Chapter 1854

After Schiller and Stark returned to the Star-Eater Engine, T'Challa smiled, patted Stark on the shoulder, and said: "Honestly, I was always thinking before about how our universe ended up where it is today."

"I have always believed that the essence of humans being unable to understand each other makes it difficult for us to work together. To think in one direction and exert strength in one direction is almost impossible, but our universe has almost done it."

"Now it seems it's not that we want to be united, but that we have to be united." T'Challa stretched out his hand to press on Stark's shoulder, looking at him from above his eyes and saying: "Some people are like moths to a flame; even if it happens ten thousand more times, they will still be fooled."

Stark hugged his arms and snorted coldly, clearly still not over his anger. After Schiller was stunned for a moment, he revealed a smile that the people present were relatively familiar with.

He covered his mouth with his fist and coughed twice, then turned to look at Nick, who was typing rapidly on his phone.

Eddie stretched his neck to take a look and then discovered that Nick was chatting in a group chat. The speed of the group chat was very fast, but there was no need to look at the text content at all. Just looking at that pile of red and blue avatars, one knew it must be Spider-Man's internal group.

Eddie looked at the long text sliding rapidly across the screen and felt his head start to ache again. At this moment, a rather independent black and white spiderweb avatar sent a short message:

"We have arrived at the target universe. Where is that unlucky guy?"

Silk put down her phone, looked up at the ruined New York City, and sighed deeply.

She turned to look at Peter from the central universe, who was still lowering his head to fiddle with his pile of reagents, and could only helplessly walk up to pat Peter on the shoulder, saying: "Alright, nerd, I think you've been in the lab a bit too long lately. We've arrived at our destination. Hurry up and find Spider-Man of this universe. There's work to be done."

Peter looked up, pushed his glasses, walked to the edge of the building to look around at the environment, put his hands on his hips, sighed, and said: "I said we should have brought more equipment before we came. What would it have hurt to give me ten more minutes to bring the miniature robots from the Mercury base? Fine, fine, I know I'm Spider-Man. I'll go find someone right now."

After speaking, Peter soared into the air. A set of extremely shiny spider-suits replaced his ordinary clothes at the fastest speed, covered his whole body, and put a mask on him.

Silk snapped her fingers, made a "you're so cool" gesture at him, then walked to the teleportation portal and said: "Then I'll go back first. Don't forget to send Nick a message when the mission is successful. He worries as much as your aunt."

After speaking, Silk walked into the teleportation portal without looking back. Spider-Man, floating in mid-air, looked left and right. Not a single building around here was intact. Finding a human in such a ruin was difficult, but Spider-Man thought about it and decided to take some technological measures.

He tapped a few times on the projection screen popped out from his arm. A group of drones, as light and transparent as butterflies, flew out from his arm. For a moment, optical stealth was activated, and they flew silently toward the surroundings of New York.

Not long after, a drone sent back a report. Spider-Man clicked to open it. A battle was erupting around Stark Tower. The protagonists were Spider-Man of this universe wearing a spider uniform and a group of zombies wearing superhero uniforms.

Spider-Man flew toward that side at a very fast speed. Just as he approached the conspicuous sign of Stark Tower, he saw a red and blue figure on the ground being beaten and sent flying far away.

Spider-Man dived downward, punched away a zombie that wanted to rush up to finish him off, swept past at a low altitude with a whistle, grabbed the arm of the Spider-Man lying on the ground, and took him flying to the roof.

The local Spider-Man looked in shock at another version of himself floating in the air. Just as he was about to speak, the flying Spider-Man stopped him with a gesture and then threw him a phone.

"Buddy, the situation is urgent now. I don't have time to explain it to you in detail. You download an APP first, register an account, and help me click 'mission complete', otherwise it will be overtime."

"Ah?"

About ten minutes later, two Spider-Men sat side-by-side on the roof of Stark Tower. The local Spider-Man looked dumbfounded at the series of chat records in the credit group that couldn't be scrolled to the top at all.

"So Spider-Man is actually an organization, and every universe has an unlucky guy who got bitten?!"

"Not everyone got bitten, but you are clearly the unluckiest among the unlucky guys." Spider-Man shrugged and said: "Not only were you bitten by a spider, but you were also bitten by a zombie."

"Uh... so... what are you here for?" The local Spider-Man scratched his head, somewhat puzzled.

Spider-Man took out his phone, flipped through it, and said: "The mission description says that the zombie crisis in one of your two universes has been solved, while the other still has some trouble..."

The local Spider-Man looked down at the roaring zombie superheroes and sighed: "There is indeed trouble, and it's not small. Let's put it this way, I only let the virus on my body recover by infecting another zombie virus."

"But to make everyone recover, I have to let everyone be infected with another zombie virus. That is to say, I have to bite them one by one. Although the Avengers heroes recovered in another universe, there are still many other heroes and mutants, and the teleportation portal is very slow..."

"So I brought you this." Spider-Man didn't know where he pulled out a needle, but the appearance of this needle was different from the needle used for medicine in an ordinary laboratory. It was more slender, and the needle tip was also shorter.

