"The electro-optical man is called Max, which is what his colleagues call him. He was originally a wiring worker for an electric power company. Later, due to an electric leakage accident, his body was filled with electric current."
"I fought with him several times, but never got the upper hand. I was almost electrocuted once, but later I also discovered some of his weaknesses."
"The current in his body will also short-circuit, especially after encountering the same strong electricity, and his electrical energy is not unlimited. After the electricity is used up, it must be replenished."
"However, he cannot use static electric energy to replenish electric energy. He must stay in a place with a large amount of current. Moreover, the way he absorbs electric energy is very violent, which will always lead to circuit accidents. We can find him by following this clue."
"In addition, his skills are very good. It will take some effort to defeat him. You need some equipment."
Peter led Bruce upstairs, declined Alfred's offer of biscuits, and took out the equipment he had prepared earlier.
He went back to his base before, packed some useful things, and brought them over in his bag. However, because he knew that Bruce's body shape was different from his, he didn't bring the spider suit, but he brought it with him.
Several versions of spider silk launchers, positioning devices, restraints for subduing criminals, etc. were all brought over.
The most important one is the spider silk launcher, Peter took Bruce to explain to him.
"This is a strap fixed on your wrist. There is a metal electromagnetic piece inside. It should be placed against your muscles. This way, the angle and direction of the spider silk emission can be determined by detecting the muscle status."
"Then buckle here and tie the strap here. You can pull it down a little so it won't affect the movement of your wrist. Also, when the spider silk sticks to it, be sure to relax when you pull it up.
Muscles, otherwise they will be strained."
"Here is a heart rate monitoring device, because sometimes the actions that the Spider Sense takes you to make will cause you to misjudge your body status. You can use this to make accurate judgments. What is displayed here is the stock of spider silk.
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While explaining, Peter tied the spider silk launcher to Bruce, but Bruce walked directly to the window and jumped out and said: "Okay, I understand, just wait for my good news."
After saying that, he jumped directly.
Peter was stunned. He lay on the window and shouted downwards: "You didn't bring the spider silk raw materials! Come back!!!"
Peter slapped his forehead, quickly took out a few small bottles from his bag, put them in his sweater pocket and rushed out.
Alfred opened the garage for him, and without even having time to thank the old butler, Peter drove the car and caught up with Bruce.
Don't tell me, from the perspective of a down-to-earth ordinary person, Spider-Man's ability to move is really amazing. Peter tried his best to move around in the urban traffic, but just barely kept up with Bruce.
running speed.
Seeing that Bruce was about to fall, Peter was about to step on the accelerator harder to catch up with him, when he heard a few whooshing sounds, and a familiar missile flew over from behind his head, and collapsed the telephone pole in front of him with a bang.
As soon as Peter turned his head, he saw Bai Can wearing a silver-white mecha. He knew that this was the real owner. Just as he was about to abandon the car and run away, he discovered that Bai Can was chasing Bruce.
Sure enough, Stark should have installed the positioning device on Bruce. After all, he had been in the fog before, so it was unlikely that he would be monitored.
With this thought, Peter retreated back into the car and pretended to be an innocent victim. He waited until the white can flew past, then opened the car door and ran down as fast as he could, climbed over the telephone pole, stopped the nearest car, and wanted to give chase.
Bruce.
For Spider-Man, there are no bad people in this world. He got into the car without thinking. When he realized that the driver sitting in front of him was wearing a police uniform, it was too late.
"Don't be afraid, boy, you must be a New Yorker, right?" The man in a suit sitting in the passenger seat turned back to Peter and showed a kind smile and said: "Just arrived here not long ago? Me too, where are you from?
Come?"
Peter seemed very uncomfortable with this kind of frozen smile on his face. He didn't see any sincerity in it. Even without the spider sense, he knew that the situation was not good now.
Peter was not very good at dealing with roundabout questions. He sighed inwardly and silently thought about countermeasures. The moment he concentrated his attention, he found that he saw a thin mist.
When he came to his senses again, he was already standing in the thick fog, with the black sun still hanging high in front of him.
Peter sighed again.
He had discovered before that as long as he concentrated a little, he would find that he was back here, but time here did not flow, 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 mist, but he couldn't see the face of the city clearly.
And the black sun just hung there quietly, neither asking nor answering. Apart from getting some explanations about the current situation of the universe from him, Peter never communicated with him again.
He even doubted whether this thing was a living thing, even the gray mist around it was more alive than him.
But something changed this time. Peter seemed to always hear something like a phone ringing in his ears.
It wouldn't be right to say that it was pure music. It sounded like someone was chanting, but Peter couldn't tell what he was chanting no matter how hard he listened.
