While Peter was still visiting the Starlight Building and was not present, Robert said to Otto and Akers: "November 3rd is Peter's birthday. Remember to go to Peter's house to celebrate. Oh, by the way, don't tell.
About Peter..."
Otto smiled and said: "Peter is my favorite junior, and I will definitely support him when the time comes."
Akers became more and more awe-struck for Robert, and he nodded muffledly: "This is a major feature of our organization, and I will also participate."
If you care about any hero, you have to think about even small things like his birthday...Robert's behavior once again reminded Akers of the taste of home.
After the three of them reached a consensus in private, Peter walked out of the building still unsatisfied. When he saw the three of them looking at him with different expressions, he couldn't help but touch his face, feeling baffled.
Moreover, Peter also found that in the taxi, Akers kept looking sideways at him, stroking his chin thoughtfully.
On the way back, Peter asked: "Robert, are you... hiding something from me?"
"How could it be? Akers may be comparing you with his impression of Spider-Man." Robert said expressionlessly.
"After all, Peter, who is laughing and joking, and Spider-Man, who is serious, cold, strong and resolute, are not very compatible, especially after they get to know each other."
Peter smiled and said: "That guy Akers, let him compare and see what Spider-Man is like."
Actually...Robert murmured in his heart.
Spider-Man doesn't seem to be too serious...at least it has nothing to do with seriousness.
Maybe... Peter has adjusted his painting style to cold colors in his mind...
Encountering a fork in the road, Peter untied his knot and waved: "Robert, I'm going back first. If I go back late, Uncle Ben will nag me all night again... Come to my house for dinner when you have time! I'm leaving now."
..."
Robert nodded: "Goodbye."
I will go to your house for dinner soon, and it will be your eighteenth birthday party...
Robert walked up the alley leading to the convenience store. It was dusk, and the dim light of the setting sun slanted into the alley. Dots of dust appeared in the air in time. Robert passed through the curtain of dust and stepped in.
In the dark alley.
The space in the alley is cramped, and the trash cans on the roadside seem to have been piled up with garbage from recent years, forming high hills. There are also water flowing on the ground, collecting the smelly ditch on the side, and leading to the end of the alley.
This is a shortcut. If Robert wants to spend more time, he needs to make a big circle. Obviously he is not in the mood for such a walk. During the detour, he will see more cigarette butts and alcohol.
bottles, and flies flying everywhere.
It’s better to pass this small road quickly and get to the convenience store as soon as possible.
On the way, Robert saw a black outline, but it was not the shape of a garbage dump. He was secretly wary and slowed down.
I thought the person coming was one of Kingpin's men, but after getting closer, I realized that the black-haired man wearing a magician's robe was actually the attending doctor at St. Mary's Hospital in Queens, Stephen!
Doctor Strange!
The figure of Doctor Strange was reflected in Robert's retina, and Robert asked: "Stephen, what are you doing here?"
Robert's tone was not kind, because normal people would not dress up like this and come to the alley to play tricks.
Stephen said: "I'm just here to tell you that there are some things that you don't want to participate in, and you don't have the strength to participate."
"What are you talking about?" Robert frowned. Doctor Strange sounded like the Riddler when he opened his mouth. No wonder he couldn't understand.
Stephen said solemnly: "I'm talking about Kingpin's plan..."
He paused: "Don't you think the plan to blow up the entire Queens is too simple and too whimsical?"
Robert did not expect that the topic Doctor Strange came to talk about was actually about the Kingpin. This gave people a sense of absurdity, like talking about excrement falling from the sky while eating.
Kingpin's plan to blow up Queens is very logical from a rational and emotional perspective, and in fact, Kingpin has a good chance of succeeding.
However, Doctor Strange came specifically to warn him, and Robert also had an extra thought.
Seeing Robert staring silently.
Stephen continued to explain: "He will not ignore existences like you and me, and as long as his brain is not broken, he will not think that muscles can defeat magic, at least his muscles cannot."
Robert's backup at the beginning was Doctor Strange. If things went wrong, he would run to St. Mary's Hospital as soon as possible and let Doctor Strange deal with him.
The ways I can think of to deal with it...as the underworld emperor of Hell's Kitchen, it's impossible and impossible for Jin to think of it.
So in addition to explosives, men and his own strength, Kingpin must have other things to rely on, otherwise he would never be sure to deal with the various hidden masters in the city... As for Wolverine, he might be drinking in a corner of a pub in the city
, if you hear that Kingpin wants to blow him up, you will definitely go to find trouble, not to mention the existence of a version of Dr. Strange.
Doctor Strange's eyes flashed: "Ghost Rider, you should have heard of Ghost Rider, Kingpin relies on him, and to summon Ghost Rider to possess him, it is impossible to succeed without a large amount of magical energy.
To obtain such a huge amount of magical energy, apart from the five major gems, only the dragon bone meets the standards."
"Counting the time, they will soon find the keel."
Robert looked calm on the surface, but felt a little uneasy in his heart. No wonder Kingpin and his gang had been half-hearted about the plan to blow up Queens recently, and they didn't show any decent expression. It turned out that they all went to find the dragon bone...
Their cooperation with the Hand is not as simple as blowing up Queens for the Hand's help... Now it seems that Kingpin is just using the Hand to find the dragon bone. His purpose is to seize the dragon bone at the last moment and summon the Ghost Rider to possess him.
Body!
The truth is like the scenery behind the fog, revealed in front of Robert bit by bit, inch by inch, and he can't help but feel a deep sense of powerlessness, which instantly seeps out of Robert's bone marrow. This situation is like a thunderbolt after a light rain, dangerous.
, trouble, incomparable, all of these are pressing on his shoulders, making it difficult to breathe.
Ghost Rider... is actually just a flaming skeleton, but Robert has to admit that not only is there nothing he can do against Ghost Rider, he can't even escape the opponent's hooves!
In the eyes of this burning dead man, the magic shield is probably like a layer of window paper, which can be shattered with just a slight poke, without any defense at all.
As for Robert's speed, no matter how fast it is, it can't be faster than a war horse. What's even more despairing is that even if his speed increases, a seemingly tireless undead horse, compared with it, Robert's endurance can't hold up.
Live a long run.
Doctor Strange left, and he made it very clear that Robert had no power to fight back against the Ghost Rider.
"After Kingpin summoned the Ghost Rider to possess me, he will never let me go... I must leave Gotham City..." Robert's mind was extremely cluttered. After he returned to the convenience store, he had countless thoughts in his mind.
The tangled messy threads, entangled, knotted, pulled, and scratched on the scalp, this feeling is like gangrene on the bone. Whether it is self-hypnosis or external physical scratching, it cannot prevent the continuation, aftertaste, and continuation of the feeling.