The little spider walked through London. The boy walked alone on the streets of London. This was simply saying to the thugs with knives everywhere in the streets — I am easy to bully!
But the little spider was not easy to bully. The biggest hobby of the good neighbors in New York City was to tie up thugs with spider silk.
Before Peter had acquired superpowers, he was a stupid young man in Queens. What he lacked the most in his life was this kind of third-rate thug. In the early days of acquiring superpowers, the little spider always roamed the streets and alleys, stopping some violent incidents such as knife robberies and gun robberies of convenience stores.
Compared to a hero like Stark, the little spider lacked the face to face with evil big entrepreneurs, new or old capitalists, evil organizations such as Hydra, and high-class criminals such as the agents of various countries.
Most of the time, before he joined the Holy Shield and the Avengers, he dealt with some … down and out scientists, gangsters, criminals, and violent organizations.
In general, the reality of the people at the bottom was very closely integrated and lacked the grandeur of a big scene.
"London is still okay …" When the little spider finished tying up the sixth thug who tried to rob him with a knife, he was not surprised to find the prophet leaning against the entrance of the alley, leaning against the wall with her head tilted. Her burgundy hair blocked half of her face. She said, "Although Great Britain has colonized the world for five hundred years. But in its heyday, they never let the low-quality people of the colonies enter London. "
"So you don't see Indian turban servants here, Arabs and black people, and gypsies who live in motor homes and talk like they have a kiba in their mouths. There are only Indian doctors and university professors, rich Arabs … If we were in France, say, Paris, these people would be wandering the streets from the Champs-Elysées to the Bastille, creating the 'smell' of Paris at the same time! "
"The stench of human urine … The French perfume back then was to cover up these things, and it's the same today."
"I have to say, although London now has a mayor of the Church of Truth, the old British colonists have not lost their style after all. At least they know to refuse immigrants!"
"You should remind me what kind of scum the person I'm going to meet today is!" The little spider complained.
"I've reminded you … You must choose him. I've said that I know many Master Magicians who are far better than him." The Prophet came before the terrified London local gangster who was trapped on the wall by the spider silk and looked at him seriously. "He is really lucky … originally, he would have been sent to the prison for felons in three years because he caused a serious injury during a robbery … now it seems that it won't happen!"
The little spider said happily, "Is that so? That's why I'm doing this! "
He raised his left hand, which was wearing a crimson glove. The mechanical glove looked very cool — at least, that's what the hooligans thought. They kept trying to get their hands on it — and now it was hanging on the walls and roofs!
"On the other hand …" The prophet pulled the topic back. "I think you need to be separated from that thing for a while. When it is on you, it makes your fate look blurry. You can only see it more clearly when it is away from me."
"Now it seems … the destruction of the world you caused has nothing to do with that thing." The Prophet looked at the little spider seriously.
"Moreover, that thing is now a problem." The prophet tilted his head. "You used it to cause too much trouble in the metropolis and attracted a lot of people's attention. Now it is a temptation that attracts people's attention! To be honest, those who study magic, none of them have not messed up their own lives, but they are more superstitious about cheating in magic. "
"They think the prophet is very powerful? In fact, they have caused too much trouble themselves. You only need to borrow a little bit of the 'price' caused by their abuse of magic. With a clever lever, you can lift up their lives and smash them into pieces. We can easily control their desires … Because no one who studies magic is wise enough to be pure of heart and few desires. This kind of person will not study magic at all. Magic is desire and ambition! "
"These people are so pitiful. They ruined their lives, hurt their loved ones, and at the same time, they are superstitious about cheating. Do you know what this means?" The prophet asked.
"They may have a lot of things they regret?" The little spider seemed to understand.
"More than a little! They have countless mistakes that they want to make up for, things that make their hearts, livers, spleens, and lungs ache the moment they think about it … Now that they know there's a cheat called medicine for regret … Do you think they'll go crazy? " The prophet smiled maliciously. "Some people think they have cheated a treasure, but in fact … it is a bomb!"
… …
Madame Shangdu was the world's strongest divination witch. The blood of the ancient people gave her the ability to predict the future. In the magic world, it was rumored that Madame Shangdu was once one of the candidates for the prophet. Some people said that except for her identity as a prophet, her prophetic ability was not inferior to the prophet, but only Madame Shangdu herself knew that prophets were monsters!
The first prophet was omniscient and omnipotent, the second prophet chose for the world, and the third prophet loaded the file and restarted.
These three monsters were the real peak of the mysterious world. They guarded an ultimate secret, the secret about the world's destruction. An organization was built around the three of them, and the World Security Council was their pawn.
Why did Madame Shangdu know so clearly? Of course, it was because she was also one of them.
She was a member of the World Security Council, although she did not remember anything after leaving the headquarters!
"… You have to think clearly, Mu En! This is not something you can touch! " Madame Shangdu warned the blonde in front of her. "That thing is very dangerous … more dangerous than you can imagine."
"Let her come out and talk to you!" Mu En's attitude was very firm.
"Witch!" Mu En's right hand that was placed on the table suddenly stretched out a slender and strange palm with black nails. Their fingers intertwined, and then Mu En gently flipped her palm. Her whole appearance changed … She became a black-haired, green-eyed witch — the same as Madame Shangdu in front of her.
"Help me … You owe me!" The witch tilted her head and said in a half-pleading, half-threatening manner.
Madame Shangdu sighed. She was not going to tell the witch, but when she was divining just now, she seemed to find that things had changed. That thing fell into the hands of a person who was completely unexpected by Madame Shangdu. This seemed to be … specially used to take the blame?
So Madame Shangdu changed her mind. Since the prophet had decided that this person would take the blame. Then what are you still hesitating for? Why aren't you pushing the blame away?
"The thing you want is now in Constantine's hands …" Madame Shangdu slowly took out the dried corpse of a Red-breasted Robin from beside her that had stopped on a withered rose branch. She lowered her head and kissed the head of the Red-breasted Robin. The Red-breasted Robin came alive in a breath and flew up and down the back of Madame Shangdu's hand.
Madame Shangdu handed the Red-breasted Robin to the witch and let it fly up to the witch's shoulder.
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