Chapter 1287: The Interstellar Grand Stage (Part 11)

"Oh, this." Peter wasn't surprised at all. He said, "The current version of Spider-Man battle suits are all mass-produced by Asgard, and they are the same material as their god-race armor lining, so they will glow by themselves."

"Plus, if one of Nick's little lambs loses a piece of wool, he will roar for half an hour, denounce the product quality of Asgard, and demand an extended warranty of 30,000 years plus two thousand times compensation. And Loki is too impatient to argue with him, so he simply asked Kamar-Taj to enchant every Spider-Man's battle suit."

"You don't have to worry, these magics don't affect normal activities, and they are all passively triggered shields that can save your life when you are in danger."

Reilly stopped being pretentious. He picked up the battle suit with one hand and looked at Peter beside him from above his eyes, saying, "Seriously, I'm really a bit curious about the position of S. H. I. E. L. D. director's assistant."

"You'd better not be curious." Spider-Man Noir immediately spoke up and said, "Although this position has the highest salary among all Spider-Man positions, if you don't have enough macro understanding of economics, it's best not to apply. Several Spider-Men had their brains muddled for months after coming down from this position."

Reilly curled his lips and didn't answer directly, but Peter and Spider-Man Noir both saw that he definitely wouldn't give up. But now, they had learned to respect the fate of every Peter Parker. Anyway, there was always one Peter who would be unlucky, as long as it wasn't them.

Soon, Reilly put on the uniform, Peter also went to change into the uniform, and Spider-Man Noir was still the same old set, because his uniform was too characteristic, and almost no one would recognize it wrong.

Reilly's Spider-Man color was deeper, with more red, while Peter's Spider-Man was exactly the same as the uniform of the Spider-Man in this universe. Peter spread his hands and explained, "I share an identity with Peter, and the software is also the same account, so there is no need to have a difference."

"Can it still be like this?" Reilly said somewhat surprised.

"Yes." Peter nodded. As the three walked out, he said, "You can also pull the legitimate Spider-Man of your universe over, and you two share an identity. Anyway, you are his clone. Nick can't tell who is who with the naked eye. You can work at the same time, one doing experiments in the laboratory, and the other taking tasks to maintain security. In the same time, you can earn two salaries."

"Gwen doesn't know how many times she has complained." Spider-Man Noir pushed open the door and said, "The Jackal in her world only knows how to follow Silk. She said she dreams that one day another her suddenly appears in front of her and says to her, 'I can cover the night shift for you'."

"Too absurd." Reilly evaluated.

Although he said so, this absurd and ridiculous feeling indeed dispelled the sadness in his heart. Who would have thought that the ethical problem he valued as if the sky had collapsed was only related to whether they could use the same identity to work two jobs and earn two salaries in this world?

Thinking of this, Reilly found that he was really a bit tempted. Look at other Spider-Men, especially Gwen-Spider, who had to run around for her world, work day and night, and even had to shuttle between two universes, and couldn't bear to buy expensive magic.

If he pulled the Spider-Man of his universe over, and they shared an identity and accumulated credits for the same account, wouldn't they be twice as strong as others from the start?

Reilly suddenly felt a shiver. He didn't know what was wrong with him. He suspected that there was some kind of hallucinogen in the Inter-Sky, why did he also start talking about making money?

The three Spider-Men walked along the corridor. Peter thought while saying, "The New Warriors stopped you from taking action in the protest crowd, but the mastermind behind the scenes will definitely not give up. I am wondering who they will target next?"

"The key is, what do they want now?" Spider-Man Noir also speculated, "They calculated Reilly, the purpose is to make Peter Parker, who looks the same as him, have a ruined reputation, and the fundamental purpose is to make the public feel disgusted with Inter-Sky transport technology."

"Then they can also do some other things to achieve this goal." Peter's brows furrowed tighter and tighter. Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and looked at Spider-Man Noir, saying, "Queens Inter-Sky Transport Technology Expo!"

"If they can create a terrorist attack there, such as making some exhibits suddenly explode and hurt ordinary people, that can also weaken the public's confidence in technological development. They must be planning this!"

As soon as Peter finished speaking, the three Spider-Men started running at the same time, jumped out of the window one after another, and soon, three vigorous figures swung in the sunlight with spider silk, passing through the sky of New York, rushing to Queens at high speed.

At this time, in the ward of Arkham Nursing Home, Schiller was sitting beside the hospital bed. He reached out and touched the forehead of the youth lying on the bed and said, "Good news, your body temperature has returned to normal today. If there are no accidents, you will be fully recovered tomorrow."

The person lying on the hospital bed was also Peter Parker, with a similarly young face, but his eyes were a bit scattered and his expression was a bit listless. Schiller stood up, tucked the quilt for him, and said, "Don't be too sad, you have already tried your best."

"I came here too late." The youth's eyelashes kept trembling. He said, "I should have come here earlier, so maybe I could have found a solution."

Peter's eye sockets became redder and redder. He almost couldn't stop his tone with a crying voice: "Doctor Strange is dead, Black Panther is dead, and Nick Fury is dead. I should have died too..."