The harder he could hear, the more he wanted to hear it, but the more he concentrated, the farther away the sound seemed. Slowly, Peter found that his consciousness was floating, and he saw a black shadow in front of him in his hazy vision.
Swinging around.
The chanting became louder and louder, which made Peter feel a little bored, so he instinctively said: "Stop chanting!"
"...responded...answered me..."
"Answer what???"
"Message from the Lord..."
Peter was even more confused. He asked several times what the other person was talking about, but the other person just said, "Give us the Lord's message."
Peter thought, why don't you go to church, but he found that he couldn't convey his thoughts in detail. He didn't want to pay attention to it at first, but the chanting kept echoing in his ears.
Peter was already thinking about countermeasures, but he was so disturbed that he could only reply perfunctorily: "Don't ask, the Lord is very good."
After he replied this sentence, the scene in front of him suddenly became clear, as if some kind of passage had been built.
He saw a man wearing a double-breasted black trench coat standing in the center of the circle, looking up. The moment his eyes met Peter's, Peter shuddered.
"Neog Sohip."
This was the other person's name. Peter understood the meaning. He soon understood that the person the other person was talking about was not actually him, but the black sun he saw in the dense fog space.
So Black Sun is indeed a god and he has followers?
Wait, the mumbling you just heard was actually a prayer? But he is not his master, how could the phone call come to him?
Peter suddenly remembered his previous speculation. The way he died was very unusual, which coincided with the death of Jesus in the Bible. Could he be the son of this mysterious black sun?
Logically speaking, even if his own death and the other party's rescue of him were arranged by the other party, he did give new life to all the universes that were about to be destroyed. For this reason, Peter was willing to help.
But why do you feel that you have lost money?
Feelings are feelings. Peter remembered that he had told the black sun before that he was willing to help, and he had to do what he promised others. It would be too tasteless to suddenly go back on him.
Although he didn't know what the position of the Son of God was, Peter still answered conscientiously: "Hello, I am Peter, what can I do for you?"
The other party was stunned instead, and Peter heard him whisper: "Peter? Saint Peter?"
The phone was suddenly hung up.
Peter was confused. Did he say something wrong? But yes, the name Peter was a bit too popular and it didn't sound like an important person. Peter decided not to say his real name next time he answered the phone.
But as soon as he returned to the black sun, he heard the voice of mumbling again, but this time the mumbling was not very civilized. Peter heard a series of things similar to swear words, and also smelled the smell of smoke.
He directly rolled up his sleeves and answered the phone to see which uncivilized believer dared to smoke while praying. Don't worry about what Black Sun thinks. Smoking is harmful to your health. Please pray not to smoke!
As soon as Peter answered the phone, the other party was stunned again.
"Who are you?" came a hoarse voice, followed by a somewhat incredible soliloquy: "Didn't I call the First Fallen? Did I call the wrong one?"
Then Peter heard a crackling sound on the other side, as if something had tipped over, and a series of curse words came out of the other side's mouth.
"Hey, don't say bad words, you guy, be respectful!" Peter couldn't help it anymore and shouted at the other end: "Put down the cigarette in your hand, this thing is burning your lungs!"
"Thank you I still have fucking lungs...Who the hell are you? Even if I accidentally spilled my wine on the rune next to me, I shouldn't have made the wrong call."
"Are you still drinking?!"
"It seems that you are not a devil anymore, but an angel. Listen, kid, you should have just climbed out of that pool and that guy named Uriel or something told you to maintain a good schedule and behavioral habits..."
"But I'm a fucking human! Humans have nothing to do with the above rules. Innocent newborn angel, call your adults!"
"Hiss..." Peter took a breath. He had been a model of civilization for more than 20 years, and he met his opponent today?!
What kind of rotten person can smoke, drink and swear while praying, and still be so confident?!
As soon as this idea occurred, Peter found himself in front of the other party.
He was shocked. 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 not entirely. He was surrounded by thick fog, and he turned into a mysterious shadow standing at the end of the thick fog.
The person opposite was also stunned.
"Why are you here? Are you serious?"
He was actually surprised!! Peter roared in his heart, this man had added a hundred and twenty pounds of curse words to his prayers, and he was still wondering why God would come to him?!
"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." The other party clicked his tongue, stood up from the ground unsteadily, and walked towards Peter.
Peter was a little scared and wanted to retreat, but he found that the other party had actually been standing still and didn't notice it.
After walking a few steps, the other party finally realized that he was doing useless work, so he picked up the wine bottle in his hand, poured a few sips of wine into his mouth, lit a cigarette, blew out a puff of smoke towards Peter and said.
"I can tell you have a good figure. Boy, are you shy? Don't worry, come to me..."
Peter's fist hardened.
This chapter has been completed!