Chapter 3941

"Long Island power outage..."

On the roof of a high-rise in Manhattan. Schiller looked down at the message on his phone screen, muttering to himself. He took out his binoculars and looked toward Long Island. But the distance was too far, and he could only vaguely see the coastline.

In addition to the vacation area hidden in tranquility, that area also had a very famous bar street. Neon lights flickered in the night. The boiling hormones, deafening music, and the excitement brought by alcohol could be felt even in Manhattan.

Schiller withdrew his gaze and continued to patrol Brooklyn and Queens with his binoculars. Not long after, he saw a figure swinging back and forth above the traffic.

Schiller didn't hesitate at all, put away his binoculars, picked up his sniper rifle, aimed at the spider silk flickering with a faint golden luster in the street lamp light, and pulled the trigger. "Bang!"

Tonight, Spider-Man fell from the altar again—physically.

Spider-Man, who had just grabbed this spider silk, seemed to have never thought that his spider silk would break. The next spider silk didn't have time to be fired, causing him to fall to the ground in a heap, roll several times on the ground, and then stand up, covered in dust.

He stood by the side of the road, looked left and right blankly, and then remembered to return to the place where he had just fallen, searched carefully in the surroundings, and finally found a shiny bullet casing under a street lamp.

Sniper bullets are thin and long, really too easy to distinguish. Spider-Man recalled slightly and looked in one direction. Unfortunately, the high-rise buildings were stacked layer upon layer, piercing the clouds, and he couldn't see anything looking like that.

Spider-Man instinctively stretched out his arm, wanting to fire a spider silk to swing himself up, but paused, retracted his hand, ran to the side of the road, and waved: "TAXI!"

Fifteen minutes later, Spider-Man got out of the car. The taxi price in Manhattan made his heart ache, and even in the middle of the night, it was very congested here. By the time the car drove over, the person who used the sniper rifle to hit him would probably have run away long ago.

Spider-Man stood by the side of the road and sighed, looking around. Several shooting lines appeared in his field of vision. Finally, he chose the most likely launch point and climbed up along the facade of the building.

As soon as he went up, he saw someone holding a sniper rifle sitting on the edge of the roof waiting for him.

Spider-Man couldn't help but say: "Buddy, since you can wait for me for so long, it means you're not in a hurry at all, so do you have to hit me with a sniper rifle?"

"I didn't use a gun to hit you," he said, "If I had really aimed at you, your spider-sense would have reacted."

"You aimed at the spider silk, and my spider-sense also reacted, it was just too weak for me to pay attention. What do you want with me? Let's say it first, I won't cooperate with a professional killer like you, no matter what you want to do, you'd better find someone else."

"How do you know I'm a professional killer?"

"Oh, my God," Spider-Man had an unbearable expression, and he said, "Do you mean what you're holding in your hand is a fire poker? Or did you break off the steel pipe handrail when you were squeezing into the subway on your way to work the day before yesterday?"

Schiller stood up, carried the sniper rifle on his back, and reached out to take off his hat. Tonight was not clear enough, and the moonlight was covered by clouds, which made Spider-Man unable to see his face clearly. Although there was a familiar feeling, Spider-Man couldn't remember who he was.

"I want to ask you one thing," Schiller said, "What's going on with the Long Island power outage?"

Spider-Man's movements stiffened significantly. He instinctively touched his wrist, then touched his neck lightly, and then said: "That was Electro and I..."

"Sir," Schiller interrupted him and said, "You don't really think this thing in my hand is a fire poker, do you?"

Schiller picked up the sniper rifle again and brought the scope close to his eyes. At that moment, Spider-Man's spider-sense gave a sharp alarm, and he almost jumped up on the spot.

"No no no! Put the gun away! You can't shoot me! I mean, I, I really... I just..."

Spider-Man stammered there for a long time, gesturing and jumping, as if he had danced a breakdance on the spot. Finally, he lowered his arms in frustration and said: "I said I couldn't do it, I'm really not good at lying. This matter wasn't done by me at all, why should I admit it? I'm really fed up!"

After speaking, he walked to the edge of the roof on his own, sat down, curled his knees, put his chin on his knees, and looked at the brightly lit night of Manhattan, saying: "The news says it was Electro and I who did it, right? They said he lost control during the battle with me, which led to the power outage, but it wasn't like that at all."

"Then what exactly happened?"

"Compared to this, I want to know who you are more."

Schiller stood behind him and said: "Don't mind, maybe I'm just an ordinary person who wants to know the truth?"

"Then I'll treat you as one," Spider-Man took a deep breath and said, "From the very beginning, I shouldn't have helped them cover it up; this was really a stupid decision. If something happens, I can't shirk the responsibility, I'm really about to suffocate."

"Tell me about it," Schiller said, "If you feel that this place can't let you repent devoutly, we can also go to church."

"Forget it, the pastor in the church my aunt often goes to is very annoying, I don't like that place at all," Spider-Man sighed long and said, "That was indeed an accidental accident, but it wasn't caused by anyone losing control, or rather, it was out of control from the beginning."

