Chapter 2118

On the remaining bridge deck, Bruce was working with several others to lift an overturned car and rescue the people underneath.

Just hearing a "Heave!", everyone exerted force together and successfully lifted the small car, lifting the people pressed underneath onto stretchers.

As soon as Bruce turned around, he saw a flash of fire invading this way. He roared and rolled to the side, but was still blown away by the explosion.

"Watch out! Watch out!" He heard Aisha's scream.

Bruce fell heavily to the ground, his head hitting the rubble on the ground, and he was immediately covered in blood. His arm was also scratched by a piece of iron, and his right thumb was completely numb, possibly fractured.

But Bruce still stumbled to his feet, because he saw that the missile just now had smashed a bus parked by the side of the road, and several people who had rushed onto the bridge to lift stretchers were pressed underneath.

Fortunately, this bus had been bombed and burned before, leaving only a wreck. The people pressed underneath weren't immediately crushed to death and were still groaning in pain.

Bruce hurriedly rushed over, and the nearest public and medical staff also rushed over, wanting to help lift the wreckage of the bus.

But no matter how broken the bus was burned, it wasn't something a small car could compare to. The volume was a big problem. If they couldn't exert force evenly from beginning to end, there was simply no hope of lifting it.

When Bruce rushed over, he looked at the water below with his peripheral vision and found that the fire brigade that had just arrived and the emergency rescue team with a large amount of equipment didn't come up to the bridge deck at all, but went to rescue the majority of cars that had fallen into the water.

This was also a helpless situation. In a situation where manpower and equipment were not sufficient, they should indeed rescue the more dangerous cars falling into the water first. The wounded on the bridge deck could at least hold on for ten or so minutes, but the drowning people trapped in the cars would lose consciousness within a few minutes.

Seeing that rescue was hopeless, the few people who rushed over could only give it a try. Four people lifted the front of the car, three people lifted the rear of the car, everyone exerted force together, muscles bulging, faces turning red, and angry roars coming from their mouths.

"HEAVE!!!!"

The good news was that one side of the bus was finally lifted a little, and two people pressed underneath were dragged out. The bad news was that there were still people inside, but the car really couldn't be lifted anymore.

Lifting the car up a bit and lifting the car completely off the ground were two different things. Those who were pressed deep inside continued to scream as the vehicle was lifted.

Bruce was completely exhausted. When he withdrew his hands, he couldn't even feel the existence of his forearms. His lungs felt like a suddenly exploding bomb, blowing all the blood into his throat.

The intensely erupting adrenaline made him excited, but his muscles couldn't squeeze out any more strength. Instead, mental excitement would increase the level of sensory perception. The screams of the victims echoed more clearly in his ears, and the smell of blood kept rushing into his nose.

Bruce had never felt so desperate. The impact of deaths caused by one or two crimes could not be compared with a collective disaster at all. If there is a hell in this world, it probably isn't in the underground tens of thousands of feet below, but right in the human world when a disaster occurs.

Bruce had just been distracted for a while when he heard a scream from in front of him. It sounded very young, like it was made by a little girl.

Human instinct makes us more sensitive to the cries of cubs. Bruce was immediately awakened. He turned his head and saw a little girl who looked to be in her early tens screaming and rushing toward this side.

Behind her followed an out-of-control mecha, obviously having fallen down because its control system was broken. The little girl screamed in despair while running. She knew she couldn't run out of the explosion range, so she had to squat down and hold her head in place.

Bruce used all his strength to rush toward that side, but didn't see that outside the smoke and dust of the explosion, the thick fog rising above the water had already surrounded the entire bridge.

Taking a heavy step forward, there was no explosion, no screaming, no river of blood. Bruce fell to the ground, propped up his body with his hands, looked left and right, and only saw the vast fog.

Another mysterious Fog Realm?

Bruce frowned painfully at the muscles around his eyes, panting constantly, swallowing saliva, suppressing the muscle twitching pain brought by the excited nerves, and struggled to climb up from the ground.

The flow of time in the Fog Realm is different from the outside. As long as he goes out now, he still has a chance to save that little girl. He must leave here immediately.

Bruce stumbled and rushed toward the depths of the thick fog. He now also discovered that as long as he loses consciousness, he can leave the Fog Realm.

But as he ran forward, a figure also rushed toward him from the opposite side. And when both sides broke through the boundaries of the thick fog and saw each other's appearance clearly, they were both stunned.

On the left was Bruce Wayne, and on the right was Peter Parker.

The problem was that the state of both of them was not good. Bruce was covered in blood, and the blood flowing down from his head had blurred his facial features so they couldn't be seen clearly.

Peter was even more outrageous. He had three blood holes on his body, and they were the kind of holes that could let light through and see the scenery behind him.

But Peter wasn't bleeding, and there was no paleness on his face. His wounds were an extremely smooth cross-section, and some peculiar particle streams were surging on them, as if that part of his body had been excised.

Both sides were stunned when they saw the state of the other.

"What happened to you?" the two said in unison.

"I'm fine." they answered in unison again.

