Many things happened that night. The next morning, Parker, who looked exhausted, was sent home to Queens in Chandler's luxury car. The mysterious spider not only gave Parker great talent and strength, it also gave him a super strong self-healing ability. Although it was not as good as Saber's or Logan's, if it was just a superficial wound, it would be healed in one night.
Parker, on the other hand, still felt sore all over his body. However, he had to admit that he had learned a lot of useful things from Seiber during the training. Seiber was a competent combat expert, but he was not a good teacher. His teaching method was very rough …
Sparring over and over again, in this kind of battle that could at best be called a warm-up, he crudely and simply instilled his understanding of combat into Parker.
Parker was a fast learner, but the price he had to pay was a total of 37 defeats. He didn't even manage to break through Seiber's defensive line once, and this was under the condition that Seiber didn't use any weapons.
Then Saber gave him a nickname, "Spider." Under the premise that Parker was unwilling to join The Devil Gang, their relationship was maintained as friends and allies. However, Parker preferred to call himself "Spiderman." Yes, even if he was a bookworm, he still had the heart of a superhero. And now, this kind of thinking was no longer just a thought.
Parker was carrying his bag and wearing the glasses that were used to deceive others. He walked up the stairs of the old house. The walls on both sides had peeled off, and some parts of the wooden railings had decayed. Obviously, this wasn't a rich family's home. Peter, who had grown up in such an environment, wasn't a child from a rich family.
But he was very satisfied because he had the best uncle and aunt in the world, just like his parents.
"Ding."
"I'm back. Uncle Ben, Aunt May? Are you there? "
Parker opened the door and shouted into the room. He turned around and changed his shoes. When he turned his head, he saw the serious-looking Uncle Ben walking out of the house with a black card in his hand. Aunt May followed behind him with a worried look on her face.
"What's wrong? Uncle Ben? Did something happen? "
Parker asked worriedly. Ben Parker waved at him and Parker hurriedly walked over. He saw the card in Uncle Ben's hand. It was exquisitely designed and one look and he could tell that it was a very high-end item.
"What's this?"
Parker asked. Uncle Ben sat on the chair, stroked his chin, and said hesitantly, "I'm not sure what to do.
"When I went to work this morning, a postman gave me a letter of appointment from the Gotham City Port Authority …"
This honest man over 50 years old scratched his bald head and said with a puzzled face, "They said in the letter that the Gotham Port Authority lacks a senior mechanical engineer and wanted to invite me to work. They said that they have prepared a house, and can even help Aunt arrange a job.. I thought it was just a joke, but I just called to confirm …"
Uncle Ben looked up at Parker with a look of disbelief.
"It's true, child. I heard that a big shot in the Port Authority, a director named Saber, recommended me. Then they hired me. Now I just need to sign this letter and I'll get a new job."
"But the salary is ten times the current job … and there are other benefits. My God, this is really worrying."
Aunt May couldn't help but draw a cross in front of her chest and said hesitantly,
"How could such a good thing happen to us? But that Port Authority manager named Lewis's tone is very worrying. He doesn't sound like a decent person."
When Parker heard this, he instantly knew that Lewis wasn't a decent person. He just met him yesterday. He was a mafia boss who ruled a third of Gotham. Of course, Parker wouldn't say this out loud.
He was silent for a moment, and the words that Mr. Saber said to him last night appeared in his mind.
"Facing an opponent that you can't fight head-on, and that has reached into every corner of New York, the first thing you have to do is not to attack, Parker, but to protect your weakness. You have to show that you are fearless, you have to show that you don't care. This way, the opponent won't use your weakness to threaten you. Of course, you don't have that ability yet, so I'll help you this time. But you have to think about it, The Devil Gang's reputation isn't very good. How to persuade your uncle and aunt is your business."
"The only thing I can guarantee is that they will never be hurt, and I won't use them to deal with you. This is a choice, Parker. Every choice has its risks. You can choose to trust me, or protect them in your own way. This won't affect our current cooperation against SHIELD."
Saber's openness made Parker hesitate. He was a real genius. When he was 13 years old, he was able to hack into SHIELD's surveillance network. He naturally understood the risks that Saber said, but when he thought of his own memories and the things about his parents that he hadn't seen since he was a child, it was like a black hole in his mind. It constantly swallowed Parker's rationality and put him under great pressure.
In the end, the high school student made a decision. SHIELD and Saber … He chose the latter.
So he turned his eyes and said to Uncle Ben, who was hesitating.
"Why don't we go and take a look?"
"Hmm?"
Ben looked at his nephew. He had taken care of this young man for 17 years. Blood is thicker than water. Parker looked more like his son than someone who was adopted because of a promise. He looked at Parker and said seriously, "Tell me, what do you think?
"Tell me what you think, Parker. You're also a member of this family. You have the right to speak on this matter."
"Uh, actually … I just met with Mr. Saber yesterday."
Parker scratched his head. "Yesterday was his niece's birthday party. Mr. Saber is very … Well, he thinks very highly of me. We had a good chat. He said that after I graduated from college, he would recommend me to enter the biotechnology laboratory of Wayne Industries. That place is now a very famous research team led by the famous biologist, Professor Hawkins. Mr. Saber said that he would give me a gift, but I didn't expect it to be this."
"Wayne Industries?"
Ben and May looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes. Wayne Industries was famous in the United States and could definitely be ranked in the top three in precision manufacturing. It was a big company. If Parker could really be favored by the big shots of Wayne Industries, then this child's future would be limitless. They didn't suspect that Parker would lie to them because the child had never lied since he was a child.
