Humanoids on the way to upgrade [Comprehensive British and American]

After dinner, Aunt May insisted on asking Peter to take Zooey home.

The law and order in New York at night is not very good, and single women often encounter robbers.Of course, these little bastards can't hurt Zoe, and she doesn't necessarily encounter these malicious people. She can apparate in a place where there is no one as soon as she goes out.

But Zooey did not refuse Aunt May's kindness.

Peter and Zoe walked on the streets of the community, and their shadows were stretched very long by the street lights.

"Norman Osborn is the Green Goblin, he's been trying to get me into trouble," Peter explained to Zoe what happened some time ago, "I don't know why he became like that, although he is not an absolute He is a good person, but he has never become that crazy and evil. If you have followed the news some time ago, you will know that Norman has been engaged in terrorist attacks, the purpose is to lure me to show up."

Zoe nodded, "I know, when I first came to New York, the headlines almost every day were the fight between Spider-Man and the Green Goblin."

"I didn't understand why Norman kept targeting me until I found the research data of my parents. They were studying a genetic agent that can make people get rid of defects, such as regrowing a broken arm and making certain genetic diseases Completely disappeared from the body," Peter said.

"The things my parents left behind also have this part, and they also mentioned the super spiders they bred." Zoe said, "The genetic medicine was made using these spiders as research templates."

Peter sighed, "That's all I want to say. This potion can relieve the Osborne family's genetic disease. After that, I went to Osborne for an internship, and I was accidentally bitten by those spiders, and then I got super Ability. I am probably the only successful experimental individual, and Norman is so eager to catch me because he wants to develop a more complete genetic medicine from my blood without side effects."

"...Then you're talking about Harry?"

"You probably know what happened later. I struck too hard. Norman was seriously injured and died," Peter said with a lonely look in his eyes. "Harry also has a genetic disease. He wants to find Spider-Man more than Norman... I think I went to see him as Spider-Man, but I couldn't give him my blood. It's not that I didn't want to reveal my identity, but that transfusing my blood might lead to some terrible consequences...such as mutation, madness, loss of sanity, becoming Scary monsters, like lizardmen."

"Lizardman?" What did Zooey think of, "I watched your live broadcast of your fight against Lizardmen on TV when I was in school in Fox Town, and I have to say, it's really cool that you climbed up the skyscraper .”

"Thank you for the compliment." Peter forced a smile, "Later, Harry found out who I was. He was always very smart. I always had this premonition that he would know who I was sooner or later...he knew I was Spider-Man , we broke up."

The two of them stopped and stood under the street lamp.

Peter leaned on the street lamp and said, "This is all my responsibility."

"It's not all your responsibility, it's not your fault, so don't take these things on yourself," Zoe said.

"No, it's my fault..." His face was hidden in the shadows, "I'm always used to avoiding everything, if I could have a good talk with him, things wouldn't be what they are today. Because I like Avoiding, I missed the best time to fix things, because I like to escape, I lost my best friend."

"This is not the Spider-Man I know." Zoe put her hand gently on Peter's shoulder. "The Spider-Man I know never flinches. He always faces everything bravely and is never afraid of fighting."

"But Spider-Man is also Peter Parker, and he used to be a selfish coward, and he didn't always solve everything perfectly." Peter said softly, "Sometimes I have a feeling that when I wear Spider-Man's I became stronger when I put on the hood. When I fly over New York, I hear the people on the ground cheering for me, and every time I think - oh, that's great, I'm going to have a new day today. But Lately I've lost that feeling and I'm getting more and more...bad?"

"I don't know how to describe that feeling," he murmured.

"You're too anxious," Zooey could feel the dark emotions spreading over Peter like a tide. "If you encounter trouble, solve it. If you are suffering from losing Harry's friendship, then try to get him back."

"You're right." Peter twitched the corners of his mouth, "I'm sorry to make you hear me complaining so much, Zoe. You are one of the very few people who know my other identity, and most of the others who know that I am Spider-Man You won't listen to me talk about these troubles."

