69novels Chapter 202 Faith
Chapter 202 Faith
Chapter 202 Faith
Post looked at the phone that was hung up in his hand.
He didn't understand that Colt's reaction was abnormal, he wasn't angry or impulsive, even Poster clearly felt a kind of ignorance from Colt's tone, like that, he had nothing to do with him It's urgent.
"I don't matter?" Post thought it was funny, how is this possible?
At this moment, he heard a strange noise coming from behind.
Turning around, a brawny man with a bare upper body and bronze skin was standing there.
"Who are you!" Post subconsciously took two steps back and asked vigilantly.
The man didn't answer, but tilted his head and looked at him.
Post had never met the other party, so he couldn't judge whether the other party was an enemy or a friend.
He wanted to step forward and use his ability to control the opponent, but seeing the opponent's muscles and being stabbed by Colt before, he flinched.
Backing away slowly, the man didn't respond.
Post finally retreated to the door, he gritted his teeth, turned around and opened the door.
"boom!"
Post looked down in horror at the beam of energy passing through his chest.
He fell to the ground.
"Why?" This was his last doubt before his consciousness dissipated.
……
I used to be very puzzled.
I have seriously thought about what a hero is.
Is it impossible to be a true hero without sacrifice?
Is the true meaning of a hero sacrifice or salvation?
I don't know in the past.
Now I still don't know.
But the good news is that none of that matters anymore.
Because I understand what I should do.
A hero is not really a hero.
In fact, only those who stick to their beliefs and work hard for them.
When this belief and his behavior can help others.
People call him a hero.
What I am doing now, am I doing good for others?
Who knows?
I just wanted to do it anyway.
I have been troubled that I am not so noble.
I don't want to save everyone, I just want to save those who are worth saving.
Is this wrong?
But who is worth saving?
I do not know.
But I know that Post is certainly not one of them.
I know people will criticize me and accuse me.
Like...Peter Parker...
But, he's not here anymore, is he?
If he can still stand here, Post will not die.
It's ironic, isn't it?
A drop of rain fell on the ground.
Immediately afterwards, the raindrops fell on the ground to form more and more dark dots, and then they joined together.
Colt looked through the window at the bright lights flickering in the rooms of the dilapidated building.
It's not about me, is it?
He pulled his collar and walked quickly to the nearby subway station.
It's getting late, it's time to go home.
……
When we came out of the subway station, it was already raining heavily.
Colt saw the candles on the side of the road and didn't know whether they were blown out by someone or by the heavy rain.
"At least the fire hazard is eliminated..." he said, and then ran quickly into the Pasteur Building.
The short steps made him drenched all over, and he got into the elevator and pressed the floor in a bit of a mess.
"You're back..." Valeria was sitting opposite Franklin in the living room.
"What are you doing?" Colt walked over to see Franklin's dying king.
"I leave it to you..." Franklin quickly stood up.
Colt glanced at the board, and then overturned his own pieces, what else is there to play?
"I'm going to change clothes, it's raining heavily outside." He said as he stood up and walked to his room.
"Dead?" Valeria looked at the chessboard and finally said.
"Dead," Colt replied.
"I want to take back what I said earlier." Valeria turned her head to look at Colt's back, "You are still different from Dad."
"Naturally." Colt went into the room and closed the door.
"Is this okay?" Franklin leaned over and said.
"People are not equations, there is no so-called correct solution, everyone has their own direction." Valeria slowly stretched out her hand and put the chess pieces back in place, "He made his own choice, it's not right or wrong , it’s just, not so clear, which is not a surprise given his history.”
"That's true." Franklin nodded, "But I'm curious, you've been with Uncle Doom for so long, why haven't you been like him?"
Valeria glanced at him: "Don't you think that I am actually very similar to Uncle Doom in many directions?"
"Uh..." Franklin was at a loss for words, "It's true... you did feel a bit superior and proud like Uncle Doom before... not like the rest of the family..."
"That's because you are too naive." Valeria glanced at him, just as Colt came out of the room after changing his clothes, the two immediately shut up.
"What are you going to do with this thing?" Franklin grabbed a watch-like thing on the table and threw it to Colt.
Colt caught it, looked down at the spiderweb logo above and said nothing.
Suddenly, Valeria's cell phone on the table rang.
She stood up immediately and walked quickly to the laboratory, with Colt close behind.
……
Miles lay on the bed, looking at the Spider-Man "uniform" he threw on the ground.
"I actually did it?" He looked at his hands in disbelief.
Somewhat involuntarily, he reached out and pressed his hand against the wall, then the other.
up a little bit.
He hung himself from the ceiling.
With a strong swing, he threw himself to the door of the room.
Jump hard again.
I touched the ceiling and hung up.
Jump off a wall and hang on another wall.
"Miles! What are you doing!" His mother yelled angrily from downstairs, "Are you going to tear down the house!"
Ah, hearing this roar, he panicked, his hands fell off the wall and fell to the ground.
"What are you doing!" The door was pushed open, and Miles sat on a chair and pretended to be stupid.
"Be quiet, it's getting late!" His mother said, then turned and walked out of the room and closed the door.
I saw my mother leave.
Miles couldn't help looking at the clothes thrown on the ground casually.
"Maybe... I really can?"
……
"Some citizens have witnessed that Spider-Man is still active in New York."
In the school cafeteria, Colt saw the news on TV and was interviewing on the side of the road.
"Seeing Spider-Man again? It's a pity, but I think those people are just grandstanding." A citizen interviewed replied, "No, I don't mean to say that I hate Spider-Man and don't want him to be alive, it's just that I want to Everyone understands that he's dead, and New York needs to accept that we can't live in the past forever, and we have to get used to living without Spider-Man."
