Marvel's Spider-Man: Across the Universe

Chapter 40 This is a belief

In the utility room, the middle-aged Peter Spider looked at the little black spider that was knocked to the ground in one fell swoop. He had to admit that although in terms of time, the little black spider took longer to acquire abilities (7 days), Peter's The combat talent is much higher than that of Little Black Spider.

Especially after going through a morning of actual combat assessment, the performance of the two is very different.

This gap made the middle-aged Peter Spider dim his thoughts.

In fact, he originally wanted to suggest that he believed in the little black spider, so that Peeta could also go home.

But now it seems that the little black spider is obviously unable to bear the heavy responsibility.

So I had to give up.

He bent down and helped the little black spider uncover the spider silk on its body.

The little black spider was a little angry, and was about to rush out of the window to catch up, but was held down by the middle-aged Peter spider.

"That's enough, Miles, you're not ready yet, give up."

The little black spider said angrily: "What are you not prepared for? I'm completely prepared! I can do it!"

The middle-aged Peter Spider grabbed his clothes, pulled him in front of him, and said in a low voice: "If you are really ready, use your electricity to stun me. Or you can hide and walk past me, Just hide it!"

After all, he was also the first person he met in this world.

If possible, he still wanted to give him another chance.

The little black spider was stunned for a moment, clenched his fists, and started working hard.

But it was obvious that it was just a morning of exercise, coupled with the fact that he was now suffering from mental trauma due to his uncle's injury, it even made him doubt himself.

All of this caused him to lose the freedom to control his abilities.

No matter how hard he tried, nothing happened.

The current is also good.

Be invisible.

nothing.

"Myers, please spend time with your uncle. I believe you also hope that you can get the news that he has successfully passed the life-and-death crisis as soon as possible?" The middle-aged Peter Spider let go of his clothes and said.

The little black spider's originally excited heart was calmed down by the middle-aged Peter spider's words.

The scene when Uncle Aaron was getting along with him once again resurfaced in his mind, and the scene where Uncle Aaron lay dying in his arms after being shot not long ago emerged.

The light in his eyes gradually disappeared.

The middle-aged Peter Spider became more and more disappointed, and his last thought was completely stifled by him.

He gently patted the little black spider on the shoulder: "Goodbye, Miles."

"Goodbye." The little black spider raised his hand, only to find that the middle-aged Peter Spider had disappeared from the window.

He ran to the window and asked aloud, "How will I know if I'm ready?"

The figure wearing a red and blue spider suit paused on the wall and replied: "You will never know, this is a belief!"

Then, he moved again.

The little black spider froze in place, looking at the street in the distance. He could vaguely see a figure wearing a red and blue spider suit, swaying with spider silk and gradually walking away, and finally disappeared around the corner.

Finally, he whispered: "Goodbye, everyone"

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New York nights are multifaceted.

For a civilian area, it's a haven for carnival and crime.

For the rich area, this is the summary and ending of a good day.

Today, in the towering Fisk Building, a well-known hero is also making the final summary and ending of his life.

"Our Beloved Spider-Man" Memorial Service!

The host is Mr. Wilson Fisk, a great philanthropist and entrepreneur in this city!

The Fisk Building is a skyscraper with more than 30 floors and a height of nearly 200 meters. Even in the city of New York where there are many high-rise buildings, it is one of the rare ones.

But no one knows how much black money was used to build this building.

Of course, few people care about this.

People who know this won’t talk about it, and people who don’t know this may never know it in their lifetime.

You can see this just by looking at the celebrities and ladies getting off the vehicles.

They were dressed in gold and silver, elegantly dressed, and had friendly smiles on their faces.

Obviously, for them, this so-called memorial service and charity dinner are just activities that they use to meet their social needs through the name of Spider-Man.

It is no different from previous activities.

Several figures suddenly appeared among the crowd.

A man with a big belly, a man with a strong figure, a woman with a graceful figure, and a little girl sitting on a round mecha.

The four of them were either wearing spider suits or had similar logos.

These four people were incompatible with the crowd entering the building now.

"Are these waiters too? I heard that tonight's waiters are all dressed as Spider-Man." A well-dressed man said.

"Obviously, but these clothes are so ugly, please don't come to my place then!" The man's companion, a woman in an evening dress, looked at Bede and others with disgust and said.

Another man, also wearing a crisp suit, must have just heard the conversation between the two people, and asked curiously: "Isn't there a memorial service for Mr. Spider-Man Parker tonight? Why did the waiter dress up as Spider-Man? "

"Giggle~" the woman laughed and replied, "Isn't Spider-Man our 'good neighbor'? Isn't it normal to serve us?"

"These bastards." Bede clenched his fists. Although he hadn't seen the ultimate spider with his own eyes, he had learned a little about fighting the villains for this city for more than ten years in the past two days.

It can be said that he has saved this city and even the world from danger several times.

He was a true hero, yet he was treated like this after his death.

At this moment, a gentle hand took Bede's arm.

Gwen Spider said softly: "Don't pay attention to them, we have what we have to do."

The middle-aged Peter Spider on the side also said: "We can't make everyone like us, and that's okay, Bede."

"You're not angry at all?" Bede asked.

Gwen Spider shook his head: "In my world, there are much worse things than this. If you get angry about this kind of thing every day, how can you get angry?"

"That's right, if you're really overwhelmed, you can also think about those people and things that make you happy," the middle-aged Peter spider patiently enlightened.

For him, Peeta and the little black spider are both juniors.

They will all go their separate ways in the future.

And as a senior, he naturally tried his best to let them go as smoothly as possible, and not to go through the things he went through.

"Well, I see." Peeta nodded.

"Hey, Bideonisan, eat a candy, it's sweet, and drive away all unhappiness!" Penny threw a candy from the side.

After Peeta opened his mouth to eat, he really felt much better in his heart.

"Thank you, let's have a big fight! Let Kingpin know the consequences of disrespecting the dead!"