Chapter 2136

"What is going on?!"

Bruce looked on in disbelief as that string of monsters and freaks flew further and further away. He instinctively rushed in that direction and shouted: "Hey! Wait!!"

Bruce ran two steps, then suddenly remembered he now had web-shooters, so he reached out a hand in that direction, and a strand of webbing actually stuck to Deadpool's leg.

Bruce was carried into the air. Deadpool looked down, saw Bruce's face, and looked as though he had seen a ghost.

"Batman?!! Is this another one of Batman's plans?!!"

Deadpool let out a miserable scream and then began to climb upward regardless of anything else. First, he swung his arm around to hug the shield on Captain America's arm, then pressed down on Captain America's shoulder, then stepped on the edge of the shield, and used his arm to hook Natasha's knee.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing!" Captain America instinctively pushed Deadpool down. As he pushed, Deadpool screamed.

"Look at who's below! Let go of me, let me go up!!"

Captain America looked down and saw a handsome face. The timeline of the main universe hadn't yet developed to the point where Captain America met Bruce; he had no idea who this handsome young man below was, nor did he understand why Deadpool was screaming so miserably.

"Taking a photo is one thing, but getting involved in his plans is another! This guy is the source of darkness in DC! If I get caught by him, I'm dead. Being noticed by him is also a massive disaster. I don't want to be tied to anyone; I'm an independent hero..."

Deadpool shouted such crazy things while beginning to climb upward regardless of everything.

Deadpool was busy saving his own life, stepping on Captain America's shoulder, then grabbing Natasha's arm, pulling on the red silk ribbon at her waist, and stepping on her back to go up.

He went up, but Bruce's webbing was still connected to his leg. Bruce didn't know how to retract the webbing for a moment; as Deadpool climbed up, he was dragged up along with him.

When passing Captain America, he waved to say hello. Although Captain America didn't understand why, he still nodded at him.

But when passing Natasha, things weren't so simple. Natasha was a curvaceous female agent, and it was inevitable that the two of them would have some close contact.

Bruce was indeed a playboy during this period, but to pull off that kind of face-to-face dance, one had to consider the occasion. Now, all of them were being dragged through the air hundreds of meters high, and the other person looked like a female agent who could send you away with a single blade. Who could flirt in this situation?

Black Widow could.

Bruce was being dragged upward by Deadpool. As he approached Natasha, Natasha suddenly bent her waist and pulled him up, then adjusted her angle, used her knee to press against his thigh, and her hand touched Bruce's butt.

By the time Bruce reacted, the female agent's chin was already pressed against his neck. Even worse, Natasha cut the webbing with a single stroke of her blade.

Now it was hard to say whether the Bat had entered the Spider's Cave, or if the spiders were returning home together.

Not to mention Bruce, Deadpool, who had finally escaped, hadn't even had a chance to breathe a sigh of relief when he saw the engine flames on the Green Goblin's glider flickering non-stop, looking like it was running out of fuel.

To be honest, it was already very surprising that it could last until now before running out of fuel, because this string of candied haws was already flying toward Manhattan.

Deadpool's eyes widened and he shouted upward: "Let go! Let go quickly! We're going to fall!!!"

To be honest, everyone above wanted to let go. The problem was that the only one who could let go, Deathstroke, had removed himself from the string of candied haws right when they took off, becoming the only independent hawthorn, and was currently climbing up the grappling hook.

The Green Goblin saw the mercenary's prowess at a glance. Of course, he couldn't let him climb up, so the two of them formed a pincer movement, one above and one below. The Green Goblin threw pumpkin bombs downward, and Deathstroke threw throwing stars upward, making for a lively scene.

Deathstroke's combat power was already much stronger than the Green Goblin's. Under such complex and extreme combat conditions, it was even more of a one-sided situation. The Green Goblin didn't last long before Deathstroke flipped and jumped onto the glider.

After losing his only advantage of height, the Green Goblin was clearly panicked.

The reason he became the Green Goblin again was just to provoke the Hulk under the guise of a supervillain, letting the Hulk cause some chaos in the new city so he could take the opportunity to suppress his competitors.

Osborn knew too well how to fish in troubled waters and then pin the blame on others. As long as he did this, when S. H. I. E. L. D. settled accounts in the future, they would settle them with the Hulk, and the public would only think that the Hulk was unstable.

He could not only restrict the development of his competitors at the most critical moment but also remove himself from the situation. He might even be able to use the Hulk's loss of control to bite back at the military. Osborn's plan was to kill three birds with one stone.

But he really didn't understand how things had turned out like this. If he went down now, he would be beaten by the group below; if he didn't go down, he would be pinned down and beaten by Deathstroke. No matter which path he took, he couldn't escape a bruised face and being brought to justice.