"Thank you," he said finally. "Go back quickly, your aunt should worry."

"I told her that I had dinner at a friend's house." Zooey looked into Peter's eyes, "Don't put so much pressure on yourself, okay?"

Peter nodded, "Goodbye."

"Goodbye." Zoe Apparated.

Peter stood under the streetlight for a while, then slowly turned around and walked home.

A stray cat came gently by the side of the road, meowing around his trousers, begging for food.

"I don't have anything to eat with me, not even a biscuit." Peter knelt down and scratched the kitten's ears. "I'm afraid you will have to forage for food by yourself."

The cat obviously refused to leave like this, it circled around Peter's sneakers.

A few meters away, a drunk man with a wine bottle swayed here. Peter pretended not to see him, and continued to squat on the side of the road to tease the cat.

"Hey, boy," said the drunk, pointing at him with the bottle, "I didn't bring any biscuits, did I bring some money? Quickly get them out."

"I'm not in the mood to fight right now." Peter didn't even look up.

The drunk man was obviously enraged. He took out a pocket knife from his arms and rushed towards Peter. The stray cat screamed and ran away.

The black liquid spread to the back of Peter's neck without a sound. He easily dodged the stabbing blade and punched the drunk man in the face.

"I said, I don't want to fight." He took out a piece of toilet paper from his pocket and wiped off the blood on his joints.

The drunk man covered his bleeding mouth and stared at him in horror, got up from the ground and ran away.

Peter was about to leave too, but the stray cat came out quietly again.He glanced at the skinny cat, took out the change in his pocket, turned around and went to the convenience store to buy a sausage.

……

Zoe apparated to the alley next to her aunt's compound, but received a text message instead.

"There is no salt at home, you go to the supermarket to buy a bag. Wanda and Pietro love strawberries, you buy some and bring them back, don't buy too much, or they will be spoiled. Buy a can of chocolate sauce and a can of blueberry sauce, Use it on toast in the morning.”

Zooey felt like a coolie, so she had to Apparate to the nearby supermarket, which was about to close at this time, and Zooey hurriedly picked out the things only to find that the blueberry jam here was out of stock, so after paying the money, she Apparated again to a larger supermarket.

Zoe was on her way home with a bunch of shopping bags. She was just about to turn to a place where there were no pedestrians to apparate, but her telepathy caught the heartbeat of others.

"That man will kill me..."

Her steps stopped suddenly.

The Phoenix Force gave Zoe extraordinary abilities. Her telepathy is said to be able to capture the heart sounds of others, but in fact, she can also read the images in other people's minds together.

Zooey looked at the person who revealed his heartbeat. It was a middle-aged man with tattoos on his scalp. He was sitting on a bench at the entrance of the shopping mall with an anxious expression on his face. He would stand up and walk back and forth from time to time.

"That man will kill me..." The man thought repeatedly in his heart, "He will kill me... He will revenge me madly!"

Zoe stared at the tattooed man, a little unbelievable what she saw in his heart, she saw Harleen!

The tentacle of thinking reached out to the tattooed man's brain, and Zooey immediately saw what she wanted to see.

It was a luxuriously decorated bar, with loud music and flashing lights creating a crazy atmosphere.Harleen fell on the corner of the stairs, with a dagger stuck in her abdomen, three bullet holes in her thigh, and a pool of blood flowing from her body.

There were several men standing beside her, including a tattooed man.

The tattooed man stretched out his foot and kicked Harleen, "Dead?"

"This woman is really fierce," said a person next to her, "If she disagrees with her, she would start a fight. If the brothers hadn't brought guns, they would probably have been sent to the hospital."

"Shouldn't be dead yet. Let's go, leave her alone." The tattooed man glanced at the surveillance camera on the ceiling, picked up a flowerpot from the side and smashed it to pieces.

