Chapter 2155 The Ultimate New World (Thirty-Six)

A portal suddenly appeared in Nick Fury's office at SHIELD, and Spider Silk, with an anxious face, appeared in Nick's office.

"Nick, Nick! I can't feel Spider-Man's vital signs, I..."

Spider Silk didn't find Nick, but she saw the communicator on Nick's desk flashing red.

Spider Silk hesitated for a moment, but still walked over, because she knew it was just a backup communicator, Nick should have something else on him, he must have heard it a long time ago, so she was not eavesdropping.

So Spider Silk walked up and pressed the play button, and a familiar voice came from it.

"Hello, Director Fury, I'm Spider-Man. Through my communication equipment, you should be able to tell which universe Spider-Man I am. Now I have a message to tell you, I'm dying..."

Spider Silk listened quietly to everything Spider-Man said, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and supported one hand on the table, feeling a little weak.

She knew, she knew, if Spider-Man was not willing, then who could kill him?

It's not that simple at all, Spider Silk thought. Nick Fury does have some authority over the Spider Totem, but he actually has no way to choose who to let become Spider-Man. Otherwise, with the director's habit of recruiting men from all over the world, wouldn't he bite out 3 billion Spider-Men?

Spider Totem is Spider-Man's totem. Although he chooses Spider-Man, he is also controlled by the collective will of Spider-Man, otherwise Nick would not have been able to get the authority.

Spider Silk clenched her fist tightly and bit her lips until they bled, but in the end she sighed and sent this recording to the Spider APP group.

Spider-Men were furious.

But what else could they discuss?

Amazing Spider-Man was right. Now there was a foggy space that no one could understand, and Amazing Spider-Man was able to survive there, but which Spider-Man wanted to survive?

It was too late for them to save Spider-Man now. They knew that within a second after this recording was sent, Spider-Man would definitely turn around and leave the foggy space that extended his life.

That is to say, in this timeline, Spider-Man is likely to be dead, so they must fulfill his last wish.

In the end, the Spider-Men decided to use their collective will to influence the Spider Totem again and give the ability and identity of this universe Spider-Man to Bruce Wayne.

Spider-Man walked into the thick fog without looking back. Bruce widened his eyes in shock. He immediately stood up and wanted to chase him, but he was already injured. He was out of breath after just two quick steps and had to stop to rest.

At this time, he couldn't care so much. He had to leave here. He had to go back to the Golden Gate Bridge to save people.

But if you want to save people, you have to have strength, but he has no strength now. It's not that he doesn't dare to die bravely, but there is no point in dying, and he can't save anyone.

Bruce forced himself to calm down and think about what Spider-Man meant by that. After staying there for more than half a minute, he finally calmed down.

The last communication left by Spider-Man may be sent to someone, and that person may be able to control Spider-Man's ability to someone, at least to influence it.

So Spider-Man wanted to commit suicide and leave the power to himself, but the question was how to get this power?

Spider, yes, it was a spider. Spider-Man asked him to find a spider, and the bite he had received before was probably not an accident, but some kind of mysterious ritual before he gained the power.

But the question was where to find a spider now?

Bruce had a headache. Not to mention that he was on the Golden Gate Bridge, which was in flames, even in the surrounding areas that had not been affected yet, the level of urbanization was very high, leaving little living space for spiders. Could he still search half the city to find a spider?

But at this moment, Bruce saw two beams of light in the depths of the fog, the lights of the car!

That was his car... He had seen himself covered in blood when he was driving on the side of the road before!

Bruce's eyes widened immediately, and when the car passed by, he really saw another unharmed self.

No, he didn't hear it, and he couldn't read lips... Aisha! Aisha was in the car!

He seized the second of passing by and shouted at the car.

"Spider!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Aisha, who was picked up by a woman with a child and stopped outside the disaster relief area, suddenly realized that the Bruce who had just fallen and had a bloody head was the one they met in the fog before.

At this moment, Aisha found that there was fog on the bridge.

She instantly deduced the ins and outs of everything.

The time in the fog world is disordered. It is normal for the past to meet the future and the future to meet the present. Then the bloody Bruce they met is likely to come from the future at that time, which is now.

Bruce, who was rescuing the disaster on the Golden Gate Bridge, entered the fog world again through the fog on the bridge and met himself who drove out of the fog world at that time.

That Bruce shouted a word.

Elsa saw it, of course, but at that time she was thinking about the relationship between Bruce and Batman, and had not thought about it yet.

Now that she thought about it, she could recall every move of Bruce, who was covered in blood, and his lip shape.

Elsa can read lips.

"...Spider?"

