Chapter 2127: Battle of the Two Cities! (Part 5)

"Electro is named Max; his colleagues call him that. He was originally a lineman for the power company, and later, because of a leakage accident, his body was filled with current."

"I've fought him several times and never had the upper hand. Once, I was almost electrocuted to death, but later I also discovered some of his weaknesses."

"The current in his body can also short-circuit, especially when it encounters the same strong electricity. And his electrical energy is not infinite; after the electricity is used up, he must go to replenish it."

"However, he can't replenish electrical energy using static electrical energy; he must stay in a place with a large amount of current. And his way of absorbing electrical energy is very violent, always causing circuit accidents. If we follow this clue, we can find him."

"Also, his skills are quite good. To defeat him, it will still take some effort. You need some equipment."

Peter led Bruce upstairs, declined the small cookies provided by Alfred, and took out the equipment he had prepared earlier.

He had returned to his base earlier and packed some useful things, all of which he brought in his bag. However, because he knew Bruce's figure was different from his, he didn't bring the Spider-Suit, but he brought several versions of the web-shooters, tracking devices, restraints for criminals, and the like.

The most important of these was the web-shooter. Peter pulled Bruce over to explain it to him.

"This is a strap fixed to your wrist. Inside, there is a metal electromagnetic chip. You have to let it stick to your muscles so that you can judge the angle and direction of the web-shooter by detecting the state of the muscles."

"Then buckle this here, tie the strap to this side. You can go a little lower so it won't affect the movement of the wrist. Also, the moment the web sticks, you must pay attention to relaxing the muscles when pulling up, otherwise, you will pull a muscle."

"This side is a heart rate monitoring device, because sometimes the Spider-Sense leads you to make movements that will make you misjudge your body state. You can use this to make precise judgments. This side shows the remaining amount of web fluid..."

Peter explained while tying the web-shooters for Bruce. As a result, Bruce walked straight to the window, jumped out, and said, "Okay, I know. Wait for my good news."

After speaking, he jumped down directly.

Peter was stunned. He lay on the window and shouted downward, "You didn't take the web fluid raw material!! Come back!!!"

Peter slapped his forehead, hurriedly rummaged out a few small bottles from his bag, put them in his hoodie pocket, and rushed out.

Alfred opened the garage for him. He didn't even have time to thank the old butler; Peter drove the car and caught up with Bruce.

You really have to say, standing from the perspective of an ordinary person with feet on the ground to look at Spider-Man's mobility, it's really quite amazing. Peter tried his best to maneuver through the traffic in the city, only barely keeping up with Bruce's running speed.

Seeing Bruce about to fall, Peter just wanted to step on the gas pedal to catch up with him, when he heard a few "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" sounds. Familiar missiles flew from behind his head and blew up the utility pole in front with a bang.

Peter turned his head and saw the Pale Face wearing a silver-white mech. He knew this was the real owner coming. Just as he wanted to abandon the car and escape, he found that the Pale Face was chasing Bruce.

Sure enough, Stark must have installed a tracking device on Bruce. After all, he had been in the Fog World before, and the possibility of being monitored was not high.

Thinking this way, Peter shrank back into the car and pretended to be an innocent victim. Only after the Pale Face flew past did he open the car door and run down at the fastest speed, climbed over the utility pole, and stopped the nearest car to chase Bruce.

For Spider-Man, where are there bad people in this world? He got into the car without thinking. By the time he discovered that the driver sitting in front was actually wearing a police uniform, it was all too late.

"Don't be afraid, boy, you should be a New Yorker, right?" The man in a suit sitting in the passenger seat turned his head, showed a kind smile to Peter, and said, "Just arrived? Me too. Where are you from?"

Peter seemed very unaccustomed to this smile frozen on his face. He didn't see any sincerity in it. Even without the Spider-Sense, he understood that the situation was not good.

Peter was not very good at dealing with roundabout interrogation. He sighed in his heart and silently thought about countermeasures. Just as he concentrated his attention, he discovered that he saw a thin layer of fog.

Returning to his senses, he was already standing in the thick fog, and in front of him was still that black sun hanging high.

Peter sighed again.

He had discovered before that as long as he concentrated his attention a little, he would find himself back here. However, time did not flow here, so he could do whatever he wanted.

Peter had discovered before that the place where he was standing now was an empty island, and the huge city below was hidden in the fog, but no matter what, he couldn't see the face of the city clearly.

And that black sun just hung there quietly, neither asking nor answering. Apart from getting some explanations about the status quo of the universe from it, Peter had never communicated with it again.

He even doubted whether this thing was a living creature; even the gray fog around it was more lively than it.

But this time there was a change. Peter seemed to always hear something like a telephone ringing in his ears.

To say it was purely music was not right; it sounded like someone was muttering, but no matter how Peter listened, he couldn't hear what the content of the muttering was.

