The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1863 Madman’s Journey (67)

After Schiller and Stark returned to the Star Eater Engine, T'Challa smiled and patted Stark on the shoulder and said: "Honestly, I used to always wonder how our universe got to where it is today. This step.”

"I have always believed that the incomprehensible nature of human beings makes it difficult for us to work together. It is almost impossible to think in one place and work hard in one place, but our universe is almost there."

"Now it seems that it's not that we want to unite, but that we have to unite." T'Challa stretched out his hand and pressed Stark's shoulder, looked at him from above his eyes and said, "Some people are like moths flying to each other. Fire, if I try it ten thousand times, I will still fall for it.”

Stark crossed his arms and snorted coldly, obviously not calmed down yet. After Schiller was stunned for a moment, he showed a smile that was familiar to everyone present.

He covered his mouth with his fist and coughed lightly, then turned to look at Nick, who was typing quickly on his phone.

Eddie stretched his neck and took a look, and then found that Nick was chatting in a chat group. The chat group refreshed the screen very quickly, but there was no need to read the text content at all. He just looked at the pile of red, red and blue messages. From the avatar, you know this must be Spider-Man’s internal group.

Eddie looked at the large text that was quickly sliding across the screen and felt that his head began to hurt again. At this time, a rather unique black and white spider web avatar sent a short message:
"We have arrived at the target universe, where is the unlucky guy?"

Spider Silk put down her phone, looked up at the ruins of New York City, and sighed deeply.

She turned around and looked at Peter from the central universe who was still playing with his pile of reagents. She could only step forward helplessly and patted Peter on the shoulder and said, "Okay, nerd, I think you've been a little busy in the lab lately." Don’t be fooled, we have arrived at our destination, let’s go find Spider-Man in this universe, there is work to do.”

Peter raised his head and pushed up his glasses, walked to the edge of the building and looked around the environment. He put his hands on his hips and sighed: "I just said we should bring more equipment before we come. Give me 10 more minutes to complete the Mercury Base." What if I bring the miniature robot here, okay, okay, I know I am Spider-Man, I will go find someone right now."

After speaking, Peter jumped into the air, and an extremely shiny spider suit replaced his ordinary clothes as quickly as possible, covering his whole body and putting on a mask for him.

Spider Silk snapped her fingers and gave him a "You're so handsome" gesture, then walked to the portal and said, "Then I'll go back first. If the mission goes well, don't forget to send Nick a message. He's worried about it. Your aunt."

After saying that, Spider-Man walked into the portal without looking back. Spider-Man, who was floating in the air, looked around and saw that none of the surrounding buildings was intact. It was difficult to find a human being in such a ruin. It was difficult. After thinking about it for a while, Spider-Man decided to take some technological measures.

He tapped a few times on the projection screen that popped up from his arm, and a group of light and translucent drones like butterflies flew out of his arm. They appeared for a moment, and the optical invisibility was activated, flying silently around New York. .

Not long after, a drone sent a report. Spider-Man clicked it and saw that a battle was breaking out around the Stark Tower. The protagonist was Spider-Man from this universe wearing a spider uniform and a group of zombies wearing superhero uniforms. .

Spider-Man flew over there at an extremely fast speed. As soon as he got close to the conspicuous sign of Stark Tower, he saw a red and blue figure on the ground being slapped and sent flying far away.

Spider-Man dived down and punched away the zombies that were about to rush up to hit him. He whizzed past the low altitude, grabbed Spider-Man's arm lying on the ground, and flew him to the top of the building.

The local Spider-Man looked at his other self floating in the air in shock. Just as he was about to speak, the flying Spider-Man stopped him with gestures and threw him a mobile phone.

"Man, the situation is urgent now. I don't have time to explain it to you in detail. You first download an APP, register an account, and click the task completion button for me, otherwise it will time out."

"what?"

About 10 minutes later, the two Spider-Man were sitting side by side on the roof of Stark Tower. The local Spider-Man stared dumbfounded at the series of chat records in the credits group.

"So Spider-Man is actually an organization, and every universe has an unlucky guy who gets bitten?!"

"Not everyone is bitten, but you are obviously the unlucky one among the unlucky ones." Spider-Man shrugged and said, "Not only were you bitten by a spider, but you were also bitten by a zombie."

"Uh...so...what are you here for?" The local Spider-Man scratched his head in confusion.

Spider-Man took out his mobile phone and flipped through it before saying: "The mission description says that the zombie crisis in one of your two universes has been resolved, while the other one is still in some trouble..."

The local Spider-Man looked down at the roaring zombie superhero below, sighed and said: "There is indeed trouble, and it's not a small one. Let's put it this way, I was infected with another zombie virus to cure the virus I have now. "

"But in order for everyone to be cured, everyone has to be infected with another zombie virus, which means I have to bite them one by one. Although the heroes of the Avengers have recovered in another universe, there are still many Other heroes and mutants, and the portal is slow..."

"So I brought you this." Spider-Man took out a syringe from somewhere, but the shape of this syringe was different from the syringes used in ordinary laboratories for pharmaceuticals. It was more slender and had a needle. Also shorter.

