A person in American comics is forced to mechanically ascend in order to go home

There was a noisy shouting in my ears, and the sound waves got louder and louder.

Albert was slowly regaining consciousness.

He only felt that he had had a long dream, dreaming about his past life, dreaming about Howard, dreaming about Tony, Gu Yi... But when he thought about it carefully, he couldn't remember anything.

Albert opened his eyes, and a row of low-quality LED tubes flashed with dazzling white light, which made him subconsciously close them again.

He took a deep breath, and the air was filled with a smell of cigarettes, sweat, and blood that hit his nose.

Albert couldn't help but frown, he really couldn't imagine where this place was.

It smelled more human than a slaughterhouse, but the smell of blood was stronger than any place where people stayed.

After a while, he opened his eyes again, stood up with his hands on the rough concrete floor, and looked around.

He was in a corner, facing a small boxing ring. There were no less than a hundred people crowded around at different heights. Those in the front were sitting on plastic stools, and those in the back were standing. Most of them were waving their fists desperately, with red eyes.

The cheap lights flickered, but no one seemed to be dazzled.

Curses, cheers and hoarse shouts played a symphony called "chaos".

Two strong men in black were dragging something like a person in the ring.

A long trail of blood snaked out wherever it passed.

"This is?"

Albert moved his joints and turned his head, feeling a strange sense of familiarity.

He lowered his head and stretched out his hand. Calluses and old scars were intertwined at the base of his fingers. The thumb of his right hand was bent abnormally, and there was a slight pain when turning it.

"Xiaoxue, which city am I in..."

Albert subconsciously wanted to locate Xiaoxue, but then he remembered that even his body and Adamantium alloy were destroyed during the time travel. How could an artificial intelligence neural unit survive?

He shook his head, he had no time to be sad now.

"Sorry, there are very few bodies to choose from in this damn place."

Suddenly, a voice appeared clearly in Albert's ears amidst the noisy shouts.

It's Morpheus's very recognizable voice, which is low and has a bit of a cigarette voice.

"I gave you some little gifts, I hope you like them."

"Where did you send me?"

After waiting for two seconds, Morpheus's voice did not come again. Albert shook his head helplessly and began to adapt to his new body.

No matter where it is, it is not a "normal" and harmonious place.

The muscles tighten, relax, and then tighten again.

But with one movement, Albert discovered that this body was very powerful. At least he is much better than himself who has been training all year round in the Marvel world.

A layer of fat that is neither thin nor thick is attached to the extremely explosive muscles. The ears are dumpling and the bridge of the nose is a little crooked.

The body of a standard professional fighting athlete only has soreness in a few joints and fingers when moving, like hidden injuries.

As for the gift given by Morpheus, Albert has not found any extraordinary abilities so far.

Although his body was strong, after kicking the floor hard and feeling a dull pain, Albert determined that his body had no superpowers.

Maybe Morpheus's gift is a telekinesis-related superpower?

So Albert started staring at a Coke can on the ground.

It wasn't until ten seconds later that the Coke can moved slightly, but feeling the canonization coming from outside the court, Albert could only rub his sore eyes.

He had no choice but to give up experimenting with superpowers.

Fortunately, the brain is still running very fast, without any sense of obstruction, just like in the Marvel world.

He looked up again and glanced around.

This place is actually very big, as wide as half a football field, but the small purple lights under the feet are flashing constantly, and the bright searchlights shine in the center of the ring in the dark.

Coupled with the carnival of the audience, the whole space seemed crowded and chaotic.

Makes people excited.

Albert also noticed that there was a faint yellow light shining in an inconspicuous place high up. It reminded him of the empty boxes above the field at a football game.

Suddenly, a slap smelling of sweat and cigarette smoke came over,

"Snapped."

Albert subconsciously swiped left to get out of the way, raised his hand and patted the opponent's arm, and raised his fist.

After completing this set of actions, Albert finally reacted. The movement reflexes of this body have reached the point of perfection.

"What are you doing? You're not going to go on stage, so you're going to fight me?"

As soon as Albert looked up, he heard a powerful curse,

"Son of a bitch, wouldn't you still be alive if I hadn't bought you back?"

He glanced at the person who came, he was a middle-aged fat white man. He was on crutches, missing one leg, wearing a baggy cheap suit, and his face was full of flesh.

The spittle passed through the black and yellow teeth and sprayed directly into his face. Albert silently took a step back and stared at the fat man.

"You just said I wanted to go on stage?"

"Nonsense! If you, the son of a bitch, hadn't insisted yesterday..."

The fat man wanted to scold him again, but looked at Albert's eyes as if he was frightened. In a daze, he saw himself...

He shuddered and shook his head quickly. That was a scene I never wanted to face.

The fat man walked to the side on a crutch, stared at Albert's back as he walked towards the ring, and smashed it into pieces on the ground.

"Pooh!"

"The next person who will appear next is Varev the Butcher, one of the top ten bettors tonight, who maintains a nine-game winning streak and has killed eight players!"

The ring had been cleaned, and a host in a black tuxedo stood in the middle and shouted in an exaggerated tone,

"So can he make it ten in a row tonight?"

The audience burst into deafening cheers and shouts. Countless bloodshot eyes bulged outward,

The whole place has fallen into the most complete madness.

Albert was thinking carefully, lowering his head and walking to the ring silently. This atmosphere is obviously not normal, even for underground black boxers.

It seems that Varev is his new identity, and it fits this body.

But at this moment, Albert was thinking about something else. Even if the Endless Family can send themselves out of the Origin Wall or the DC Universe, can they really go back?

In other words, if Morpheus can perfectly create the world he wants in the realm of dreams, then what reason is there to go back?

Albert trembled slightly in his heart, not wanting to face this philosophical question that frightened him.

He walked quickly into the ring tunnel, surrounded by crazy spectators on both sides.

Albert was about to go up, but was stopped by a security guard wearing sunglasses and pointed to the other side.

"there."

Albert looked along and saw a passage that had been crowded by the audience. He could only vaguely see the red carpet leading to the ring from the underground.

"..."

At this time, a sound like a roaring mountain or a tsunami suddenly erupted from both sides. A tall figure knocked him away, walked into the passage, and high-fived the audience on both sides one by one.

"Butcher! Butcher! Butcher!"