Chapter 2119

At S. H. I. E. L. D., in Nick Fury's office, a portal appeared abruptly, and Silk, with an anxious face, appeared in Nick's office.

"Nick, Nick! I can't feel Spider-Man's vital signs anymore, I..."

Silk didn't find Nick's figure, but she saw the communicator flashing red light on Nick's desk.

Silk hesitated for a moment, but still walked over, because she knew this was just a backup communicator. Nick should have others on him. He must have listened to it long ago. In this way, she couldn't be considered eavesdropping.

So Silk walked up and pressed the play button. A familiar voice came from inside.

"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..."

Silk listened quietly to everything Spider-Man said. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and supported herself on the table with one hand, feeling somewhat weak and powerless.

She knew it, she knew it. If Spider-Man wasn't willing, then who could kill him?

It's not that simple at all, Silk thought. Nick Fury does possess a portion of the Spider Totem's authority, but he actually has no way to choose who becomes Spider-Man. Otherwise, with this Director's habit of grabbing people all over the world, wouldn't he have bitten out 3 billion Spider-Men?

The Spider Totem is Spider-Man's totem. Although he chooses Spider-Man, he is also controlled by the collective will of Spider-Men. Otherwise, Nick couldn't have obtained the authority.

Silk clenched her fists tightly, biting her lip until it bled, but in the end, she sighed long and sent this recording to the Spider-App group.

The Spider-Men exploded.

But what results could they discuss?

The Amazing Spider-Man was right. Now a fog space that no one can understand has appeared. The Amazing Spider-Man was able to survive there, but which Spider-Man wants to survive?

It's too late for them to go save Spider-Man now. They are clear that not a second after this recording was sent, Spider-Man would definitely turn around and leave the thick fog space that was extending his life.

That is to say, on the current timeline, Spider-Man is very likely already dead, so they must fulfill his last wish.

In the end, the Spider-Men decided to use their collective will again to influence the Spider Totem and hand over the abilities and identity of this universe's Spider-Man to Bruce Wayne.

Spider-Man walked into the thick fog without looking back. Bruce widened his eyes in shock. He immediately stood up and wanted to chase, but he was already injured, and after taking two quick steps, he was panting and had to stop to rest.

At this time, he couldn't care about so much. He had to leave here. He had to return to the Golden Gate Bridge to save people.

But to save people, he must have power. But he has no power at all now. It's not that he doesn't dare to die heroically, but dying is meaningless, and he can't save anyone.

Bruce forced himself to calm down and think about what Spider-Man's words meant. After staying in place for half a minute, he finally calmed down.

The communication Spider-Man left at the end might have been sent to someone, and that person might be able to control who gets Spider-Man's abilities, or at least influence it.

Then Spider-Man wanted to commit suicide and then leave the ability to himself, but the problem is how does he obtain this ability?

Spider, right, it's the spider. Spider-Man told him to go find a spider, and him being bitten before was probably not an accident, but some kind of mysterious ritual before obtaining the ability.

But the problem is where to find a spider now?

Bruce got a headache. Not to mention he is now on the war-torn Golden Gate Bridge, even in the surrounding areas that haven't been affected for the time being, the level of urbanization is very high, and there isn't much living space left for spiders. Could he search half the city to find a spider?

But just at this moment, Bruce saw two beams of light lit up in the depths of the thick fog. It was the light of car headlights!

That is his car... he had seen a blood-soaked version of himself by the side of the road before!

Bruce immediately widened his eyes. At the moment the car drove past, he indeed saw another version of himself who was completely unharmed.

No, he didn't hear it, and he couldn't read lips... Aisha! Aisha is also in the car!

He seized that one second of passing by and shouted at the car.

"SPIDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Aisha, who was picked up by a woman with a child and blocked outside the disaster relief area, suddenly realized: wasn't the Bruce who fell and got covered in blood just now the one they encountered in the fog while driving before?

Just at this moment, Aisha discovered that fog was rising on the bridge.

She instantly deduced the ins and outs of everything.

Time in the Fog Realm is chaotic. It's very normal for the past to meet the future, and the future to meet the present. Then the Bruce covered in blood they encountered was very likely from the future at that time, that is, now.

Bruce, who was doing disaster relief on the Golden Gate Bridge, entered the Fog Realm again through the fog on the bridge and met himself who was driving out of the fog at that time.

That Bruce shouted a word.

Aisha of course also saw it, but at that time she was thinking about the relationship between Bruce and Batman, and hadn't thought about this matter yet.

And now that she thought of it, she could recall every movement of the blood-soaked Bruce at that time, as well as his lip shape.

Aisha can read lips.

"... Spider?"

Aisha did it once, imitating Bruce's lip shape, and ended up saying a word, but she didn't understand: what spider? What's wrong with the spider?