"What exactly happened?"

"I don't know the whole story, I'll only say what I know. There was a laboratory there, on the surface it was researching particle energy weapons, but in reality, they were doing human experiments."

"Human experiments?"

"Yes," Spider-Man took a deep breath and said, "They used various high-energy particles to bombard the human body to try to transform human life forms."

Schiller narrowed his eyes slightly.

"They said this was to find the path to higher-dimensional beings; once successful, all of humanity could directly ascend, no longer needing to be trapped in the material world, but could directly become ionic life forms."

"Absurd." Schiller said.

"When I first learned about this concept, I also felt it was ridiculous, but what's more ridiculous is that this world does have situations where a blind cat hits a dead mouse."

"Don't tell me they succeeded."

"Actually no, it's just that probability played its due role, producing a miracle that shouldn't have been produced," Spider-Man took a deep breath and said, "Someone succeeded in the transformation."

"Who?"

"That's not important, what's important is that they succeeded."

"Was he converted into an ionic life form?"

"Yes."

"Is he the one who caused this accident?"

"The problem is right here," Spider-Man emphasized his tone and said, "Logically speaking, transforming life forms only transforms the body; thinking shouldn't change. But at the very moment the transformation succeeded, he lost control."

"Lost control?"

"Yes, but I think he was invaded," Spider-Man paused and continued, "This was a conspiracy from start to finish; something used this experiment to create a more perfect body for itself. Since then, no one has been able to restrict him anymore."

"What is that thing?"

Spider-Man was silent.

"Tell me, Peter, what is the thing that invaded the ionic life form?"

Hearing his real name, Spider-Man trembled all over. He stood up and turned to look at the person behind him in disbelief. The distance was close enough, and the light was strong enough, that he finally saw the other person's face clearly.

"Dr. Schiller?!"

"It's me," Schiller nodded and said.

"No," Spider-Man said with some vigilance, "You are not him, he is not this young, you are his variant."

"If you have to understand it this way, it's not impossible, but we are all Schiller."

"That's different, some universes' Iron Man and Captain America are bad, I won't easily trust anyone just because of their identity. What are you doing here?"

"Investigating this matter," Schiller stepped forward and said, "Paper can't wrap fire, Peter; the electronic life form from your universe invaded the multiverse of the neighboring world, and it killed many people."

At this moment, Spider-Man seemed to have suddenly shattered. Although his body was still standing on the edge of the roof, his soul seemed to have fallen down, falling to pieces.

He slowly squatted down, covered his face with his hands, and said: "I really did something wrong, I shouldn't have covered it up, I should have told them earlier."

"Now is not the time to be sad," Schiller said, "Tell me everything you know from beginning to end, I need to know everything about the origin of this electronic life form."

Spider-Man squatted on the spot for a few minutes before opening his mouth and saying: "The matter has to start from the formation of the Avengers..."

"Stop," Schiller had to interrupt him, destroying the deep atmosphere, and he said, "Why don't you start from when humans learned to make fire?"

"But it really has to start from here," Spider-Man said aggrievedly, "Because at that time, it was Dr. Pym who proposed to form a superhero team, and then the Avengers were established..."

"Okay, the point is Dr. Pym, not the Avengers, what did he do?"

"No, the point is the Avengers, because Dr. Pym worked for the Avengers." Spider-Man retorted.

"Alright, then you say it, what exactly happened to the Avengers."

"Nothing happened to the Avengers, it's Doctor Strange." Spider-Man said.

"How did it become Doctor Strange again, can you find the point?"

"They are all points!" Spider-Man really couldn't bear it anymore; he stood up, spread his hands in front of Schiller, raised his voice, and said, "Since you want to know everything, don't interrupt me, otherwise how do I know what you want to know?!"

"Alright," Schiller sighed and said, "You say it, I promise not to interrupt you."

Spider-Man glared at him and then said: "About half a year ago, Doctor Strange found the Avengers, hoping they could help him gain a leadership position in the multiverse alliance that might be established."

"Actually, this is very difficult, because he has many powerful competitors, such as the Sorcerer Supreme of the central universe, such as the Iron Man of a certain universe, and some other Doctor Stranges; these people are all very difficult to deal with."

"However, Doctor Strange also said that our universe is special and has a pivotal position in the universe, but perhaps it was born too late, and most superheroes are not strong enough to deal with the multi-party competition that may come next."

"The members of the Avengers were also anxious about this, so they proposed a 'Multiverse Enhancement' plan, which is actually to strengthen the overall strength of this universe while becoming more united."

"This plan was executed quite well at the beginning; we renegotiated with the mutants, eased the relationship with them, and even carried out some cooperation, and then established contact with the Inhumans, and then Asgard..."

"But just doing this is only on par with other universes; we want some advantages unique to our universe. But the superpowers of superheroes have a ceiling and are difficult to continuously improve."

"So, we decided to improve the hardware level of the Avengers. Dr. Pym proposed that we could create an artificial intelligence to help the Avengers work better."