The dusk in New York is beautiful. The orange sunset is wrapped in a circle of blood, dyeing the surrounding sunset red. The orange-red light shines on the buildings in the center of New York. The mirrors of the buildings sparkle, reflecting a bleak beauty.
On the Empire State Building, Carl stood there quietly, watching the vultures go away.
He looked at the sunset, lowered the brim of his hat, checked the materials, fished out two locators, then returned to the base and put away the equipment.
On the way home, he saw the Daily Bugle newspaper hanging in the newsstand and walked over to get one.
As George's favorite newspaper, the Daily Bugle continued its basic policy of smearing Spider-Man for a hundred years, portraying last night's incident of Spider-Man, Thumb and Mysterio as boring hype.
"That's just the tip of the iceberg of how Spider-Man has been exposed! All the villains in New York obey her orders! She is the king of crime in New York!"
Carl shook his head. The Daily Bugle has had a hard time these years, so they can only find another way to smear Spider-Man, but they are still far from shameless.
Carl returned home and saw George lying on the sofa scrolling through his phone.
In Gwen's universe, which is Earth 65 of the Marvel parallel universe, technology has developed rapidly, at least enough for Sheriff Stacey to lie on the sofa and watch boring short videos.
Carl leaned over to take a look and found that there was a video of a cowboy hoofing a horse on George's phone. For some reason, Carl also leaned over and started watching.
When Gwen came back, she found Carl leaning on the edge of the sofa with his butt protruding, and George watching a black man riding a bicycle on a small screen with a large number of bananas behind him.
"What are you looking at!" Gwen jumped over and patted Karl on the head. Karl turned around and said, "Back?"
"Back." Gwen curiously picked up the newspaper in Carl's arms: "What is this?"
But soon, she knew what it was.
She threw the newspaper at Karl's head with a dark face and said, "You just like to watch this kind of fun, don't you?"
"It's not just me." Karl picked up the newspaper and handed it to George. George said happily: "How do you know I love reading the Daily Bugle the most! Only they in New York dare to tell the truth!"
Kalnu pursed her lips and gave Gwen a look. Gwen helplessly held her forehead. She didn't want to stay in this house for a moment.
"What's for dinner tonight?" Gwen asked curiously.
"Squirrel mandarin fish." Carl said it in English. Gwen was shocked after hearing this: "Squirrel is so cute, why do you want to eat it?"
Then, Carl saw Gwen eating half of the fish in one go, then puffed up his face and said, "It tastes really good."
"Eat more if it smells good."
"No!" George said seriously: "You'd better eat less, girl, you've eaten too much these days."
"?" Gwen looked up from the bowl, her little face full of doubts.
"You will gain weight like this, good daughter. I don't want you to cry about losing weight."
Karl said helplessly: "Don't worry, George, Gwen's daily exercise volume is much higher than yours."
"Really?"
"Of course." Karl nodded: "Playing the drums is very tiring. You can see that Gwen has grown muscles."
"That's true." George nodded, Gwen and Carl smiled at each other and continued to cook.
After eating, talking and laughing, it was a mess.
Of course, someone will clean up this mess, but that person is not Karl.
Gwen cleared the bowls on the table and saw Karl walking into the bedroom and closing the door. She seemed to see the boy's back suddenly become a little heavier.
The interplay of light and shadow reflected his shadow.
Stacey's living room is small, so Carl's shadow intersects with Gwen's.
Gwen took a look and found that there was a large shadow behind Carl's shadow, and he left the light to Gwen.
Carl returned to the bedroom, closed his eyes and began to study.
He was anxious, although he didn't show it, but he was really anxious.
No matter how confident Karl was, he didn't think he could easily defeat the Evil Six, and he knew very well that the Six had already come together.
He needs to progress, he needs to change, he needs to stop things before they become unstoppable, and turn the beginning of tragedy into its end.
The clock on the wall ticked, spinning round and round, the sun and moon outside the window alternated, and the clouds came and went, just like this, a new week passed.
And the room was empty.
Carl's underground base.
Karl looked at the suit he was wearing, and the corners of his mouth slowly curved.
"Finally successful." He said: "Viv, mobilize the data."
"Yes, Master." Viv's voice sounded, and a panel appeared in front of Carl's eyes.
This is the system he set up for himself.
Version 2.0 of the Talisman Suit.
Function:
Upgraded version of nanotechnology: The suit can be changed into nanoparticles and hidden in other items, and can be transformed into a suit at any time. At the same time, all weapons and devices are made of nanoparticles and can be changed at any time.
Three-dimensional mobile device: Nanoparticles can be used to change the hook and the direction is controlled by an intelligent system. It is suitable for combat in cities.
Flying skills: can fly in the air.
Armed ammunition: Covered with smoke bombs, poison gas bombs, incendiary bombs, freezing bombs, power conversion bombs (exclusive treasure for the electric people), slime bombs, high-energy sand bombs (exclusive for the sand people)...
Electronic Trap: Electronic hidden trip wire that can release electric current, molecular wire.
Electromagnetic pulse bomb: dedicated to the technology side.
Upgraded version of plasma heat ray: fired from hand, same as Iron Man.
Ion Cutter: Melee weapon.
Nanoparticle Sniper Rifle: Long range weapon.
Small micromolecule energy bomb: cannot be used in cities!
Carl put on his version 2.0 armor, turned the claw knife in his hand, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Although it is still a bit shabby, he can do as much work as he can with the money. This will make Bruce Wayne, the richest man in Gotham, or Tony Stark, the richest man in New York, jealous.
It's not that Karl doesn't want to use more weapons, it's just that he doesn't want to wait for me. In a short period of time, that's all he can use.
Karl looked at the time. The vulture had not sent him a message for three days.
On the other side, Doctor Octopus stood in the cutting-edge laboratory in the Osborn Building. He looked at the Green Goblin with a smile on his lips.
"Thank you Mr. Norman Osborne for your help. If it weren't for you, my experiment would have taken a little extra effort."
"Don't say that, Dr. Otto, I just want to make a contribution to the progress of mankind." Norman Osborne's eyes flashed with a strange light: "I have long heard that Dr. Otto is a genius, but I don't know. Come to think of it, you also have such a profound understanding of nuclear fusion."
"The world will be ours." Doctor Octopus stood in front of the window, looking at the lights of thousands of houses, and said, "As long as no one comes to cause trouble, the world will be in our hands."
"So, we need to get rid of those hidden dangers in advance." Doctor Octopus said coldly: "Everything is for the progress of mankind! Everything is for a greater ideal!"
