The Taoist who invaded American comics

"Who is talking?"

Harry Osborn turned around suddenly and was horrified to find a tall and handsome young Asian man wearing a short-sleeved shirt with a Superman logo. He didn't know what was standing behind him.

At the same time, there was a 14 or 5-year-old girl standing next to the man.

He was looking at himself curiously and indifferently.

"How did you get in?" Two more people suddenly appeared quietly, making Harry Osborn's originally crazy mind feel cold, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

Wang Jing did not answer Harry Osborn's boring question. He started to walk towards the little Green Goblin.

"Don't come here." Harry Osborn quickly pointed the gun originally aimed at McCann at the uninvited guest Wang Jing.

"Alas." Seeing this, Wang Jing sighed and stopped.

"Believe me, if you were me, you would definitely regret using this thing and think about your father." The tone was sincere.

"Father" Harry Osborn was stunned for a moment.

"Father, he used it too"

"Yes, otherwise how did the human experiment of this serum potion come about and why was this serum potion developed and produced?" Wang Jing looked at Harry Osborn with some pity.

From his perspective, Harry Osborn is indeed a tragedy, a forcibly created tragic villain, and Wang Jing somewhat appreciates his character.

Unyielding and daring to survive in the face of death, like a little wolf cub, this is somewhat in line with the Taoist concept of bravery and diligence to earn a living among all the races in the world.

Because if a person can even give up the basic human nature of life, then there is nothing else that cannot be given up, and there is nothing that can be persisted on.

Instead of being like other heroes who are lucky enough to get superpowers, they run around for their own self-righteous ideas, using ordinary people without any abilities as the venue to talk about fantasy and passion every day.

Enjoy the pleasure of being supported and paid attention to, but dare not really show your true colors to others.

How can a person become a "hero" if he can't even be magnanimous?

In the final analysis, they are just clowns. If they really care about the world, they will act chivalrously and protect ordinary people.

Then why not make the source of your abilities public, so that everyone can leap into the realm of transcendence, and everyone is like a dragon.

Rather than enslaving the masses.

In fact, they are just enjoying the transcendent feeling of being above the masses and being the god on earth.

"Are you from McCann or are you also a boring superhero who wants to take care of this matter?" Harry Osborn gritted his teeth and tried to steady his arms that were already shaking.

"No, no, you know so well, are you the Spider-Man?" Harry Osborn became more and more excited as he spoke, especially mentioning Spider-Man, and his madness became more and more serious.

This superhero he originally liked and admired, and whom he thought was a good person, actually refused to save him until death. This contrast of trust drove him crazy.

"Spider-Man." With a sneer, Wang Jing took a step forward, which made Harry Osborn stop when he was about to pull the trigger out of nervousness.

He looked down at Harry Osborn for a moment at 185.

"I am no one, I just want to save you."

"Why do you save me? Why do you say you want to save me? I need your mercy." Seeing Wang Jing's pitiful expression, Harry Osborn gritted his teeth and went completely crazy.

Roaring angrily, he tried to pull the trigger on Wang Jing's pistol, but he failed.

"Help me, I am the chairman of Osborne Industries, McCann. Help me catch him. The whole Osborne Industries will be grateful to you. I will give you whatever you want." Harry pointed the gun at Osborne. When Wang Jing came to power, McCann, a cunning capitalist, had long been looking for an opportunity to escape Harry Osborn's control.

Harry Osborne's crazy mood just now was the best opportunity to become the chairman of the board of directors in a capital city like New York.

When he found the opportunity, he took action decisively, hugged Harry Osborn, threw him backwards, and at the same time firmly held down Harry Osborn's gun hand with both hands.

Harry Osborn was caught off guard and was caught by him. Coupled with Harry Osborn's terminally ill body, which was almost exhausted, he was thrown to the ground by McCann.

The force of more than one hundred kilograms hit the hard marble floor, making Harry Osborn dizzy.

"No, I can't fail like this, I can't." The little Green Goblin realized that he was going to die. Astonishing power burst out from his weak body. His desire for life and revenge made him bounce up from the ground in an instant.

But how could his body be a match for McCann? Why didn't McCann, a bloody capitalist who had just been chairman for a few days and had not had time to enjoy it, not have a fanatical desire?

After a brief advantage, Harry Osborne was pressed to the ground by McCann again.

"Hurry up, help me hold him down and you will be indispensable." McCann's eyes showed the ecstasy of escaping from death, and he quickly promised Wang Jing.

Possible

砰

Before he could finish speaking, McCann was kicked away by Wang Jing and hit hard against the hard steel instrument. The huge force almost knocked his breath away.

"Kill him." Wang Jing kicked the pistol on the ground in front of Harry Osborn.

"Don't you want to live? If you kill him, I will help you cure your disease."

"Stay alive." Harry Osborn lowered his head, looked at the pistol in front of him, and slowly sat up from the ground. The eroded wound on his neck had opened up a frightening wound in the previous fight, and the blood stained him red. collar.

He held the gun, looked at the gun in his hand, and then shot McCann without hesitation.

In order to survive and to get revenge, he had already given up everything else.

砰

Blood bloomed on McCann's chest instantly. It wasn't over yet. Harry Osborn shot him three more times. After making sure he was almost dead, Harry Osborn put the gun on the ground again.

The muzzle of the gun was pointed at himself, and the handle of the gun was pointed at Wang Jing.

"How does it feel to kill someone?"

"I don't feel anything." Harry Osborn sat on the ground. As he gradually became weak, he tried to move his body, leaned against the metal pillar, thought about it seriously, and then shook his head.

"That's good." Nodding, Wang Jing fell in love with the little Green Goblin even more.

Killing is never about killing for the sake of killing, but killing for a purpose.

Keeping the spring breeze in mind and killing with the sword is Wang Jing's philosophy.

"Are you afraid of killing people?" Wang Jing asked the raven on the side again.

"Not afraid." Raven shook her head, with a hint of black evil in her big eyes.

"Hey." Wang Jing chuckled, knowing that it was nonsense to ask these two people. How could a dying person and a born devil still have feelings for killing people.

"You are really a good teacher, Wang Jing." Wang Jing thought to himself.

"There is an Eastern country on the other side of the ocean, and there is a sect called Taoism there." He walked up to Harry Osborn, squatted down, looked down at him, and put his hand on his head.

This little Green Goblin shouldn't be such a puppet, and he suddenly wanted to give him a chance to change.

"No need to say anything more, it's up to you." Harry Osborn looked up at Wang Jing and grinned, with rotten flesh between his teeth.

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