Wait a minute, Spider-Man! Why didn't Spider-Man come?

Such a big accident happened on the Golden Gate Bridge, and Captain America even assembled the members of the Avengers to come for disaster relief. If Spider-Man were still alive, it would be impossible for him not to come.

Spider-Man is already dead.

Then Bruce can inherit the spider ability, but one prerequisite is still missing, and that is he must be bitten by a spider.

That's why Bruce shouted spider.

Aisha, who understood everything, didn't delay for a second. She immediately jumped down from the woman's arms, stood in front of her, and asked her: "Where are there spiders?"

"Spider? What spider?" The woman was somewhat puzzled.

"Tell me quickly where there are spiders? Where have you seen the most spiders?!"

Although the woman didn't understand, she still pointed Aisha in a direction, "There is a park over there, and there is a forest in the park. When I was walking there before, I saw a lot of spider webs. There must be spiders over there."

Aisha immediately took off into the air, and in the woman's surprised gaze, flew toward that direction.

Not long after, she flew onto the deck of the Golden Gate Bridge with her hands clasped together, as if carefully holding something, and then landed.

The next second, Bruce rushed out of the fog, and Aisha threw the spider directly onto him.

Bruce had no time to care about the spider at all. He ran frantically toward the direction of the little girl in front of him.

Three steps, two steps, one step...

BOOM!!!

The missile arrived as scheduled, smoke and dust from the explosion rose, a black shadow flew out and fell heavily to the ground.

That was Bruce. He was still alive, and so was the little girl.

He put down the little girl, walked to an overturned truck, put his hand into the gap between the front of the truck and the ground, and exerted a little force with his arm.

The truck was flipped over.

Solidly, without a second of pause, it was flipped over, and then fell to the ground with a boom.

Bruce took a deep breath. He obtained power, once again.

"God, how did you do that?" The people next to him looked at him dumbfounded and exclaimed: "Why would you..."

"Because I am Bat... Spider-Man."

Spider-Man, who had lost half of his body, walked into the thick fog. He knew he would die the moment he left the Fog Realm, but he didn't have the slightest fear, and even had a feeling of relief.

People are always going to die, and it wasn't said that Spider-Man would definitely live forever. But compared to dying of old age, he indeed preferred this way of dying, because he knew many people would be saved because of his decision.

Spider-Man has always been hoping that people will be saved, always hoping that everyone will be saved.

The fog has become thinner and thinner. He knew that one more step forward and his time would recover, pain would strike, blood would gush out, and he couldn't help but start to imagine the scene of his own death.

That wouldn't be very beautiful, Spider-Man shrugged, and then he discovered he only had one shoulder to shrug now.

Plop!

Taking a step forward, Spider-Man convulsed and fell to the ground. Countless blood gushed out from the blood holes on his body, and the incomplete organs couldn't function either. His muscles instinctively tightened, but Spider-Man, who had no will to survive, soon loosened his clenched hands.

Don't know how long, the blood flowing from his body soaked the ground, more and more, more and more, until his whole person felt like lying on a red carpet.

The fog became thicker and thicker.

Perhaps it was a few days, or perhaps it was a few years. In this space-time where space is chaotic, time has lost its meaning.

A knuckle twitched slightly, and then it was the whole palm. The muscles of his shoulders and chest began to heave slightly.

"Cough cough cough..."

Some air was squeezed out of his lungs. Don't know how long it had been after recovering autonomous breathing, Peter slowly opened his eyes.

Heaven or hell?

Peter hoped it was hell, because if the quota for going to heaven is limited, it's better to give it to others.

But the fire is not this color. But if this is heaven, isn't the visibility a bit too low?

Peter thought in a daze, and it took a while before he could control his limbs with his brain. He climbed up.

The blood on his body was still there, and his clothes were missing several holes, but the blood flowing on the ground was gone. Peter discovered that the highway ground beneath him had turned into mud, which was now emitting a dark red luster.

Peter patted the dirt on his body and stood up slowly. When he turned his head, he froze in place.

That was a huge black sun.

It was suspended in front of Peter, and in the thick fog behind it, there were countless huge eyes and mouths.

"Who are you?"

Peter asked involuntarily, because he felt that the other party was intelligent and could communicate.

The mouths in the fog moved.

"You died for the life of the masses."

"... I am not." Peter shook his head and said, "They were already living. Disasters that shouldn't have happened made them die. I just made everything return to the right track."

The black sun watched him silently.

Peter continued: "Everyone should live well, without experiencing any suffering, forever happy and peaceful."

"Disasters make them unable to be so, making them experience calamities, even death. What I did was not saving, but just making those things they shouldn't have experienced disappear, letting people get what they deserve."

"I am not a savior, I am just Spider-Man."