Chapter 2152: Battle of Two Cities! (XIX)

"Hey, hey, is anyone here? Is anyone there? Is anyone here?"

Peter heard the nagging prayers again, but he really had no time to care about it now, because Bruce was injured again, and Peter was busy thinking about how a fierce battle could cause the wound to appear only on the inner thigh.

This area is slightly sensitive, and Peter must be extra careful when bandaging Bruce, otherwise Bruce may permanently lose a bullet.

After several attempts, Peter finally admitted that there was still a certain gap between himself and professional surgeons. He sighed and said, "No, man, I'm afraid you have to go to the hospital. I'm really not sure, and it's not that I can't make do with it." ,but……"

Peter's expression changed several times, and Bruce understood what he meant. He also sighed deeply in his heart. There was definitely something wrong with the damn perfume that the female agent named Natasha was wearing, and the old saying was true. Yes, the more beautiful a woman is, the more deadly she is.

Of course, he and Natasha didn't really do anything in the sky, but in that kind of intense exercise, even if you just reach out to take advantage, it is very likely that a bump will cause bad consequences. The injury on his leg is like this now. .

Natasha didn't take the initiative to attack him. Just when she was touching his thigh, a bunch of candied haws hit the building, and Natasha's sharp nails pierced into the flesh next to Bruce's magazine.

The wound wasn't very deep, and it wasn't actually very painful. However, the difficult part was that the location was not very good, and during debridement and disinfection, the pain was so painful that Bruce wanted to die.

The two stared at each other for a while, and then Peter finally said, "Okay, I know it's a bit embarrassing. If you really don't want to go to the hospital, you can find a doctor."

Bruce wanted to say that he could go home and find his butler, but he quickly swallowed the words because he really couldn't explain to Alfred why he was injured in the first battle after his debut. here.

Natasha apologized and said she could go to the SHIELD infirmary with him, but judging from the crazy winking expression on Hawkeye's back behind Natasha, Bruce felt it was best not to go.

But just leaving it like this won't work. There is constant friction in that area, which can easily lead to infection. The key is that it hurts too much to walk and I can't move normally.

"Are there no other Batmans who have had something like this happen to them?" Bruce slumped on the bed and muttered to himself, "Have they never injured his inner thigh? When he was injured here, he wouldn't walk like a dog. Crab?"

Peter seemed to think of that scene and laughed heartlessly. Bruce grabbed the pillow from the bed and threw it on him, but Peter's smile relieved his embarrassment.

Because when your best friend laughs, you know that it's not a big deal, and even if it is, he will come over and help you after he stops laughing.

"Sorry, but I'm going to answer the phone first." Peter couldn't stand the muttering in his ears anymore. He put down the disinfection tools on his hands and walked out to withdraw his consciousness into the gray fog world. As expected, he saw Constantine again. .

"Hey, remember me? Our deal isn't over yet, and I have a question that I urgently need your answer to."

"You ask." Peter said angrily.

Spider-Man doesn't like Constantine. There's nothing to discuss about this. In fact, Spider-Man hates bad people more than bad people.

I have to admit that some people are bad for their own reasons. Although it violates the law and moral principles, at least from the bad person's perspective, he has benefited.

But bad people always do things that harm others and are not beneficial to themselves. They know clearly that letting themselves rot will not do any good to themselves or others, but they still do it.

There are always people who find excuses and say that it is their fault that they are rotten, but Spider-Man has seen too many examples. In the end, all rotten people have others helping them clean up the mess. They, the people around them, this society and people like Peter None of the good people benefited. Instead, they all suffered for him and helped him pay the price.

So Peter was really impatient to deal with Constantine and just wanted to fool him quickly, but he didn't expect that the first thing Constantine said was "Do you have Dr. Soship's phone number?"

Peter was stunned for a moment. In fact, it was not difficult to see that Constantine and Dr. Soship were in a hostile relationship before. Even if Peter was not a master of micro-expression analysis, so many years of experience in fighting against all kinds of bad people told him that he should be. Constantine is being hunted by Sochip.

What Peter feels now is that the world is too crazy, and mice are all bridesmaids to cats. Why doesn't Constantine suddenly stop hiding?

Constantine rubbed his hands and said, "I think there may be some misunderstandings between us, and communication is the best medicine to resolve misunderstandings, isn't it?"

Peter might believe a word of what other people said, but Peter wouldn't believe a word of it from a man who smoked during prayers and included 200 pounds of curse words in his eulogy.

