Five hundred and ninetieth chapters Wolverine and Venom
This is a small road that is not even a branch. It is a bit inappropriate to call it a road. It is just an alley, or a dead end. The distance is wider than the alley where Captain America is often beaten. Residents can park in a single row.
used cars.
On both sides of the alley are old-fashioned residential apartment buildings with visible bricks and stones. Clothes lines hang overhead, several iron fire escape ladders bend and extend to the ground, street lamps that have not been repaired for many years, trash cans filled with large black bags, and several polygons.
Together, they silently discuss how to conquer the Earth.
At the end of the dead end, Russell found his own door. The cold iron sheet was very thick. This scene was very graphic and made him suspect that the identity assigned by the system might not be a good person.
Russell touched his pocket and couldn't find the key, but it wasn't a big problem. Based on his many years of experience, the pot of cactus beside him was very suspicious.
Sure enough, after moving the flowerpot, he found a key.
This is a two-story building with all the windows on the other side facing away from the alley. The internal structure looks like the layout of an office building, but I don’t know how it got into his hands.
Outside the window is a spacious and bright park, but it is a pity that there is no other door, otherwise it would be nice to sleep in the shade of the trees.
Russell felt that the two-story building was definitely not simple, so he searched with a frown and found two m1911 pistols and a box of yellow stirrup bullets in the drawer of the master bedroom.
He took off the magazine and found that it was full of bullets, but the safety was not turned on. In addition, there were four spare magazines, also filled with bullets.
"He is a person with stories. I like this kind of character!"
Russell raised his brows, suddenly becoming interested in his identity. He rummaged through the bookshelf several times, and finally found a diary on the desk.
'I feel uneasy and uneasy. I dream about being shot to death every day. I don't know if I can do it...'
'Although some accidents happened, the ending seems to be good, we became brothers...'
'They were caught, but I couldn't do anything, and I was even a little excited...'
‘…’
Russell glanced at the diary and quickly flipped through the diary. He didn't see anything at first, but his expression changed drastically after a moment.
'It's been three years. It was agreed that it would only be three years. She is already married, and I...'
‘Three years and three years, when will it be the end...’
'Insomnia, irritability, irritability, I'm tired of it...'
'Today that person called me, and somehow I told that person that they were doing serious business...'
'I may not be able to look back, but who has ever understood my loneliness...'
‘…’
Russell picked up the diary, turned around and went to the bathroom, burned it without expression, and pressed the flush of the toilet.
It’s true that he likes people with stories, but this is too exciting. Speaking of which, what’s that person’s phone number? Is it too late to call him now?
Russell came to the phone, opened the messy phone book, and quickly gave up treatment because even if he found the person's phone number, he didn't know what to say.
Who knows who ‘they’ are!
"This time, my identity is a bit tricked. I was called a hero by Little Spider, but I turned around and was slapped in the face..." Russell continued to search for clues in the house, and five minutes later, he discovered the entrance to the basement in a compartment on the first floor.
Turn on the light! Push the door!
The smell of disinfectant hit my face, and it felt like a hospital, which was indeed the case. This was a surgical operating room, with shadowless lights, operating tables, emergency carts and other equipment.
It's not as complete as regular equipment, but it's no problem to remove bullets and suture wounds.
"So, I am an unknown soldier who has entered the underground world, and my identity is a surgeon... Very good, I can save lives and heal the wounded regardless of whether the patient is good or bad. I can continue to be a hero."
Russell turned off the light and left, returning to the second floor again. His identity was clear, and it was not as bad as he thought. The most important thing now is, where is his receipt?
Behind the bedside in the master bedroom, Russell found the safe embedded in the wall. After violently prying it open, he sorted out a stack of beautiful knives.
"Brother, you are wrong! But it doesn't matter, I'm here to help you find your way back and return to the ranks of evil killers!"
…
At twelve o'clock on the night shift, Russell had nothing to do and was thinking about going out for a walk. As soon as he put on his coat, there was a loud knock on the iron door.
Russell frowned and opened the observation window on the iron door. Before he could see who it was, several pictures of Franklin were stuffed in.
(一`?一)
Thinking about his current status, Russell curled his lips and cursed, and opened the iron door to the outside.
One black and two white, three street people who looked like they were not good birds walked in. One of them, a white man, was being supported. His face was bloodless, the corners of his mouth were blue, and one of his arms was limp and limp.
"Doctor, business is coming!"
"Well, come with me!"
Russell tilted his head toward the basement and took out the bullet. It was very simple. There were three steps in total. Use a knife to cut the wound, use tweezers to take out the bullet, sew it up with a needle and thread. After that, he would prescribe some anti-inflammatory drugs and let the patient take more.
Pork liver nourishes blood.
It was his first surgery, and Russell was a little excited when he thought about it.
Bang!
There was a strange noise coming from a room on the second floor. The sound was so loud that not only Russell, but also three people on the street heard it.
"doctor?"
Russell was very irresponsible and replied: "Don't look at me. I'm the only one in the house. It might be a thief."
The expressions of the three people changed, and they turned around and left out of caution. Russell did not stop him, locked the door and walked upstairs, wanting to see who was blind and dared to sneak into the territory of his evil nemesis.
With two m1911s in hand, Russell strode up the second floor, kicked open the study door at the end of the corridor, turned on the desk lamp, and saw a burly man sitting on the boss's chair, puffing away smoke with his back to him.
The big man was hiding in the shadows, and the cigarette he was puffing out was from his desk. For a thief, this behavior was too arrogant.
"Who are you?" Russell frowned slightly, is he 'that person'?
"Man, it doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is who you are?" The sturdy man stood up from the boss's chair, wearing a black robe with a hood. His bulging muscles stretched the black robe very wide. He was estimated to be two meters tall.
There is also a mask on his face.
The sharp look looked very familiar to Russell, and he thought the other person was imitating him, but he decisively denied it three seconds later, because the person on the other person's face was not a mask at all, but a head cut off a poster.
Wolverine in x-men!
Where did Wolverine come from in this ghost world?
Russell stared and was speechless. The world was not as simple as he imagined, and it was definitely not just Spider-Man.
"Now, outsider, answer my question, who are you, where are you from, and what is your purpose in approaching Peter Parker?"
Russell was thoughtful after hearing this, and raised two M1911s: "Yes, but you must tell me first, who are you? Why is there a Wolverine poster?"
"Hahaha, you really know!"
The big man laughed loudly, then pointed at the poster on his face and said proudly: "To tell you the truth, I am Wolverine."
"Impossible. It's true that Wolverine is a muscular man, but he is a dwarf. He is definitely not two meters tall." Russell shook his head decisively. A normal person would definitely not put the poster on his face. This is a fake with a fake name in front of him.
Very perfunctory.
"It makes sense. Wolverine is indeed very short, not as tall as his body..." The sturdy man muttered something in a low voice and casually pulled the poster off his face.
"hiss!!"
Russell took a breath. Under the poster was a dark and ferocious face, with white eyes covered with a ring of red eye shadow, followed by a bloody mouth covered with fangs, with a long tongue sticking out, with a disgusting expression.
of mucus.
It's indeed not Wolverine, this guy is Venom!
"venom!?"
Russell spoke in disbelief. He remembered that this version of Spider-Man contained Venom, but not now, but after the villain Doctor Octopus. It came to Earth from the universe, possessed Spider-Man Peter Parker, and attached itself to the Spider-Man after being abandoned.
A reporter formed a villain duo with Sandman.
"Quack, quack, you even know the venom. I'm becoming more and more curious about your identity."