They obviously both knew that the situation was urgent now, so Bruce simply spoke first: "There are two Starks fighting above the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco right now. The Golden Gate Bridge was blown up by them, many cars fell down, and the bridge deck is still being continuously bombed..."

Bruce sat on the ground, finished recounting his experience in the most concise language he could use, and then looked at Peter, obviously very curious about how Peter got himself into this state.

Peter sighed long and began to tell Bruce what happened after they last met.

After Peter left the Fog Realm, he didn't think too much and still wanted to finish what was at hand first, so he rushed to the laboratory at the fastest speed.

At that time, Otto was doing the last ignition factor collision experiment at the high-energy physics collider. He felt that this would be a quite groundbreaking experiment, so he hurriedly called Peter over.

Peter was not very optimistic about the results of this experiment. He didn't actually come to observe the experimental results, but wanted to persuade Otto to be calmer and not be in such a hurry to do large-scale collision experiments, otherwise no one would know what would happen.

But he didn't persuade Otto, because Otto didn't want Stark to walk ahead of him. In the energy field, Stark has always been a benchmark. Apart from the Ark Reactor he uses personally, the artificial sun project of Stark Group is actually also leading globally, it's just that it doesn't take the same path as Otto.

Every master wants to prove that the path he takes is correct. Otto understands that Stark has already taken a step ahead of him, but he cannot let him lead forever.

Having not been able to achieve any groundbreaking progress before, Otto was already very anxious. This time, the ignition factor found was very likely useful. Otto didn't want to delay any longer.

Peter understood this point, so he also knew he couldn't persuade Otto, but he proposed that he also wanted to go in to prevent any accidents, so he could still save Otto, who was just an ordinary person.

If nothing unexpected happened, it was definitely an accident, and not an ordinary accident.

Otto didn't have this kind of factor for long, and the inspection process carried out was not enough. It could be said that he didn't understand what this thing was at all, and dared to go directly to the collider.

At the moment of the collision, Spider-Man swore he had never heard such a loud Spider-Sense.

But it was useless for the Spider-Sense to ring, because the instinct that could have controlled him to escape danger couldn't play any role, because there was nowhere to escape at all.

In an instant, the entire laboratory was filled with countless special high-energy particle streams, like one high-speed flying bullet after another, instantly penetrating Peter's body.

Peter's eyes went black. When he woke up again, he found himself appearing in the thick fog. Peter somewhat guessed what the so-called mysterious ignition factor was. The time Otto obtained this kind of factor and the time the mysterious fog paranormal phenomenon appeared were almost identical.

After Peter discovered the holes in his body, he even felt a bit absurdly like laughing. Hopefully his organs are doing well in other different-dimensional spaces.

Now he didn't put half of his attention on his own situation, so after speaking a few words about his situation in an exceptionally short and sloppy language, he asked Bruce: "What exactly is going on? How can there be two Iron Men, and how could they fight? How is the Golden Gate Bridge? What about the wounded?"

Bruce sighed. These situations were really a long story, but he still stood up and said: "I have to leave quickly, I must go save her..."

When he said this, Bruce couldn't even continue himself. He thought of the scene of lifting the car just now.

In fact, he could feel that the strength he exerted didn't help much in lifting the car. It was the two citizens standing at the rear of the car who looked like they might have been infected with the Extremis virus who took out at least 400 pounds of deadlift strength, which played a decisive role.

What can he do if he goes out now? It is very likely that he rushes toward the little girl, and both of them are blown to death by missiles, and then just die like this, unable to save any disaster.

Bruce muttered these words out. Mainly because the effect of adrenaline hadn't subsided yet, making him feel that if he didn't say it out, the excited nerve twitching would be uncomfortable.

"I should still go find the virus first, or find the spider." Bruce said somewhat chaotically: "Even if I had 200 more pounds of strength, it wouldn't be like this..."

Bruce sat down on the spot somewhat decadently again, but at this moment, Peter suddenly rushed up, pulled Bruce up with one hand, and pressed his shoulder with his only remaining hand, saying.

"Don't give up yet, we still have a way."

Peter's eyes were shining. He took out a small piece of iron from his clothes with his only remaining hand, and then in an instant, the piece of iron enlarged between his palms, becoming a somewhat special communication device.

He pressed the button on the device and said to the other side.

"Hello, Director Fury, I am Spider-Man. Through my communication device, you should be able to distinguish which universe's Spider-Man I am. Now I want to tell you a piece of news: I am dying."

"Because of a serious experimental error, I have three fatal penetrating wounds on my body, but because I accidentally entered a mysterious space, I have more time."

"Time in this mysterious space might be stagnant, so it allowed me to continue living under the condition that my body suffered such serious injuries."

"That is to say, as long as I leave this space, I will die. And it is impossible for me not to leave here forever, so I am bound to die."

"But this world cannot be without Spider-Man, Nick. Now in San Francisco, thousands of people are waiting for the appearance of Spider-Man."

"I hope Spider-Man can go. Even if their time is already running out, I also hope that Spider-Man can guard their last night."

After speaking, Peter pressed a button on the back of the communicator, the communicator turned into a stream of light and disappeared. Peter looked at Bruce and said.

"I will leave here, die, and then you go find a new spider. It will give you the power you want."