Elsa imitated Bruce's lip shape and said a word, but she didn't understand, what spider? What happened to the spider?

Wait, Spider-Man! Why didn't Spider-Man come?

The Golden Gate Bridge had such a big accident that Captain America had gathered the members of the Avengers to come to rescue. If Spider-Man was still alive, he would not have come.

Spider-Man is dead.

Then Bruce can inherit the spider ability, but there is still a prerequisite, that is, he must be bitten by a spider.

That's why Bruce called Spider.

Elsa, who understood everything, didn't delay for a second. She immediately jumped out of the woman's arms, stood in front of her and asked her: "Where is the spider?"

"Spider? What spider?" The woman was a little confused.

"Tell me where there are spiders? Where have you seen the most spiders?!"

Although the woman didn't understand, she still pointed to a direction for Aisha, "There is a park over there, and there is a forest in the park. When I was walking there before, I saw a lot of spider webs there. There must be spiders over there."

Aisha immediately took off into the air, and flew in that direction in the surprised eyes of the woman.

Not long after, she clasped her hands together, flew to the deck of the Golden Gate Bridge as if she was holding something carefully, and then fell down.

The next second, Bruce rushed out of the mist, and Aisha threw the spider directly at him.

Bruce didn't have time to care about the spiders at all. He ran madly in the direction of the little girl in front of him.

Three steps, two steps, one step...

Boom!!!

The missile arrived as expected, the smoke and dust of the explosion rose, and a black shadow flew out and fell heavily to the ground.

That was Bruce, he was still alive, and so was the little girl.

He put the little girl down, walked to an overturned truck, put his hand in the gap between the front of the truck and the ground, and exerted a little force with his arm.

The truck was turned over.

It was turned over firmly without a second's pause, and then fell to the ground with a bang.

Bruce took a deep breath, and he gained strength, once again.

"God, how did you do it?" The people next to him looked at him in amazement and exclaimed: "Why would you..."

"Because I am Bat... Spider-Man."

Spider-Man, who had lost half of his body, walked into the thick fog. He knew that he would die the moment he left the fog, but he had no fear at all, and even felt relieved.

People always have to die, and it is not said that Spider-Man will definitely live forever, but he does prefer this way of death to old age, because he knows that many people will be saved because of his decision.

Spider-Man has always hoped that people will be saved, and has always hoped that everyone will be saved.

The mist was getting thinner and thinner. He knew that if he took another step forward, his time would be restored, the pain would come, and the blood would gush out. He couldn't help but imagine the scene of his own death.

That's not very beautiful. Spider-Man shrugged, and then he found that he only had one shoulder to shrug.

Snap!

Taking a step forward, Spider-Man fell to the ground with convulsions. The blood holes on his body began to bleed countless blood. The organs that were no longer complete could not function. The muscles instinctively tightened, but Spider-Man, who had no will to survive, quickly loosened his clenched hands.

After an unknown period of time, the blood flowing from his body soaked the ground, more and more, until he wanted to lie on the red carpet.

The mist was getting thicker and thicker.

Maybe it was a few days, or maybe it was a few years. In this chaotic space and time, time had no meaning.

A knuckle twitched slightly, and then the whole palm, shoulder muscles and chest began to rise and fall slightly.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Some air was squeezed out of his lungs, and after resuming independent breathing, Peter slowly opened his eyes.

Heaven or hell?

Peter hoped it was hell, because if the number of places in heaven was limited, it would be better to give it to others.

But the flames were not this color, but if this was heaven, then the visibility was a bit too low?

Peter thought in a daze, and it took a long time for him to control his limbs with his brain, and he climbed up.

The blood on his body was still there, and his clothes had several holes, but the blood flowing on the ground was gone. Peter found that the road surface under him had turned into mud, which was emitting a dark red luster at this time.

Peter patted the dirt on his body and slowly stood up. He turned around and froze in place.

It was a huge black sun.

It was suspended in front of Peter, and behind it in the thick fog, there were countless huge eyes and mouths.

"Who are you?"

Peter asked involuntarily, because he felt that the other party was intelligent and could communicate.

The mouth in the mist moved.

"You died for the survival of the people."

"... I am not." Peter shook his head and said, "They were already alive, and the disaster that should not have happened made them die. I just made everything return to normal."

The black sun looked at him silently.

Peter continued, "Everyone should live well, without experiencing any suffering, and always be happy and peaceful."

"The disaster prevented them from doing so, and made them experience disasters and even death. What I did was not to save them, but to make those things that they should not have experienced disappear, so that people can get what they deserve."

"I am not the savior, I am just Spider-Man."

The true Son of God belike