"Is this an anesthetic needle?" the local Spider-Man asked: "It looks like the kind fired from an anesthetic gun."

"It's almost the same, but it's not an anesthetic, but a hemolytic reagent. What we have to do is extract something from your body that can resist the zombie virus, make it into a medicine and inject it into their bodies, so that Much faster." The local Spider-Man slapped his forehead and said: "I almost forgot that we have modern medical methods, but I'm afraid this world can't provide you with the equipment you want..."

"It's okay, I brought it myself." Spider-Man stood up, took out a business card holder and started rummaging through it. The local Spider-Man was a little curious about what he was doing, so he went over to take a look, and then he found that there was something in the business card holder. It's not business cards, but small iron tablets with strange names written on them one after another.

"Oh, here, let me take a look... I found it." Spider-Man took out a small iron piece from his business card holder and threw it towards the open space. An experimental instrument appeared in the open space on the roof of the building.

"Oh my God!" the local Spider-Man exclaimed. Before he could say anything, Spider-Man's hands flew up and down, and iron pieces were thrown out like snowflakes. Soon, the roof of the building was turned into a medical and chemical experiment. room.

"Is the technology in your universe so advanced?" The local Spider-Man kept looking up at the equipment around him.

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he patted his forehead and asked, "I heard before that a group of visitors from other universes came here, and they even got the information about the murderer from the big head before me. Are you in the same group?"

Spider-Man recalled it and said: "If what you see is a combination of a strange Iron Man, a strange black man and a strange doctor, then it should be true. I come from the same universe as them, and we are from that universe. Spider-Man.”

The local Spider-Man immediately rushed forward and grabbed Spider-Man's arm and said, "Then can you contact them?"

"Yes, yes, but don't you have to solve the trouble here first?" Spider-Man shrugged and said, "And this potion can not only solve the troubles in your universe. As far as I know, many universes are affected by zombies. Although I don’t know if it’s the same type of virus that troubles me, I can always give it a try.”

The local Spider-Man was a little disappointed, but he quickly cheered up. He nodded and said, "Indeed, it would be great if we could help other universes avoid this kind of tragedy. Let's get started. What do you need me to do?" "

"First we're going to do a rough physical exam. I'm going to collect some blood and hair samples from you, and maybe do some genetic testing."

The local Spider-Man looked downstairs with some worry and said: "These zombies are very hungry now, so they are not very awake, but if they are full later, they will come and cause trouble for us."

Spider-Man held out a finger and said, "Wait a minute."

Spider-Man jumped down from the roof of the building, and a blue gun appeared in his hand. He was seen passing over the zombies, and he kept pulling the trigger in his hand. The ice pick hit the zombies one after another for a few seconds. Within a short time, the Zombie Avengers were all frozen into big blocks of ice.

Spider-Man flew back to the top of the building, shook his head and said: "If the spider silk doesn't rush me, I will bring the ice bomb, so that all the zombies in the city can be frozen, and no one will bother us. ”

The local Spider-Man stared at the gun. He punched his palm with his fist and said, "In the early days of the zombie infection, I also thought about making freezing weapons, but low temperature will be harmful to the human body, and the same is true for zombies... "

"This won't work." Spider-Man shook the freezing gun at him, and then said: "I heard that it was developed by a cryogenics professor named Victor Freese. What is it called... dense ice technology?"

"I heard that the latest version of dense ice can no longer participate in heat exchange, but the one in my hand is an old version, but it is enough. People frozen in the ice will not be harmed. If you don't believe it, look at them eyes."

The local Spider-Man glanced downstairs and found that the frozen zombies had only blank expressions in their eyes, but no pain. Their skin color and limb condition had not changed, indicating that they did not feel cold.

"It's amazing," commented the local Spider-Man.

Spider-Man opened the lid of the medical examination cabin remotely. After the local Spider-Man walked in, the readings were quickly displayed on the device. Spider-Man was stunned after taking a look at the readings.

"What the hell is this? Asgard? Tony Stark? Why is there Dr. Schiller?"

The hatch opened, and Spider-Man said to his other self inside: "The equipment may be broken. Forget it, the conditions are limited now, so we don't have to pay so much attention. Let's just draw blood."

The local Spider-Man was a little confused, but he still nodded. He instinctively trusted this peer whose technology was superior to his own, so he opened his uniform and let Spider-Man draw some of his blood.

During the blood test, Spider-Man was even more confused. He stared at the instrument for a long time and then said: "There is a very magical factor in your blood. I don't know what it is, or I don't even know if they are." It exists, is that a zombie virus?”

"Oh, no, it's not." Spider-Man denied himself. He said: "This thing has not attacked any system in your body. It just exists like this. Is it a special immune factor? Could this be a zombie? An antidote to the virus, right?”

The local Spider-Man immediately widened his eyes and said: "Then what are you waiting for? Extract it and make it into medicine. The zombie universe will be saved."

Although Spider-Man instinctively felt that something was wrong, looking around at the decadent scene in New York and thinking about the dire straits of the zombie universe in the mission description, he decided not to think about it so much and extract the useful ingredients first.

(End of this chapter)