The next few days were the nightmare of the tattooed man. He was hunted down crazily. A man with dark green hair and clown makeup on his face killed his brothers one by one. They suffered so much before they died. Tortured, the man with dark green hair laughed wildly and sent a video of their painful struggle to the tattooed man.

The tattooed man was scared, and he wanted to escape frantically, but no matter where he fled, the clown seemed to have a way to find him, and sent those videos that could scare people crazy to where he lived.

The tattooed man fled for three days, and his spirit was on the verge of collapse.

He sat on the bench, put his head in his hands, and muttered nervously to himself.

A pair of white sneakers appeared in front of his eyes, and he raised his head in a daze, and saw a red-haired girl with a shopping bag looking at him expressionlessly, her eyes filled with some terrible emotion.

"You shot Harleen?" Zoe asked, "Should I also make you feel the same pain as Harleen?"

"Who is Harleen?" The tattooed man made a ferocious expression.

"The blond woman you wanted to kill in the bar," Zooey tilted her head. "Why do you call her 'Harry'? Is it a nickname? What's the relationship between that dark green haired man and her?"

The tattooed man had dilated pupils and shortness of breath. He asked tremblingly, "Who are you?"

"Haileen's sister." Zooey said softly, "You did that to her... How can I get back at you?"

The tattooed man trembled like he was insane. He wanted to attack the girl and leave, but some invisible force restrained his movements. The air was full of invisible oppression, and he sat stiffly. On the seat, I couldn't even lift a finger.

"To be honest, I don't know what to do," Zooey said in a low voice. "This is a very difficult choice. Should I take revenge on you privately? Or should I send you to the police station? Or, I Should I take revenge on you first and then send you to the police station?"

The tattooed man wanted to scream. He opened his mouth wide, but his vocal cords couldn't make any sound.

"Although I have said so many options, every one of them is not what I want, you almost killed my sister." Zoe said, "I really, really want to break every bone of you now, and then Throw you down a rat-filled sewer and let those cute little things gnaw every inch of your skin."

When she said these words, her tone was steady and her expression was calm, but the calmer she was, the more frightened the tattooed man felt.

"Haileen has always been the kind of person who won't stand being bullied by others. I'm sure that she would be more willing to let me send you to her, and then let her break your bones with her own hands, than if I break all your bones at a discount .” A smile slowly formed on the corner of Zooey’s lips, but there was no smile in her eyes.

The phone in her pocket rang.

Aunt: "Why don't you go home? Didn't you just say that you have reached the gate of the community?"

Zoe looked at the text message, was silent for a while, and said: "My principle is that when the law can maintain fairness and justice, I will not replace the law to punish those who commit crimes."

The tattooed man was finally able to make a sound.

"Let me go." He begged.

Zoe stared into his eyes, "Forget what I told you just now, go to the police station and turn yourself in, tell all the crimes you have committed, and pay for your sins. That clown is taking revenge on you, right? You will be outside sooner or later Killed by him, maybe the prison is a safe place?"

A smoky red flashed in her pupils, and the tattooed man's expression became dull.

He stood up and walked step by step to the nearest police station in the block.

Watching the figure of the tattooed man disappear at the end of the street, Zooey lowered her head and replied to her aunt's text message, saying that she would be back in a few minutes.

For a moment just now, Zooey sincerely wanted to do something terrible to that man.When she read the picture of the tattooed man shooting Harleen in his mind, the anger and pain in her heart were no less than hearing the news of her aunt's death on the phone before the timeline was reversed.

But aunt's text message brought back Zooey's losing sanity in time.

……

"I want to eat strawberries!" Pietro swooped over.

"Remember to brush your teeth after eating." Wanda worried about her brother.

Aunt was very dissatisfied with Zooey, "Which friend's house did you go to play again? You always come home so late."

"Well... a kind and lovely boy, with disheveled hair and thin body, but he is very handsome and has a good personality." Zooey said absent-mindedly.

