svetikya Chapter 84 We are the Justice League!
Chapter 84 We are the Justice League!
Chapter 84 We are the Justice League!
Peter took out a tattered strip of cloth from his pocket and handed it to Dr. Otto.
"Any clues?"
What can compare to the miniature reactor that I developed myself?
Otto, may I ask you a question?
A metal tentacle slithered around, picked up the cloth from Peter's hand, and then examined it closely.
"Hmm... optical camouflage technology... is advanced... but it can't compare to my reactor."
Seemingly seeking revenge for Peter's earlier behavior, Otto didn't watch for long before losing interest.
"What's so special about this thing that you're still attached to it? Is this Iron Man suit really less valuable than this piece of rag?"
Or do you want to incorporate this technology into the suit?
Otto suddenly realized: "Ah! You greedy little fellow!"
"Uncle Ao has agreed."
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Peter wanted to roll his eyes. The nickname "Uncle Oz" was definitely started by Oz spreading rumors!
He explained, "No, no, no, I really like the suit you developed, Doctor, but..."
Peter gathered his thoughts, then sighed and said, "Officer Stacy said I'm being watched."
Harry asked, puzzled, "Officer Stacy?"
He turned to look at Gwen: "I've been wanting to ask this for a while now, why is your father here? He can't be here to arrest me, can he...? I didn't do anything, I've paid all the money I owed."
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Gwen replied, "Because he also gained spider abilities."
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Harry reacted instantly, grabbing Oz by the neck and shaking him back and forth.
Why didn't I have it?!
"Cough—you're lucky you survived!!"
"That's right."
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Seeing that the conversation was about to be steered off course by these clowns, Peter quickly said, "That's not important. What's important is what happened today..."
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He then recounted in detail to everyone the sudden disappearance of the horror, as well as Officer Stacy's account.
"That's about it. I think you might have seen this technology before."
Otto shook his head: "No, Osborn has never been involved in this field."
As the chief scientist of the Osborn Group, he is closely associated with the creation of many technological products.
If Harry is the apparent successor to Osborn, then he is the technical leader, and there is no question of inheritance; at most, he has simply continued the product line at Parker Industries.
"All right."
"What are you worried about? You're Spider-Man, man."
Hearing his friend's words, Peter smiled helplessly and said nothing.
If these unknown enemies have their eyes on him, they will certainly target the people around him as well.
He's Spider-Man, so he can be fearless of these things, but what about the people around him?
It seems to be Spider-Man too...
Regardless, Peter was ultimately worried that the presence he had provoke might cause some trouble for those around him.
He must resolve this matter as soon as possible and find the person behind it.
"Could I use the lab for a bit? I'd like to see if I can reverse engineer the location..."
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Peter shook the fabric in his hand and said to Otto.
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Otto stared at him for several seconds without saying a word, just keeping looking at him.
Peter felt a little uneasy under the gaze.
"—What's wrong?"
"Are you really not interested in this Iron Man suit at all!?"
Otto asked, "Or do you not like these four spider legs? Want to add a lizard tail instead?!"
"No, of course I like it! I just..."
Peter sighed and voiced his thoughts: "I'm just worried it might affect you."
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Otto didn't know what to say.
He could see Peter's initial excitement upon seeing the Iron Man suit, but in Peter's heart, the person behind the fabric seemed to attract his emotions far more than the Iron Man suit itself.
Harry patted Peter on the shoulder and laughed, "Peter, have you forgotten something?"
"What?"
Harry pointed at Gwen, then at himself. "You, Gwen, and I are no longer ordinary people!"
"I am Iron Man, your girlfriend is Spider-Woman, and your...father-in-law is also Spider-Man."
"We can call ourselves a heroic team!"
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Gwen chuckled twice: "A team? Like some kind of hero group? We don't even have a name."
"I know, I know, I know!"
Oz bounced around Peter's head. "I know a name that suits you!"
"What?"
"How's the Justice League going?!"
A desolate jungle.
As if isolated from the world, the humid and hot air condenses into fog, floating among the towering tree canopies and completely blocking out the outside light.
The vines hung down like giant pythons, and the dew-covered leaves trembled slightly with each breath of the hunter.
A hunter is called a hunter because he has enough patience and a clever mind.
His movements were so gentle that his boots made no sound at all as they stepped on the damp soil.
The hunter suddenly crouched down and stopped in front of a thick tree root.
The surface of the tree roots had a slightly fishy smell.
He reached out and touched it.
is blood.
It was still human blood.
The hunter narrowed his eyes, his gaze instantly turning to a tree not far away.
Behind the tree roots, half of a brown wool coat was sticking out.
It wasn't hidden perfectly.
A slight smile curved the hunter's lips.
He drew the sharp blade from his waist and slowly advanced.
With only a few meters left to his target, he burst forth with astonishing speed, like a cheetah, rushing forward in an instant.
He stabbed the target in the back!
"You've become slower, Sergei."
The hunter said softly.
The words had barely left his lips when his heart suddenly stopped beating.
"Disappointing."
Because behind him, a deep Eastern European accent suddenly exploded in his ear.
The hunter turned and swung his knife, but the figure behind him easily dodged it. In the next second, a large hand grabbed the hunter's neck and lifted him up with one hand.
"I thought you had learned a lot, but it seems you haven't."
Craven gripped the hunter's neck tightly with one hand and held his arm, which was wielding a knife, with the other, preventing him from attacking.
Craven slowly leaned closer. "I've been hiding in the shadows for hours, and you didn't notice me at all!"
He applied slight pressure with his palm.
The hunter's face turned bright red instantly.
"Disappointing," Craven repeated, his eyes filled with pity.
Click!
The hunter's neck was snapped by Craven with one hand.
He collapsed to the ground, his body like a snake that had lost its bones.
Craven took a deep breath, as if he wanted to inhale all the air in the room.
I heard footsteps behind me.
Without turning his head, he asked, "Did you bring everyone?"
"I've brought everything, Lord Hunter."
"We've brought everyone who has ever fought Spider-Man here."
Craven turned around and smiled.
"Very good, the hunt has begun."