On the other side of the Parallel Universe, the Survivor Squad gathered before the screen, waiting for the mysterious person called "Harry Osborn" to reply.
Harry: [As his friend, what are you planning to do next?]
Zombie Universe Peter: [A survivor camp claims to have made progress in developing a drug. It's located at Lehigh Camp in New Jersey. We plan to go take a look.]
S.H.I.E.L.D.'s first base. Oyin marked the location in the coordinates.
In this universe, S.H.I.E.L.D. had long since become history. Everyone was momentarily stunned when they saw the term.
As for that message... the cure was complete, the world crisis was over. If only things could really go that smoothly.
Harry: [Understood. Same as last time, what help do you need? We can continue trading.]
Zombie Universe Peter: [Trading? Are you always this modest? We haven't given you money or anything. Or do you have some kind of psychological compulsiozxcvd...]
For some reason, the string turned into garbled text halfway through. The people in the laboratory all became slightly nervous.
New characters soon appeared on the screen, but the ID on the communication display had changed. They had probably switched speakers.
Hope: [Sorry, I'll take over. We're planning to head there. Maybe we can go together. This is the last hope, after all. We need to concentrate our strength.]
It seemed the survivors had not encountered any danger. Peter simply loved adding drama, so they collectively decided to switch to someone else for communication.
"Can we send them the zombie vaccine, or equipment or something?" Tony asked. Some people on the other side were friends he knew.
Even if they were only from a Parallel Universe, he still wanted to do something.
Tony's attitude was also the Avengers' attitude. Looking at them, if circumstances allowed,