The aunt's expression changed, "Boyfriend? Bring it back for me to meet?"

"Where are you going, he will soon become my classmate in college." Zooey shrugged her shoulders.

"Did you deliberately fool me?" My aunt was a little angry.

Wanda ran over with the washed strawberries and held them up in front of Zooey, "Sweet, not sour at all."

"Thank you." Zooey was not in the mood. She ate a strawberry casually. She didn't taste the sweetness and sourness of the strawberries.

"I want to eat too." Pietro stretched out his hand eagerly.

Wanda handed the bowl of strawberries to her younger brother. She watched Zoe's expression uneasily. There was no special emotion on Zoe's face, but Wanda could feel the energy in her body violently agitated.

Wanda's telepathy can read anyone's mind, but she can't read Zoe's mind, at most she can only perceive some strong emotions conveyed by her.

"I'm fine, I'm just a little tired." Zooey stroked Wanda's hair, and she said, "I'm going back to my room to rest first."

Wanda watched Zoe go upstairs worriedly, and then heard the door of the bedroom on the second floor close gently.

Aunt and Pietro knew nothing about Zoe's emotional changes, only Wanda noticed something was wrong.

After returning to the room, Zooey immediately took out her mobile phone and called Harleen, but she got a series of busy signals. She called again in disbelief, but it was still a busy signal.

The two sisters have rarely contacted each other in recent years. Zoe has never been to her cousin's residence in Gotham, and she doesn't even know where Harleen lives.Zooey suddenly realized that she knew too little about Harleen, since the two of them were so close when they were young.

Zoe turned on the laptop on the desk, and entered keywords in the search bar: Gotham, Joker.

The search results came out immediately, and she saw a photo of the clown. His hair was dark green, and there were horrible scars on both sides of his mouth. He looked gloomy and nervous. The clown was smiling when he took this photo, The smile on the corner of his mouth was full of twists, which filled him with a crazy feeling.

Zoe found the Joker's registration at the Arkham Asylum in Gotham City. He is a mental patient with a serious tendency to attack and is receiving the strictest care in Arkham.

She scrolled down the page, and there she was, the clown's insane crime.

Throwing bombs in public, killing people frequently, smuggling drugs, illegally possessing guns... every time a clown commits a crime, he will leave a JOKER poker card at the scene. He is the worst enemy of the police.

Zoe also found a report about the fight between Batman and the Joker. On the report were a few blurry photos of a man in a black bat suit confronting the Joker.Batman put the Joker in Arkham Asylum...but he escaped some time ago.

……prison Break?

Zoe's finger on the mouse flicked like an electric shock. Harleen worked in the Arkham Asylum, where she was a psychotherapist.

Zoe searched for relevant information anxiously, and as expected, she saw a news report she was looking for. This news report was buried in other entries about clowns, and it took her a lot of effort to find it.

The reporter who wrote the report was an unknown little reporter. He rationally guessed that the clown could escape from the tightly guarded Arkham Mental Hospital. The teacher also disappeared.He doubted that the two had any connection so far.

Neither Arkham Hospital officials nor the Gotham City Police Department responded to the report.

Perhaps they were trying to withhold information so as not to cause panic and confusion.

No matter what others think, the content mentioned in this report coincides with some of Zoe's conjectures, and the premonition in her heart is getting stronger and stronger.

Zooey scratched her hair irritably, and the phone couldn't get through. She tried to send a message to Harleen's mailbox, and then racked her brains to wonder if there was any other way for her to contact her.

After struggling a bit, Zoe found the phone number of Arkham Mental Hospital from the webpage. She hesitated, but dialed the number anyway. Even though it was late at night, no one might receive the call.

When the call rang to the fifth ring, the phone was actually connected, and it was a man who answered the phone.

"This is Arkham Asylum," the man said.