"If that's the case …"
Ben stood up and rubbed his hands nervously. He finally made up his mind and said to Aunt May, "Let's book a ticket for tomorrow and go to Gotham to take a look. I'll go to the office to apply for my resignation now."
"No, no, no!"
Parker stood up and said to Uncle Ben, "Uncle Ben, if you don't want to go, it's okay. I know that you and Aunt are nostalgic people. You have lived in New York all your life. You don't have to sacrifice this last home for me. You have already done too much for me."
"No! Child! "
Uncle Ben patted Parker's shoulder with relief. "No, we are willing to do this. This is for your future. I knew since you were young that you would eventually become a decent person, a decent person. I knew it. You would never let us down. By the way, do you want to go to Gotham with us? While you are at it, you can confirm the laboratory matters. The big shots are always very busy. There are some opportunities that you have to seize, Parker. "
Parker thought about it. If he let his uncle and aunt go, he would not be at ease. He trusted Saber, but that did not mean that he trusted the entire The Devil Gang. Hence, he nodded.
"No problem. The school is already on holiday. I will go to Professor Connors to ask for leave. We will go to Gotham together tomorrow."
He looked at his old uncle and aunt and could not help but reach out and hug them in his arms.
"I will protect you. I swear, you are my best family."
Of course, arranging for Parker's family to go to Gotham was a piece of cake for Saber. It was an unexpected surprise for Saber to be able to meet Peter Parker and guide this capable child to cause trouble for SHIELD. However, he did not forget the real reason for coming to New York. He made two calls to Professor Hawkins and Bruce Wayne, who was busy playing games with Joker. After confirming the matter, in the evening of New York, Saber carried a newly made large wooden box and sat in the old driver Chandler's car.
"Where are we going? Boss Saber. "
Chandler, who was wearing a black suit and a pair of large sunglasses, asked with a serious expression. This guy was terrified when he was first left in the Devil's Gang, but after joining the Devil's Gang, he seemed to be enjoying himself. Seiber put on his sunglasses and looked at the black devil tattoo on Chandler's neck that was dripping with blood. He couldn't help but laugh when he saw the stark contrast between Chandler's round figure and the serious clothes he was wearing.
"How is it? Chas, have you gotten used to it? "
"I'm having a great time, Boss Saber. Everyone doesn't bully me. I thought too much before, and I have to say, The Devil Gang is really a good place!"
Chas Chandler could not help but stretch out his thumb in the air and pat the steering wheel of the limited edition Bentley. "Especially these luxury cars. I couldn't even touch them before, but now I can run around the streets of New York every day and attract the attention of girls. It's like heaven."
"Hahaha, your happiness is simple enough …"
Saber laughed and threw a cigar to Chandler. The happiness of ordinary people was not complicated. Saber had known this for a long time. He lit the cigar and said softly,
"Then, take me to St. John's Church, Chas. Tonight, I'm going to meet some 'old friends'."
Saber's old friends could be divided into two types, the living and the dead. Needless to say, the dead could be divided into two types, and the living could also be divided into two types. One was like Mephisto and Nick Fury, who gave Saber a headache whenever he mentioned him. The other was like Constantine, who would be frightened at the mention of his name.
How should he put it? Anyway, being Saber's old friend was not a pleasant thing. Constantine definitely had something to say about this.
"Swoosh."
Two CT spectra were thrown in front of Constantine. The indifferent black female doctor frowned and looked at Constantine, who was sitting in front of her and smoking.
"Late stage lung cancer, John. If you continue smoking, you may not live past two years."
"This?"
Constantine waved the cigarette butt in his hand. His expression became very strange as the smoke lingered in the air.
"No! I won't throw it away! Liz … You see, life is so strange. Fifteen years ago, I didn't want to live anymore. Fifteen years later, I suddenly don't want to die anymore. You saved me before. Can you still save me now? "
Dr. Liz obviously knew Constantine. Looking at the man's sad face, her indifferent expression melted a little. She reached out and touched Constantine's decadent and handsome face. There was not even a trace of sadness in her eyes.
"I'm sorry, Constantine. You're dead. Only God can save you now."
"God?"
Constantine grabbed Dr. Liz's hand. He leaned forward and looked at the female doctor gently. "I've killed many monsters. Most of them are monsters that ordinary people have never seen before. But now, I'm going to die from cigarettes … But it's okay. Death is not scary, but I still have a lot of things to do."
He kissed the doctor gently on the cheek.
"Goodbye, Liz. For the sake of our past relationship, after I die, can you put a bouquet of white flowers on my grave?"
The doctor looked at the face in front of her. She sighed and gently stroked Constantine's face with her fingers. But the next moment …
Slap!
A hard slap landed on Constantine's face. "Ever since you ran away from the wedding, I've only had hatred for you. You scumbag, after you die, I'll sing a song for you in front of your grave. You bastard, you ruined the first half of my life!"
Three minutes later, Constantine walked out of the hospital dispiritedly with a palm print on his head. He lit a cigarette out of habit, looked up at the darkening sky, and stroked his stubbled chin.
"God?"
He reached out and stopped a taxi. Sitting in the back seat, he looked up and saw the familiar Indian driver. The driver also saw him. Although their last meeting was not friendly, the Indian driver still took the initiative to greet him.
"Hello, the unapproachable Mr. Iceberg. Where are you going this time?"
"New York is really small … Your name is Du Peng, right?"
Constantine looked out of the window and shrugged. "Then, Du Peng, go to St. John's Cathedral. Don't take a detour. I won't pay you more."
The Indian driver's expression collapsed. He shrugged.
"Well, maybe I should have listened to Mr. Deadpool's advice and brought a gun with me …"
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