men in black and quickly snatched the two crayon drawings. His right hand shot out a bunch of spider silk at a nearby building. Then, like Tarzan, he pulled the spider silk and swung it into the night sky.
Peter flashed twice in the forest of high-rise buildings and disappeared.
Only his screams echoed in the alleyways of Gotham!
"Goodbye! Everyone … I wish you all a sweet dream! Don't dream of me … "
The men in black stood on the balcony of the tall building and watched the little spider leave easily. They were helpless. However, on the other side of the tall building, Batman, wearing a black cape and clinging to the roof like a bat, stared in the direction that the little spider left.
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