Schiller reached out to help Peter smooth the hair on his forehead, looked into his eyes, and said, "Peter, you couldn't be discharged before because your injuries hadn't healed. Mephisto's movements were too rough. You were already injured, and then you traveled through the universe. Even if your recovery ability is strong, you still have to rest for a period of time."

"But now, your injuries are almost healed. The only thing preventing you from being discharged is your mental state. I'm sorry, judging from your current psychological assessment results, I'm afraid you need long-term psychological therapy."

"No, doctor, no!" Peter grabbed Schiller's wrist and looked at him with tearful eyes, saying, "I can't delay any longer here. I need to go back and fight with my partners! I can't abandon Mr. Stark, and Steve, Natasha. They still have powerful enemies to deal with. I can't just survive!"

Schiller didn't care at all about the force Peter applied to his wrist due to his excited emotions. He just looked at Peter calmly with the medical record book and said, "It is precisely because you are so excited now that I cannot let you go. Emotional thinking occupies your brain, which will make you lose your most basic judgment. You know clearly that if you run back in such a hurry, one more of you won't make a difference."

Peter let go of his hand somewhat lost, crying while saying, "Yes, I didn't help at all. Even Loki—I mean, the evil god Loki of my world—he stood up, and I did nothing."

Peter's Adam's apple kept trembling. He said in a somewhat lost, low voice: "Tony must hate me, and Steve will too. They must be thinking, I have a way to escape, why didn't I use this power to save the world?"

"Why couldn't that powerful demon save everyone, but only took me away? They must hate me."

After saying this, Peter really couldn't suppress it. He turned sideways, leaned in Schiller's arms, hugged his shoulders, and cried bitterly. Schiller supported his back and said, "No, they won't hate you. They will definitely be very relieved that such a young child actually found a way to preserve himself."

"Perhaps, they will also worry that the demon who took you away might hurt you. Maybe, they are trying to find you."

Peter's body kept twitching and he was already sobbing. The hand gripping Schiller's shoulder gradually tightened, and he said with a trembling nasal voice: "Of course, they definitely want to find me, and I want to find them too."

Schiller supported Peter's back significantly and said, "When you get better, you can go back. Now what you need to do is wake up from sadness, regain your reason, think of countermeasures, and we will all help you."

A few minutes later, Peter had no strength left from crying. He curled up on the bed again, but because of this fatigue, he regained some reason. He reached out a hand to touch his eyes, looked at Schiller, and said, "I'm in the hospital, so when I came to this universe, what happened to the area assigned to me that needs security maintenance? Will anyone be hurt?"

Schiller, sitting by the bed, looked quietly at Peter's slightly childish face. How much kindness must Spider-Man have to think of the safety of ordinary people in the jurisdiction he is responsible for the first time he wakes up?

But Schiller didn't intend to comfort him, but said directly: "When you were not there, something did happen there, but others will solve it."

Peter looked at Schiller with tearful eyes and said, "What happened?"

His expression began to gradually become worried. A few seconds later, he turned over, supported himself on the hospital bed, wanted to sit up, and said somewhat anxiously: "No, I have to go see. I promised Nick, I cannot be absent from duty."

"You are still in the treatment period now. Leaving here is being absent from duty." Schiller gently pressed Peter back with his hand and looked at him, saying: "The situation is like this. According to S. H. I. E. L. D.'s investigation, someone wants to use your action of upholding justice to provoke the conflict between the police and the protest crowd, find a reporter to take a photo of your face when you beat others, to frame Peter Parker."

"They want to make Peter Parker, the contributor to Inter-Sky transport technology, fall into the whirlpool of public opinion, so that ordinary people can feel disgusted with new technology."

"Whenever new technology appears on the stage and makes a historic breakthrough, those whose vested interests have been damaged always use this method."

"If they can't smear advanced technology, they smear the people who invent and use technology. Anyway, the public only looks at the results, not the truth. As long as public opinion is stirred up for a while, it will be useless to clarify later."

Peter's expression became more and more anxious. He almost jumped up and said, "Then I have to go over quickly! What if they really succeed?"

"Don't worry." Schiller leaned back on the chair, tapped the bed rail with the pen in his hand, and said: "The young heroes have already resolved the first crisis. They can't drag Peter Parker into the water, so they can only settle for the next best thing and release danger signals at the Expo related to Inter-Sky transport technology."

"You mean, they will carry out a terrorist attack at the Expo. What should we do?" Peter asked very worriedly.

Schiller suddenly smiled, turned sideways, took out a phone from the bedside table, and handed it to Peter lying on the hospital bed.

Peter took it somewhat confusedly. As soon as he opened the phone, he found that the Spider App had received more than a dozen messages.

He looked at them one by one, and only found one useful one at the very top, and exclaimed instinctively: "Cordially invite Spider-Man to participate in the Queens Inter-Sky Transport Technology Expo check-in... 20 credits?!

So many??!

"

And when he looked closely, the comment section below this message was full of exclamations like him. Looking at the number of people who signed up above—

"Spider-Man: 169 people."

Schiller looked at Peter with smiling eyes and said:

"Even if Thanos comes, he will be hammered into meat stuffing."