Chapter 2113: The Ultimate New World (Part 30)

Peter looked at Bruce somewhat surprised, not understanding why he said this. He had seen from the "Cat Getan Travel Notes" of other Spider-Men that Batman, the superhero who guarded Cat Getan, couldn't be said to be highly skilled in martial arts, but could also be called capable of going to heaven and entering the earth, omnipotent.

The description of Batman fighting criminals in "Cat Getan Travel Notes" received the highest number of likes in the whole text, with more than 6,000 comments, all of which were praising Batman.

Even many Spider-Men who were still in high school became his fans because of Batman's powerful martial arts value and cool appearance. Considering that Batman's and Spider-Man's concepts of upholding justice were not completely consistent, this could simply be called a miracle.

How could such a person say such words with a slightly depressed mood? Peter really couldn't figure it out.

Peter jumped off the car's engine cover, walked to the opposite side of Bruce, and after carefully looking at him, found that this Batman seemed to be a bit different from the one in "Cat Getan Travel Notes".

First, he was younger, not as strong as in the photos, and more importantly, his demeanor was wrong, not as cold and serious, but more like himself.

Could it be that Batman wasn't this strong at this time? Or could it be that not every Batman was this strong?

"I know what you want to ask." Bruce snorted coldly and then opened his mouth: "For the Batman you know, not being able to beat criminals is simply a fantasy. Even if you can't beat him once, you can create many high-tech equipment to beat criminals to the ground."

"But I have nothing to be ashamed of. Just before I came here, I was ambushed by a group of street thugs. They pushed me off the roof, I fell into a trash can, and I even lost two of my teeth."

Peter looked at Bruce in shock. Bruce shook his head lightly with some self-abandonment, spread his hands, and said, "How about it? Is it a bit disillusioning?"

"But it's a pity, I'm indeed not that kind of omnipotent god." Bruce hung his hands and turned his head to one side, saying: "I don't know how he did it, but I don't have that kind of wisdom and power. Just grabbing the power I have left on the board of directors of the Wayne Group, so that my parents' hard work won't be in vain, is enough to give me a headache."

Bruce saw the shock on Peter's face and felt a bit bored, so he turned around and pulled open the car door, wanting to sit in.

"Then why do you choose to fight crime in Cat Getan?!" Peter's voice went up an octave directly, and he said: "That rotten city is simply rotten to the extreme! I can't describe its rottenness with language. Terror, darkness, terrible, if there were more such words, I would use them all at once."

"If you are not a superman, why would you think about fighting crime in Cat Getan? You... you don't have that ability."

By the end, Peter's voice lowered. He didn't know why a sour feeling surged in his throat.

Wasn't he also like this? He chose the path of a street hero, almost didn't participate in experiments, had no scientific research experience, and didn't even know to prepare early to prevent himself from getting lost.

He didn't know how the cosmic structure was at all, and didn't know how to repair and change it even if he knew. Even if there was a method to repair it, he had no way to start at all.

He didn't have the ability to save the universe, so what was he worried about?

Bruce remembered what Captain America said to him. He closed the car door, looked at Peter outside through the car window, and said: "Someone told me that with great power comes great responsibility, but I didn't tell him that I don't agree with this point."

Peter looked at Bruce, a bit dazed. He hadn't heard anyone say this to him for a long time, and when it sounded again, the voice was as distant as if it had been passed down from tens of thousands of years ago, and as familiar as if it had always been buried in the bottom of his heart.

Bruce pursed his lips and looked at Peter, saying: "With great ideals comes great responsibility."

"When you have an ideal, you have a responsibility you want to bear. When you understand the responsibility you want to bear, you then pursue the ability to bear the responsibility. That's how it is."

Peter walked to the car door as if possessed, put his hand on the window frame of the car window, looked at Bruce, and asked: "Then have you pursued it?"

"Almost succeeded once." Bruce sighed and said: "But perhaps this little bit of difference is forever."

And Aisha finally thought of the key node. If Spider-Man already existed in this world, would there be a second Spider-Man?

And a more cruel question: can there only be one Spider-Man in this world?

Aisha's gaze looking at Peter and Bruce suddenly became complicated. She felt that she almost knew why the timeline of this universe was repeatedly reset.

But she also felt a bit depressed. Could it be that the only person standing on Batman's side in this world was himself? Everyone else wanted to protect Spider-Man?

Aisha instinctively felt that something was wrong. Some smaller, mixed thoughts hovered beside the main line of thought, keeping the truth covered in a layer of ethereal fog.

Peter pulled open the rear car door, sat in the back seat behind the driver's seat, rubbed his slightly cold fingertips, looked at Bruce in front through the rearview mirror, and said: "Tell me about it, how did you come here? And how did you get lost here?"

Aisha's alarm bells rang in her heart. She knew that if Bruce chattered and told Peter all his experiences here, Peter would definitely infer that Bruce had become Spider-Man through him being bitten by a spider and later gaining powerful power and danger perception.