The more he couldn't hear clearly, the more he wanted to listen, but the more he concentrated, the further away the sound seemed to be. Slowly, Peter discovered that his consciousness floated up, and in his hazy field of vision, he saw a black shadow shaking back and forth in front of him.

The muttering sound grew louder and louder, making Peter feel somewhat annoyed, so he instinctively said, "Stop muttering!"

"... Responded... Answer me..."

"Answer what???"

"The Lord's message..."

Peter was even more confused. What exactly was the other side saying? He asked repeatedly several times, and the other side only had one sentence: "Give me the Lord's message."

Peter thought, why don't you go to church? But he found that his thoughts couldn't be transmitted in great detail. He originally didn't want to pay attention, but that muttering sound kept echoing in his ears.

Peter was already thinking about countermeasures, and being disturbed made him feel annoyed, so he had to answer perfunctorily first: "Don't ask, the Lord is fine."

After he replied with this sentence, the scene in front of him suddenly became clear, as if some kind of channel had been built.

He saw a man in a double-breasted black trench coat standing in the center of a magic circle, looking up. The moment his gaze met Peter's, Peter shivered.

"Nyarlathotep."

This was the other party's name. Peter understood this layer of meaning, and he quickly understood that the "Lord" the other party spoke of was actually not him, but that black sun he saw in the thick fog space.

So the black sun was indeed a god, and it had believers?

Wait, was the muttering sound heard just now actually a prayer? But he wasn't its Lord; how could the phone call reach him?

Peter suddenly remembered his previous speculation. His way of death was very unusual, coinciding with the death of Jesus in the "Bible." Could he have become the holy son of this mysterious black sun?

Logically speaking, even if his death and the other party saving him were arranged by the other party, it did indeed give rebirth to all the universes that were about to be destroyed. For this point, Peter was also willing to help.

But why did he just feel that he was at a loss?

Feeling was feeling, but Peter remembered that he had told that black sun before that he was willing to help. He had to do what he promised others; suddenly going back on his word would be too classless.

Although he didn't know what the position of "Holy Son" specifically did, Peter still answered conscientiously: "Hello, I am Peter. May I ask what you need?"

The other party was stunned instead. Peter heard him say in a low voice: "Peter? Saint Peter?"

The phone hung up suddenly.

Peter was confused. Did he say something wrong? But that was also true; the name Peter was a bit too common; it didn't sound like an important character. Peter decided that next time he answered the phone, he would definitely not say his real name.

But just as he returned to the front of the black sun, he heard the muttering sound again. But this time the muttering was not very civilized. Peter heard a series of things similar to swear words and smelled cigarette smoke.

He rolled up his sleeves and connected the phone to see which uncivilized believer dared to smoke while praying. Regardless of what the black sun thought, smoking was harmful to health; don't smoke while praying to me!

As soon as Peter connected the phone, the other party was stunned again.

"Who are you?" A hoarse voice came, followed by some incredible self-talk: "Didn't I call the First of the Fallen? Did I call the wrong number?"

Then Peter heard a series of clattering sounds from the other side, as if something had been knocked over, and a series of swear words poured out of the other side's mouth again.

"Hey, don't swear, you guy, show some respect!" Peter couldn't help it and shouted at the other end: "Put down the cigarette in your hand; this thing is burning your lungs!"

"Thank God I still have lungs... Who the hell are you? Even if I accidentally spilled wine on the runes next to me, I shouldn't have called the wrong number."

"You're still drinking?!!"

"It seems you're not a demon, then you're an angel. Listen, kid, you should be the one who just crawled out of that pool, the one called Uriel or whatever told you to maintain good work and rest time, behavioral habits..."

"But I'm a human! Humans have nothing to do with the above rules. Naive newborn angel, call your adult!"

"Hiss..." Peter gasped. He had been a civilized model for more than 20 years, and today he actually met an opponent?!

What kind of rotten person could smoke, drink, and swear while praying, and still be so justified?!

The moment this thought appeared, Peter discovered that he appeared in front of the other party.

He was startled. He was still sitting in the car of two police officers. If he disappeared out of thin air, he might be wanted.

Then he looked down and found that he was not Peter, or rather, not completely. He was surrounded by thick fog, and he had become a mysterious shadow standing at the end of the thick fog.

The person opposite was also stunned.

"How did you come over? Are you for real?"

He was actually surprised!! Peter roared in his heart. This person added 120 pounds of swear words in his prayer, and he was actually surprised why God would come to find him?!

"Tsk tsk tsk..." The other party clicked his tongue, stood up from the ground unsteadily, walked toward Peter, and blew a puff of smoke at Peter.

"Can see you have a good figure, boy. Are you shy? Don't worry, come to me..."

Peter's fist hardened. ===== CHAPTER 2128 =====

"I can tell you have a nice physique, boy. Are you shy? Don't worry, come here to me..."

Peter's fists tightened.