But in fact, the Green Goblin had no choice, because in the process of fighting Deathstroke, he completely lost control of the glider. The glider, along with the string of candied haws below, smashed crookedly toward a building.

The sky above the building was also very lively at this moment.

On the left stood a gold-red mecha, leading a massive mecha army behind it; on the right stood a silver-white mecha, leading an even larger mecha army behind it.

But the reason they hadn't started fighting yet was because a strong red-and-blue figure was flying in the middle.

"I don't care what you're doing, put down your weapons immediately!"

The two sides wearing mechas were clearly not the type to listen to reason, but the problem was that a mountain of mecha debris had already piled up on the roof of Stark Tower beneath their feet.

They hadn't shattered like this during the battle with the mechas; the vast majority of the parts had been burned into wreckage. If one had to trace the cause, the matter had to start with a heat ray from the horizon.

White Can had understood from the beginning who his true enemy was. S. H. I. E. L. D., Captain America, or Spider-Man—none of them were important. His rampaging through the New York sky was actually to distract Stark.

He knew that the righteous Iron Man couldn't sit idly by and watch the chaos in the city. As long as he diverted manpower to save the citizens of New York, it would give him an opportunity. Controlling Stark Industries and the mecha army within was the key to victory.

His plan had been proceeding smoothly, but unfortunately, the two cities merged. Stark firmly held onto the headquarters of Stark Industries, and White Can had no more troops besides the mechas he had created earlier.

If this continued, he would definitely lose this tug-of-war for authority. White Can was very clear about this, so he had to take advantage of the gap where the righteous Iron Man's virtual consciousness hadn't fully adapted to his new mecha's operation method to physically seize control of Stark Tower.

So he led his mecha army back and confronted the few mechas led by the righteous Iron Man above Stark Tower.

The two stood in the sky for less than ten seconds before the sun opened its eyes, and everything vanished into ash within those two dazzling beams of light. In just two seconds, half of the mecha army that had been stored in Stark Tower, divided by both sides, was burned to destruction.

And the remaining thirty percent were destroyed while intercepting this strong figure.

The scene became very awkward.

Logically speaking, with one righteous and one evil side playing against each other, reaching the final moment with all cards on the table and armies pressing in, after saying a few vague lines, there should be a world-shaking final battle.

Not to mention whether the remaining scattered mechas were enough for a final battle, the two Starks were just a bit afraid to speak now.

And they were both thinking about one question: where did this flying search-and-rescue dog wearing underwear on the outside come from?

White Can immediately realized how unfavorable the situation was for him. The other version of himself was a pure virtual consciousness; even if all the mechas were destroyed, he would be fine. But if this heat ray hit, the symbiote armor might be able to withstand it, but he himself couldn't.

The other party didn't look very smart and seemed very authoritarian. White Can thought that perhaps he could try the old method and try to manipulate the other party.

"Listen, I must eliminate this evil electronic lifeform." White Can said: "He is trying to invade the human network and fundamentally destroy the human information age. You know how hard it has been for us to develop to this day..."

But the man flying in mid-air sniffed his nose as if smelling something, then his gaze fell on White Can's face and he said: "I smell an alien."

"What alien?" White Can feigned ignorance and said: "We are all humans, but the one opposite is a virtual consciousness..."

"Not you, the armor on your body."

"It? It's just a technological product."

"No, it's an alien lifeform, or at least it once was."

"How do you know?" White Can asked, not believing it.

"Because I am an alien lifeform."

Sincerity is always the best ultimate move. White Can was speechless. So, I was wrong to say we were both humans?

Regardless of which side this powerful freak intended to stand on, White Can didn't intend to waste any more words with him. There could only be one Stark in this world, and that was him.

"You had better not try to stop me, I..."

White Can's threat was only half-finished when the strong figure suddenly turned his head to look at the skyline. White Can instinctively followed his gaze and only heard a series of screeching and yelling.

"Turn! Turn quickly! We're going to crash!!!"

"Let go, everyone let go!! We're out of power, we're going to fall!!!!"

"Is it that I don't want to let go?! You let go of me first!!!"

"What's going on up there? Let go!! We're going to crash!!!!!!!!!!!"

Boom!!!!!!!!

A beautiful landscape on the New York skyline, now also a beautiful landscape on the Metropolis skyline—Stark Tower was unfortunately hit by a string of crashing flying candied haws and snapped in half from the top third.

Superman didn't save them—it wasn't that he didn't want to, but even if he was Superman, seeing such a punk-looking group of things hanging under an unidentified flying object from afar, his super-brain had to process for a few seconds before he could realize he wasn't dreaming.

By the time he reacted, the building had already collapsed, and Superman, who had always adhered to the principle of saving as many as he could, didn't even know whether he should go down to save people at this moment.

He didn't even know what had happened. Had something just flown past?

And even more confused than him were the two Starks in the sky.