He cleared his throat and said, "In that case, I can help you ask the doctor if he is willing to communicate with you."

Unexpectedly, Constantine agreed immediately, which made Peter really confused about his purpose. However, Peter didn't understand much about the occult circle, so he went to Sochip to ask as he said. His will.

After meeting the mysterious doctor named Sosip, Peter found that the place he was in was like a prayer room in a monastery. It was a dark little room full of wrinkles, and the man with a pair of obscure brown eyes was lighting the candles on the prayer table one by one.

"Hello." Peter said common sense. "I have a premonition of your coming, Lord, I know that the panicked lamb will not run too far in the end, he will confess to you, I will teach him to do so."

Peter didn't understand what the other party was saying, he just expressed his meaning directly, and the other party seemed to have known something for a long time, nodded and said: "I will talk to him, please give him this."

Peter saw that the other party painted a special pattern on a slate in front of him with paint. Peter guessed that this should be the so-called telephone number in the mystical world. Although he didn't understand how this small pattern worked, Peter firmly adhered to the principle of saying less and making fewer mistakes, and sent this scene to Constantine intact.

Constantine seemed surprised after seeing the pattern, and after his expression changed inexplicably for a long time, he still hung up the phone.

Peter wanted to know what Constantine would say after he called, so he projected his consciousness to Dr. Sosip.

In the dimly lit prayer room, only the candlestick hanging high on the wall was lit. The weak light cast a thick and slender shadow under the eyelids, and the thick shadow made the lines of his facial features clearer.

It has both the softness of the East and the depth of the West, Peter thought, and there is also an inexplicable haziness and mystery like the old and mottled parchment scroll.

"He must be wondering, how can I have his phone number when he was young?" Peter heard a vague smile in his tone, as if he could express the most straightforward intimacy from that gloomy and alienated temperament.

The doctor was talking to the stone tablet with the pattern carved on it, but Peter didn't know why he did it.

"He must have gotten into some big trouble."

A voice came from the stone tablet, which made Peter feel familiar, but it seemed to come from a very distant and empty place, and was blown away by the wind, so it was not clear.

"No one knows you better than you do," the doctor said again.

"And I never thought that I didn't know you well enough." The mysterious voice said, "I didn't know you existed, nor did I know you had such a past."

"This is obvious, Mr. Hell Detective." The doctor replied, "I didn't hide it deliberately, it should be left to nature."

"Yes, it's another me, do you like this new challenge? One after another, never satisfied, never ending, and those who make you feel stable and satisfied will be abandoned by you."

There are some dangerous factors hidden in the tone, Peter heard it, this is usually not a good sign, meaning that at least one person has some extreme thoughts flashing through his mind.

"John." The doctor called his name, his voice as steady as ever. He said, "The life you enjoy is what you deserve. There will be no more blood, terror, chaos, and confusion. It will be quiet and happy. Isn't this the dream you have always wanted to pursue?"

"This is just the dream you think I should pursue, doctor. Is it painful for you to be born different?"

The voice began to become low, and Peter finally heard it. It was almost the same as the voice of Constantine he had contacted before, but because it was less hoarse, he had never heard it before.

The doctor called him John, Peter thought, this should not be a coincidence, because Constantine was also called John, but this John sounded younger and stronger, or, crazier.

Peter could only use vicissitudes and fatigue to describe the older Constantine, but this one was different. The voice coming from the stone slab had a kind of evil aggression, as sharp as the thorns on the ironwood thorns.

Maybe he should have been like this, Peter thought, maybe this was a universe where Constantine didn't fall into depravity, but that didn't mean he would become a good person.

Perhaps on the contrary, Peter knew very well that suffering could make people depressed and also dampen their spirits, making people calm down like being poured with a basin of cold water. If too much cold water was poured, some crazy and unrealistic fantasies would naturally be driven out of their minds.

Some people were not crushed by suffering, but it didn't mean that they would definitely take the right path. Peter knew that sometimes we had to thank the cruel reality for preventing the crueler ideas in some people's heads from becoming reality.

"I showed up to investigate this difference." The doctor replied, "But I didn't find anything at that time, which made us ordinary residents."

"Until you plan to find a new love?" The dangerous signal in the voice on the stone slab became stronger and stronger. He said, "From the beginning, you knew what your salvation meant to me, but you still did it, and now you refuse to see me."

"It's not that simple." The voice from the stone slab suppressed more things. He said, "I will find you soon, I will pay you back, and you will return my things to me."