Chapter 2138: Battle of Two Cities! (V)

"The electric man is called Max, and his colleagues call him that. He was originally a lineman at the power company. Later, due to a leakage accident, his body was filled with electricity."

"I have fought with him several times, but I have never had the upper hand. Once I was almost electrocuted to death, but later I also discovered some of his weaknesses."

"The current in his body will also short-circuit, especially after encountering the same strong electricity, and his electric energy is not infinite. After the power is used up, it must be replenished."

"But he can't use static electric energy to replenish his energy. He must stay in a place with a large amount of current. Moreover, the way he absorbs electric energy is very violent, which always causes circuit accidents. We can find him by following this clue."

"In addition, he is very skilled. It takes some effort to defeat him. You need some equipment."

Peter led Bruce upstairs and declined the cookies provided by Alfred. He took out the equipment he had prepared before.

He had gone back to his base before and packed some useful things, which he brought with him in his bag. However, because he knew that Bruce and he had different body shapes, he did not bring the Spider suit, but brought several versions of spider silk launchers, positioning devices, and restraints for subduing criminals.

The most important one was the spider silk launcher, and Peter took Bruce to explain it to him.

"This is a strap fixed on your wrist. There is a metal electromagnetic sheet inside. You need to make it stick to your muscles so that you can determine the angle and direction of the spider silk launch by detecting the muscle state."

"Then buckle it here and tie the strap to this side. You can go a little lower so that it won't affect the movement of your wrist. Also, at the moment when the spider silk sticks, you must relax your muscles when you pull it up, otherwise you will be injured."

"This is a heart rate monitor, because sometimes the spider sense will make you misjudge your physical condition. You can use this to make an accurate judgment. This shows the stock of spider silk..."

While explaining, Peter tied the spider silk launcher to Bruce. As a result, Bruce walked directly to the window and jumped out and said, "Okay, I know, wait for my good news."

After that, he jumped directly.

Peter was stunned. He lay on the window and shouted to the bottom, "You didn't bring the spider silk raw materials! Come back!!!"

Peter slapped his forehead, quickly took out a few small bottles from his bag, put them in his sweater pocket and rushed out.

Alfred opened the garage for him, and Peter caught up with Bruce in his car before he had time to thank the old butler.

You know what, from the perspective of an ordinary person with his feet on the ground, Spider-Man's ability to move is really amazing. Peter tried his best to move around in the traffic in the city, but he just barely kept up with Bruce's running speed.

Seeing that Bruce was about to fall, Peter was about to step on the accelerator to catch up with him, and then he heard a few swooshes, and a familiar missile flew from behind his head, and with a bang, it collapsed the electric pole in front.

Peter turned his head and saw Bai Can in a silver-white mecha. He knew that the real owner had come. He was about to abandon the car and run away, but he found that Bai Can was chasing Bruce.

Sure enough, Stark should have installed the positioning device on Bruce. After all, he was in the fog before, and it was unlikely that he was monitored.

With this thought, Peter retreated into the car and pretended to be an innocent victim. When the white can flew past, he opened the door as fast as he could and ran down. He climbed over the electric pole and stopped the nearest car to chase Bruce.

For Spider-Man, there are no bad people in this world. He got into the car without thinking. When he found that the driver in front of him was wearing a police uniform, it was too late.

"Don't be afraid, boy, you should be a New Yorker, right?" The man in a suit sitting in the co-pilot seat turned back and smiled kindly at Peter and said, "Just arrived recently? Me too, where are you from?"

Peter seemed very uncomfortable with this frozen smile on his face. He didn't see any sincerity in it. Even without the spider sense, he knew that the situation was not good.

Peter was not very good at dealing with roundabout questions. He sighed in his heart and silently thought about countermeasures. At the moment he focused his attention, he found that he saw a thin mist.

When he came to his senses again, he was already standing in the thick fog, and in front of him was still the high black sun.

Peter sighed again.

He had discovered before that as long as he focused a little, he would find himself back here, but time here was immobile, so he could do whatever he wanted.

Peter had discovered before that he was standing on an empty island, and the huge city below was hidden in the fog, but he couldn't see the city's appearance anyway.

And the black sun just floated there quietly, neither asking nor answering. Peter never communicated with him again except for some explanations about the current situation of the universe from him.

He even doubted whether this thing was alive, even the gray fog around it was more lively than him.

But this time there was a change, Peter seemed to always hear something like a phone ringing in his ears.

It wouldn't be right to say that it was pure music. It sounded like someone was chanting, but Peter couldn't tell what he was chanting no matter how hard he listened.

The harder it was to hear, the more he wanted to hear it, but the more he concentrated, the farther away the sound seemed. Slowly, Peter found that his consciousness was floating, and he saw a black shadow in front of him in his hazy vision. Swinging around.