"Yes, I saw him, really, last night, I was almost robbed, and Spider-Man jumped off the roof to save me, and he knocked down the robber with one punch." Another Answers from the citizens interviewed.
"Is Spider-Man still alive?" The scene switched back to the studio, and the bald and mustache JJJ shook his head at the microphone, "This question is actually very simple."
He showed pictures of Spider-Man and related reports from the Daily Bugle from the past on the screen.
“As we all know, New York has had to live with Spider-Man in the past. We also had to learn about the masked man’s habits.
"Come on, let's look at the coverage of Spider-Man in the past.
"He came down from the sky, knocked the robbers down with one punch, then shot them up on the wall with the spider webs, walked up to me and picked up my bag, said to me: 'Ma'am, your bag.' and jumped away pulling the webs. up.
"He smothered the bastard who insulted my wife with spider webs, and then taped his gun to the wall.
"Spiderman is so cool, he made a huge web out of his own silk, and then hung all those bank robbers at the bank gate!
"It's not hard to see that although Spider-Man is masked, he has never been a sneaky guy, Spider-Man will stand in front of others openly!
"But what about this so-called 'Spider-Man' now? Has anyone ever talked to him? No one has even actually seen his face!
"Most importantly, we look at past and present coverage of Spider-Man!"
JJJ juxtaposed the reports.
"Where's the web! Where's the silk!" he demanded sharply. "Why no silk! Where's those uncomfortably sticky webs that were iconic of Spider-Man back in the day? Why are they gone!"
He grabbed the microphone and pulled it to his mouth, roaring passionately: "There is only one answer to all this! That is that Spider-Man is really dead! And the current so-called 'Spider-Man' is just a poor imitator !Anarchists who are also destroying and ignoring the law!"
"I have to say that JJJ's observation of Spider-Man is really subtle, and he can actually tell that this is an imitator." Colt chuckled.
"Are we just waiting and watching?" Valeria asked casually.
"Wait a minute, it's not the time yet..." he said, "Besides, it's not up to me..."
"You can figure it out for yourself." Valeria started to clear the dishes, and she signaled with her eyes, "The Lord is here."
Colt turned his head and saw Miles walking into the cafeteria.
Miles listened carefully to the students' comments about Spider-Man's resurrection.
"Hey, Miles, do you think Spider-Man is still alive?" A student who usually has a good relationship with him asked Miles and waved him.
"This..." Miles touched the back of his head, "Who knows, I hope he is alive, but, in the video..."
"The video can be faked!" said another, "Who knows if it was a staged video, but it is true that people have seen Spider-Man now."
"The Daily Bugle just said that it's an imitator, he doesn't even have spider silk!"
"Will the Daily Bugle admit that Spider-Man is alive? Look at JJJ's report. He hoped that Spider-Man was dead ten years ago. Maybe he edited the previous video!"
Miles stares dumbfounded as the small group at the table begins to squabble over whether Spider-Man is alive or not.
"Hey, Miles." Colt came over to greet him.
"Hello." Miles replied quickly.
"How have you been recently?" Colt seemed to ask casually.
"Okay." Miles nodded.
"You seem hurt?" Colt pointed to a redness on his wrist.
"Ah, I fell down earlier." Miles quickly pulled down his sleeve.
"Is that so?" Colt raised his eyebrows, "I remember you were also injured when we met in the corridor last time?"
"This..." Miles thought for a while, "I'm not very good at balancing..."
"This is not possible, then you have to strengthen your exercise." Colt said, "I recently joined a rock climbing club, are you interested in going to have fun together?"
"Rock climbing?" Miles panicked subconsciously, but he couldn't see any changes or abnormalities in Colt's expression, "No, no, no, I still have a lot of homework to do, and my grades are not very good , if I fail the exam, my mother will kill me..."
"That's a pity." Colt seemed to really just mention it casually,
Miles was still a little nervous about whether Colt would say something that made him panic again, when he saw Colt being called away by his blond girlfriend.
"I must be overwhelmed, how would he know that I'm pretending to be Spider-Man?" Miles explained to himself in his heart, and he cheered himself up, "This is a coincidence, this must be a coincidence."
……
Late at night, a single room at a bank's ATM in New York.
A middle-aged man had just deposited money in an ATM, and opened the door to leave.
Two masked gangsters rushed in the moment he opened the door and held the man in front of the ATM.
"Bank card, password!" They pointed a gun at the man's head, "Say it!"
The man tremblingly took out his wallet.
"Bang!" With a muffled sound, a masked gangster shattered the glass and flew out of the room.
"Spider...Spider-Man!" The abducted man shouted out as if he was dying.
"What?" The robber who was asking the man turned his head, and he frowned, "Did you shrink after resurrection?"
Seeing Spiderman approaching him, the robber quickly pushed the man's temple with the muzzle of a gun.
"Come again and I'll shoot you!"
To his surprise, Spider-Man really froze in place, instead of saying meaningless words while he was not paying attention while shooting spider silk and snatching the pistol as before.
"Hehe, are you really an imposter?" The robber suddenly laughed, "A rookie?"
The thin Spider-Man in front of him seemed to be touched by something, and he was about to say something for a moment.
A shot went off.
The other robber who had been blown away by Spider-Man before woke up, and he pulled the trigger on the abnormal Spider-Man in front of him without the slightest hesitation.
At the very moment, Spider-Man seemed to realize something, and dodged it. He avoided the bullet aimed at his head, but he was still a step too slow, and the bullet burst into blood on his left shoulder.
"Little boy, go home, hero games are not for you!" The robber who hijacked the man laughed.
"Game?" A cold, hoarse voice came from above.
Before waiting for the hijacker to react.
A spider's thread stuck to his gun.
Immediately afterwards, he saw a black and red figure suddenly appearing in front of him...
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