69novels Chapter 161 Tarantula
Chapter 161 Tarantula
Chapter 161 Tarantula
Although he was forced to wear a strange uniform, life in the Pasteur Building was generally comfortable.
In his free time every day, he can do his own experiments without restriction, and various research materials can be found casually. Although the research has still not made any progress, he can clearly feel that his academic level is rising rapidly.
"I think it's good to be able to do experiments and research instead of dealing with various criminals." On the way to school, Colt said casually to Valeria, "If I really went to the Avengers, I might I'm going to die of exhaustion."
"I heard that the Avengers are very busy recently." Valeria replied, "Maybe it's a period of high incidence of cases recently, anyway, I heard that criminals from all walks of life have come out collectively."
"Someone must be making trouble behind this." Colt flipped through the news on his mobile phone. "Most of the criminals who have come out recently are criminals who usually live as mercenaries. It is impossible for them to suddenly go crazy collectively?"
"Hydra." Valeria didn't care much, "It's probably similar to the previous case, Hydra's handwriting."
"Aren't you curious about what Hydra is planning after spending so much time thinking about it?"
"I'm not too curious. After all, no matter what the plan is, it will end up ruling the world with Hydra." Valeria pursed her mouth.
"You can't say that. After all, criminals like Hydra mostly aim to rule the world." Colt retorted.
"So they're pretty boring," Valeria confessed.
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"Morrison!" the prison guard shouted, looking at the newly escorted prisoner.
The middle-aged man captured by Spider-Man walked over impatiently, took his prison uniform, then turned around and followed the prison guards into the prison.
After packing up his things, it happened to be free time, and he was brought to the playground by the prison guards.
"Hey, new here." A tall, muscular man walked up to him, "Boy, what did you do?"
Morrison glanced at the comparison between the opponent and his own size: "Robbery."
Then, for some unknown reason, he added in a strange way: "Sent in by Spider-Man."
"Hey, Spider-Man sent it in." The prison bully in front of him laughed loudly, and he shouted loudly, "This guy was sent in by that bug!"
Immediately afterwards, the prison bully kicked Morrison to the ground: "Hahaha, you were sent in by Spiderman?"
Then Morrison watched a foot step on his face: "Are you the Green Goblin or Doctor Octopus? Just you? Caught by Spider-Man?"
Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of laughter around.
Soon, the prison bully showed his authority to the newcomers, and walked away in the respectful sending of other prisoners, leaving only Morrison curled up on the ground, covered in mud.
……
"Look, your favorite spider." I don't know when it started, Morrison was associated with spiders by other people in the prison. When spiders crawled across the walls of the prison, people would laugh at him: "Run! The spider is coming to get you!"
During meals, it was common for other people passing by to throw squashed dead spiders on his dinner plate.
He tried to resist, but the result of his resistance was that he was beaten up by everyone.
As the saying goes, the law does not blame the public, and the prison guards only helped him drive other people away.
……
"Morrison!" The supervisor roared in the dock office, "Your work efficiency is too low! You look like you haven't had enough to eat!"
He really didn't have enough to eat, or rather, he hadn't had enough to eat for a long time.
In order to treat his seriously ill wife, he was forced to borrow usury.
However, the money was borrowed, but the disease was still not cured.
"It's a pity, the gene therapy of Parker Industries may be your wife's only hope, but taking things is still only in the stage of theoretical experiments, and there is really nothing we can do." The attending doctor said to him with lowered eyes.
"You're fired!" he said in agony, having missed days of work and lost his job to alcoholism.
He doesn't even have a child on which to pin his hopes.
Morrison woke up from the dream.
He sat up straight, looking at the eerie dark cell.
After completely losing hope and enthusiasm for living, he decided to do something he had never done before, why not try to make himself better?
However, once again his luck was terrible.
When he stormed into the ATM room with that pistol, that New Yorker's friendly neighborhood Spider-Man fell from the sky.
Damn it, where were these superheroes when I was at my worst?
At this moment, a spider crawled across the wall beside him.
An angry Morrison slapped the spider to pieces.
"Go tmd Spider, go tmd Spider-Man."
"Crack!" Something fell from the vent.
Morrison frowned and walked over to take a look.
Then, a puff of smoke erupted from the tiny metal ball.
"Ahem!" The weird smoke seemed particularly irritating, and Morrison coughed while covering his mouth and nose.
The smoke seemed endless, and he couldn't figure out why so much smoke could be emitted from such a small metal ball.
He felt endless pain, curled up on the ground, and coughed loudly.
It was getting harder to breathe.
Consciousness gradually blurred down.
Although I don't know who it is, maybe death is a kind of relief, right?
……
After what seemed like a long time, Morrison suddenly opened his eyes.
Subconsciously, he wanted to jump up from the ground, but found himself slamming into the ceiling.
Instinctively, he reached out to touch his bumped head, only then did he realize that he didn't seem to feel any pain at all?
Immediately afterwards, he suddenly found that the movement of reaching out his hand just now seemed a little uncoordinated.
Wait, hand?
He looked down, why are there four hands?
Wait, why can he see so clearly even though the light is not turned on?
In the end what happened?Taking a deep breath, Morrison walked up to the small metal ball and picked it up.
Although there was almost no light in the room, he could still clearly see a line of small characters written on the ball.
"It's a gift."
Morrison clenched his fist hard, looking at the metal ball that was almost crushed by him, he couldn't help laughing wildly.
He turned his head and looked at the spider corpse that he had smashed on the wall just now, and a cruel smile rose from the corner of his mouth.
Some people try to scare and laugh at themselves with spiders?
He went to the prison door.
The two right hands clenched their fists and hammered out.
Immediately afterwards, the prison alarm bell rang.
Now, there is no Morrison Adams.
Now, he's a tarantula.
Try to create a tool man and see the response, because I am not very relieved, so I used the most common origin.
(End of this chapter)