Did Peter know that there might only be one Spider-Man in this world? If he knew, could he infer that he would die later?

Aisha quickly deduced everything to the limit, and then reached a conclusion: if this continued, Peter and Bruce walking towards opposition was inevitable.

The premise for Bruce to gain powerful power was the death of the previous Spider-Man. But if Spider-Man knew in advance that he would die, then he might not die. Then Bruce might never be able to gain power. Then in order to gain power, Bruce might want Spider-Man to die.

Although Aisha felt that other Batmen might not do this, and might not even think about it, because their willpower was firm enough to keep their original intention in the face of any temptation, but this Batman might not.

You have to say he is kind, he is indeed kind, and firm is indeed firm, but because his other mental illness symptoms are not very obvious, his paranoia is very eye-catching, and once this paranoia is transferred from the death of his parents to other places, the result is hard to say.

Especially Aisha knew that several time resets had caused a certain stimulation to Bruce's spirit, which easily led to him getting sick and falling into extreme emotions. With his willpower and rational level, whether he could overcome this extreme emotion was still in doubt.

If he was impulsive, then the contradiction between him and Spider-Man would really be a life-and-death opposition.

If Aisha helped Batman, then Spider-Man might really have to die. Not to mention whether the person manipulating time behind the scenes would be as they wished, after Bruce calmed down and found that he killed an innocent person for power, he would collapse first.

If Aisha helped Spider-Man, then Batman really wouldn't have any chance of winning. Not to mention that he might suffer heavy damage physically, he definitely wouldn't be able to bear it mentally.

Aisha thought a bit desperately, she was still a long way from adulthood, how did she start making a dilemma choice? Which Joker could hit here?

Letting her imagination run wild, Aisha clearly knew that as the only person on the scene who had almost deduced the whole picture, she had the responsibility to prevent things from moving towards this irreparable situation.

Spider-Man and Batman were like two people tied to the railway track. Now Aisha was driving, and she couldn't run over either, so Aisha decided to close her eyes. As long as she didn't make changes, who lived or died had nothing to do with her.

With a "waa", Aisha cried out. 【211

Bruce, who had just been about to open the floodgates of conversation again, was startled. He hurriedly turned his head to look at Aisha, and Peter immediately reached out to pull the little girl close, then followed Aisha's gaze.

It was one thing not to look, but another to be terrified by what he saw: a giant eye had appeared in mid-air, a massive eye made of thick fog that was gradually taking shape, and beside it were many smaller eyes, all staring unblinkingly at the group.

Bruce and Peter were both too shocked by this scene to speak; their previous topic had been interrupted, and both of them stared wide-eyed out the window.

"Leave this place," Aisha shouted.

Bruce slammed his foot on the gas pedal, and the car, which had been out of fuel, actually started moving, speeding away into the thick fog.

The car drove fast, and Bruce saw that he was rapidly approaching a figure on the side of the road. He thought it would be the mysterious visitor from the fog, but in the instant he passed by, he saw that it was himself.

The figure of Bruce standing by the road remained hidden in the thick fog, but even in that brief glimpse, Bruce could see that he was covered in blood, his face full of terror and anxiety.

Bruce saw the version of himself by the road with his mouth wide open; judging by the shape of his lips, he was definitely shouting something, but the car was moving too fast, the noise was too loud, and it was impossible to hear the sound. The time spent passing each other was too short to see the full lip movement.

What was he saying? Bruce twisted his head desperately to look back, but he only managed to see for two more seconds.

Bang!!!

A violent collision sound came, and everyone slammed heavily into the objects in front of them. Bruce felt warm blood flowing down again; he felt as if his head had been shattered.

After endless dizziness, everything went black before his eyes.

When he woke up again, he felt something pulling at his arm. Bruce groggily propped up his body and turned his head to see Aisha staring at him.

Bruce touched his forehead and found that he wasn't injured. Amidst his confusion, he felt a sense of terror, gripping the steering wheel and taking a few deep, ragged breaths.

As soon as he looked up, he found that the fog in front had dissipated. Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he saw the firelight of an engine.

Three black-gold mechs slowly descended from the sky. The one in the center extended its hand, its cannon port opening.

"Boom!!!!!"

Bruce hadn't even reacted when he felt a massive force hit his side. By the time he regained his senses, he was already flying in mid-air, though he was being carried by Aisha.

"We've been discovered!" Aisha shouted while flying. "That guy's reaction is too fast. Run!"

Bruce was still dazed when a missile flew past his ear. Aisha took him in a sharp turn, but the three mechs that had arrived in an instant had already blocked all paths of retreat.

Aisha let go, and Bruce fell to the ground. And when he regained his senses, a giant monster radiating yellow light slapped the mech flying in front of it to the ground, grabbed the smoking upper half, and threw it into its mouth.

Crunch, crunch, crunch!

The monster turned its head, and Bruce saw those familiar sharp teeth reveal a smile at him.