The chanting became louder and louder, which made Peter feel a little annoyed, so he instinctively said: "Stop chanting!"

"...responded...answered me..."

"Answer what???"

"Message from the Lord..." Peter was even more confused. He asked several times what the other person was talking about, but the other person just said, "Message from the Lord."

Peter thought, why don't you go to church, but he found that his thoughts could not be conveyed in detail. He originally didn't want to pay attention to it, but the chanting sound kept echoing in his ears.

Peter was already thinking about countermeasures, but he was so distracted that he could only reply perfunctorily: "Don't ask, the Lord is very good."

After he replied this sentence, the scene in front of him suddenly became clear, as if some kind of passage had been built.

He saw a man wearing a double-breasted black trench coat standing in the center of the circle, looking up. The moment his eyes met Peter's, Peter shuddered.

"Niog Thorship."

This was the other party's name. Peter understood the meaning. He soon understood that the person the other party was talking about was not actually him, but the black sun he saw in the dense fog space.

So Black Sun is indeed a god and he has followers?

Wait, that mumbling you just heard was actually a prayer? But he was not his master, so how could the phone call come to him?

Peter suddenly remembered his previous speculation. The way he died was very unusual, which coincided with the death of Jesus in the Bible. Could he be the son of this mysterious black sun?

Logically speaking, even if his own death and the other party's rescue of him were arranged by the other party, he did give new life to all the universes that were about to be destroyed. For this reason, Peter was willing to help.

But why do you feel that you have lost money?

Feelings are feelings. Peter remembered that he had told the black sun before that he was willing to help, and he had to do what he promised to others. It would be too tasteless to suddenly go back on him.

Although he didn't know what the position of the Son of God was, Peter still answered conscientiously: "Hello, I'm Peter, what can I do for you?"

The other party was stunned instead, and Peter heard him whisper: "Peter? Saint Peter?"

The phone was suddenly hung up.

Peter was confused. Did he say the wrong thing? But yes, the name Peter was a bit too popular and didn't sound like an important person. Peter decided not to say his real name the next time he answered the phone.

But as soon as he returned to the black sun, he heard the voice of mumbling again, but this time the mumbling was not very civilized. Peter heard a series of things similar to swear words, and also smelled the smell of smoke.

He directly rolled up his sleeves and answered the phone to see which uncivilized believer dared to smoke while praying. Don't worry about what Black Sun thinks. Smoking is harmful to your health. Please pray to me not to smoke!

As soon as Peter answered the phone, the other party was stunned again.

"Who are you?" came a hoarse voice, followed by a somewhat incredible soliloquy: "Didn't I call the First Fallen? Did I call the wrong one?"

Then Peter heard a crackling sound on the other side, as if something had tipped over, and a series of curse words poured out of the other side's mouth.

"Hey, don't say bad words, you guy, be respectful!" Peter couldn't help it anymore and shouted at the other end: "Put down the cigarette in your hand, this thing is burning your lungs!"

"Thank you I still have fucking lungs...Who the hell are you? Even if I accidentally spilled my wine on the rune next to me, I shouldn't have made the wrong call."

"Are you still drinking?!!"

"It seems that you are no longer a devil, but an angel. Listen, kid, you should have just climbed out of that pool and that guy named Uriel or something told you to maintain a good work and rest schedule and behavioral habits..."

"But I'm a fucking human! Humans have nothing to do with the above rules. Innocent newborn angel, call your adults!"

"Hiss..." Peter took a breath. He had been a civilized pacesetter for more than 20 years, and he still met his opponent today? !

What kind of rotten person can smoke, drink, and swear while praying, and still be so confident? !

As soon as this idea occurred, Peter found himself in front of the other party.

He was shocked. He was still sitting in the car of two police officers. If he disappeared out of thin air, he might be wanted.

Then he looked down and found that he was not Peter, or not entirely. He was surrounded by thick fog, and he turned into a mysterious shadow standing at the end of the thick fog.

The person opposite was also stunned.

"Why are you here? Are you serious?"

He was surprised! ! Peter roared in his heart. This man had added a hundred and twenty pounds of curse words to his prayers, and he was still wondering why God would come to him? !

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." The other party tutted, stood up from the ground unsteadily, and walked towards Peter.

Peter was a little scared and wanted to step back, but he found that the other party had actually been standing still and hadn't noticed.

After walking a few steps, the other party finally realized that he was doing useless work, so he picked up the bottle in his hand and took a few sips of wine, lit a cigarette, blew a puff of smoke at Peter and said.

"I can see that you have a good figure, boy, are you shy? Don't worry, come here..."

Peter's fist hardened.