Zoe paused and asked, "Hi, may I ask if there is a psychotherapist named Harleen Quizell working there?"

"...we don't have this person here," the man said.

Zooey's heart sank, and she heard something bad from his words.

"Thank you, I see." She hung up his phone.

Zooey slumped on the chair for a while, took out her phone, clicked on Harleen's Twitter account, and browsed through all the dynamics she had sent in the past few months one by one, but the more she read, the colder her heart became. .

Immediately afterwards, Zooey saw the latest news posted by Harleen three days ago.

"I am willing to go to hell with you forever."

The accompanying picture is a funny clown's face.

……

"Where do you want to go? Little mouse." A sweet and greasy voice appeared from behind.

The tattooed man turned around and looked at the dark alley behind him. The location was remote and there were no street lights.He opened his eyes, trying to see who the speaker was.

The woman with the double ponytails limped forward with a cane, and the cane made a crisp sound when it hit the ground.

The tattooed man's expression changed, his eyes were wide open, his legs were swinging, but he couldn't move.

For some reason, a vague auditory hallucination appeared in his ears, "Pay for your sins..."

This is an order from Zoe to his brain. Although the tattooed man has lost the memory of seeing Zoe, his brain still faithfully obeys the program formulated by Zoe.

"Payment for sins" is actually a broad definition. How to pay back and in what way?If committing suicide in the presence of the victim present is to be considered payment for a sin, then he should do so.

"Strange, are you stupid?" Harley reached out and patted the tattooed man's cheek, "You don't run away when you see me? Or is it because I have such a charm that you don't want to run away?"

"It's boring," she pouted. "I'm looking forward to seeing you screaming and shitting on the ground."

Still wearing her favorite red hot pants, Halle has a bandage on her right leg and abdomen and can only move around on crutches.

"Little Pudding!" She put her hand to her mouth and called out sweetly.

A man with dark green hair appeared from the darkness, walked up to Harry and put his arms around her waist.

"We finally met," the clown said to the tattooed man. "Are you okay with those exciting movies I sent you?" He cracked up and laughed, "Which episode do you like best?"

The tattooed man trembled and said, "Let me go... let me go!"

"You're so funny," Harry giggled, "We didn't stop you from running away, did we?"

"Please let me go, I can't move..." the tattooed man said desperately.

"We didn't break your leg, why can't you move?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"You haven't told me which episode you like the most?" The clown reached out and pressed his hand on the tattooed man's skull, using irresistible force to turn his face to the other side, forcing him to meet his gaze.

"Tell me, which plot do you like best?" The clown asked with a smile, but the tattooed man still didn't answer, and the clown's smile disappeared abruptly.

"You won't tell?" He said softly, "It's okay, I can tell you my favorite plot first."

The clown put his face close to the tattooed man, and with a shrill smile in his voice, he said, "My... my favorite part of the operation, I played the role of the doctor, I think you should have noticed that I was wearing white at the time. The lab coat... I sterilized the scalpel over the fire, and slowly, inch by inch, penetrated..."

"Please, stop talking!" the tattooed man yelled brokenly. After suffering for so long, he finally lost control of his mind. "Stop talking! Stop talking! Stop talking!"

"Why doesn't he run?" Harry asked in wonder, "He is so scared, but his legs are still motionless as if rooted."

"It's okay honey, if he doesn't run away, we can play more tricks," the clown said with a low smile, and he picked up Halle's hair and whispered in her ear affectionately, "You can play any tricks you want ...as long as you like it."

The author has something to say: When watching Suicide Squad, I can't forget the twisted and sick love between Harley and the Joker...

From the perspective of a bystander, their love is very touching, but Zoe is an insider, and she only wants to kill the clown so that her cousin can return to her former lively and kind-hearted appearance.

The scariest thing about the clown is that he doesn't commit crimes for power and money.

He sins for sin's sake.

……

Two in one is completed, today's daily million.

The author is already a useless author, the salted fish lies

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