"Is this an anesthetic needle?" The local Spider-Man asked: "It looks like the kind fired by an anesthetic gun."

"Almost, but it doesn't contain anesthetic, but a blood-dissolving reagent. What we have to do is extract something in your body that can resist the zombie virus, make it into a medicine, and inject it into their bodies. This will be much faster."

The local Spider-Man slapped his forehead and said: "I almost forgot that we have modern medical means, but I'm afraid this world can't provide you with the equipment you want..."

"It doesn't matter, I brought it myself." Spider-Man stood up, took out a business card holder, and started flipping through it non-stop. The local Spider-Man was a bit curious about what he was doing, so he leaned over to look, and then he discovered that what was in the business card holder wasn't business cards, but one small iron piece after another with strange names written on them.

"Oh, here it is, let me see... found it." Spider-Man pulled a small iron piece out of the business card holder and threw it toward the open space. A piece of experimental equipment appeared on the open space of the roof.

"My God!" The local Spider-Man exclaimed. Before he could express his feelings, Spider-Man's hands flew up and down, and the iron pieces were thrown out like snowflakes. Soon, the roof was turned into a medical and chemical laboratory.

"Is the technology in your universe so advanced?" The local Spider-Man kept looking up at the surrounding equipment.

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he slapped his forehead and asked: "I also heard before that a team of visitors from other universes came here, and they even asked the big-headed guy for information about the murderer before me. Are you in the same group?"

Spider-Man recalled and said: "If what you saw was a combination of a strange Iron Man, a strange black man, and a strange doctor, then it should be. I come from the same universe as them, the Spider-Man of that universe."

The local Spider-Man immediately rushed up and grabbed Spider-Man's arm, saying: "Then can you contact them?"

"I can, but shouldn't you solve the trouble here first?" Spider-Man shrugged and said: "And this kind of medicine can not only solve the trouble in your universe. As far as I know, many universes are troubled by the zombie virus. Although I don't know if it's the same kind, we can always try."

The local Spider-Man was slightly disappointed, but soon cheered up. He nodded and said: "Indeed, it would be best if we could help other universes avoid this tragedy. Let's start. What do you need me to do?"

"First we have to do a rough physical examination. I want to collect some blood and hair samples from you, and maybe do a genetic test."

The local Spider-Man looked down at the building worriedly and said: "These zombies are all very hungry now, so they aren't very clear-headed, but what if they come to find trouble with us after they are full?"

Spider-Man stretched out a finger and said: "You wait a moment."

Spider-Man jumped off the roof. A blue gun appeared in his hand. He swept over the zombie group from the sky, kept pulling the trigger in his hand, and ice cones hit the zombies one after another. Within a few seconds, the entire zombie Avengers was frozen into large ice blocks.

Spider-Man flew back to the roof, shook his head, and said: "If Silk hadn't urged me, I would have brought ice bombs. That way I could have frozen all the zombies in the city, and no one would have come to disturb us."

The local Spider-Man stared at the gun. He hit his palm with his fist and said: "In the early stages of zombie infection, I also thought about making freezing weapons, but low temperature is harmful to the human body, and the same is true for zombies..."

"This one won't." Spider-Man shook the freezing gun at him and then said: "I heard it was developed by a low-temperature professor named Victor Fries. What was it called... dense ice technology?"

"I heard that the latest version of dense ice can already achieve no heat exchange, but the one in my hand is an old version, but it's enough. People frozen in ice won't be harmed. If you don't believe me, look at their eyes."

The local Spider-Man looked down at the building. He found that the eyes of the frozen zombies only had confusion, and no pain. Their skin color and limb state hadn't changed either, indicating that they didn't feel cold.

"It's amazing." The local Spider-Man commented.

Spider-Man remotely controlled the lid of the physical examination cabin to open. After the local Spider-Man walked in, readings soon appeared on the equipment. After Spider-Man took a look at the readings, he was stunned.

"What kind of mess is this? Asgard? Tony Stark? Why is there also Dr. Schiller?"

The cabin door opened. Spider-Man said to the other version of himself inside: "The equipment might be broken. Forget it, conditions are limited now, so we won't be so particular. Let's draw blood directly."

The local Spider-Man was a bit confused, but he still nodded. He instinctively trusted this counterpart whose technology was higher than his own, so he lifted his uniform and let Spider-Man draw some of his blood.

When performing the blood test, Spider-Man was even more confused. After staring at the instrument for a long time, he said: "There is a very magical factor in your blood. I don't know what that is, or rather I don't even know if they exist. Is that the zombie virus?"

"Oh, no, it's not." Spider-Man denied himself and said: "This thing isn't attacking any system in your body, it just exists like this. Could it be a special immune factor? Could this be the antidote to the zombie virus?"

The local Spider-Man immediately widened his eyes and said: "Then what are we waiting for? Hurry up and extract it to make medicine. The zombie universe can be saved."

Although Spider-Man instinctively felt that something was wrong, looking at the decadent scene in New York, and then thinking of the zombie universe in deep water and hot fire in the mission description, he decided not to think about it so much and extract the useful components first.