It's obvious.
Ian is not looking in the wrong place.
But he obviously came a little late.
The battle is over.
"This is normal. After all, I am from DC, and in our world, even the fastest men are late every day." Ian turned his eyes to the frozen square, where the corpses of soldiers were scattered all over the place. In the center of this mess, Gwen Stacy was leaning against the broken wall.
She was still wearing the same combat uniform, but a huge hole had been torn open in the combat uniform, and her internal organs leaked out of her abdominal cavity, dragging a shocking trace on the snow.
"Hi! Gwen! Good evening!" Ian waved to Gwen enthusiastically. After all, among the remains of soldiers on the ground, there was only one person he knew who was still breathing.
"It's morning..."
Gwen also saw Ian at this time. She was very speechless about this man who always appeared and disappeared mysteriously. Even when she was dying, she still did not forget to correct Ian.
"For me, it's night now." Ian didn't care about the other party's attitude. He looked at the bloody ground around him and was a little surprised that he seemed to be quite adaptable.
"What's going on here?"
Ian picked up a relatively clean gun and poked Gwen who was leaning against the wall of the fountain. Since Gwen closed his eyes, he suspected that the girl might burp at any time.
Of course.
Like the soldiers around him, Ian knew that Gwen could actually be "resurrected".
"Don't poke me in the mouth!"
The dying Gwen didn't know where he got the strength. He raised his hand and grabbed the muzzle of the gun that Ian was poking at, and then called for help to Ian in a weak voice after "returning to the light".
"Kill me."
Yes.
This is a cry for help.
Due to her special physical condition, she was unable to die, and her strong vitality became a problem. Ian raised his eyebrows, but before he opened his mouth, Demons at his waist had already taken the lead.
"He doesn't like killing, he promised his father." "The Demons head on the waist seems to be trying to please Ian, and cooperates with this Dimension Demon God disguised as a human cub.
However.
"Shut up!"
Ian gave Demon Head a large sum of money.
"Then again, you don't have to listen to what dad says. It's like my dad told me to be loyal to Trigon, but look at my fate now."
Demons changed his words promptly.
It is really unclear what Ian thinks.
"Demons..."
Gwen looked at the talking head on Ian's waist - it turned out to be another uncontaminated extraordinary individual. Some extremely complex emotions flashed across her eyes.
He raised his head and looked at Ian again with eyes full of confusion.
"How could it be? Everyone...Demons... should cease to exist." Her chest kept rising and falling, and it looked like she was about to die at any moment, but she couldn't breathe her last breath.
"Help me!"
She asked for help again.
"Do you have to die to be resurrected? Can't there be ten, no, a hundred thousand of you at the same time?" Ian probably also saw why the other party was anxious to die.
"We are not clones."
Seeing that Ian didn't take any action, Gwen could only sigh and answer, "You really don't know anything. This is so abnormal. What Tony recorded is not our data and memory."
"You underestimate him too much. You underestimate our last Savior - he carries the soul of every person in the universe, not the illusory biological information." Gwen's hand grabbing the muzzle of the gun dropped again, his pale lips barely moved, and his voice was as soft as a snowflake falling to the ground.
"Can this still happen?"
Ian is amazing.
"Can this still happen?"
Demon Head became a repeater.
It's not intentional.
But the information it heard was beyond its cognitive scope.
"Now, can you kill me? You can ask Tony himself for the specific details later." Gwen begged in his voice, which made Ian, who still wanted to ask what happened, a little embarrassed.
"No problem, I'm good at killing people." Ian made a promise, and immediately took a few steps forward, squatted down, and first tried to cover Gwen's nose and mouth with one hand.
However.
After realizing that his hands were not big enough, he threw away the Laser Gun he was holding under the blank expression of Gwen, and used both hands to murder Gwen.
Only seen.
Ian pinched Gwen's nose with one hand, and covered Gwen's slightly open mouth with one hand. Such killing skills not only shocked Gwen, but also made Minotaur Demon very confused.
"You should break her neck."
Demons couldn't hold back after all and gave his sincere suggestions.
"I know! But blood will spurt out from her mouth and nose! Do you know how expensive my clothes are?" Ian still remembers how difficult it was to wash the clothes that were stained with blood.
"..."
"..."
Demons and Gwen, whose mouths and noses were covered, were both speechless at the same time.
The girl's eyes widened.
I couldn't speak again.
He could only smear some blood on the ground with his hands and start writing on the snow next to him, "I want to die quickly... Also, you stepped on my rectum!!!"
Her notes are scrawled.
Finally, three exclamation points were used to express the inner mood at this time. Ian looked down and found that he was standing on Gwen's exposed intestines.
"A woman's mouth is a liar, it's clearly a colon." Ian took a few steps back and loosened his hands, which allowed Gwen, who had been holding his breath for half a day, to start breathing again.
"?!?!"
Gwen could no longer find words to curse. She hated herself for having so few reserves in this area. She gritted her teeth and slowly stretched her trembling fingers towards her abdominal cavity.
Instead of asking this hateful boy to help, Gwen felt that it would be better to end it on her own. But at this moment, she seemed to have suddenly seen something and stopped to end her own life.
"Heaven! Experimental subject!"
Gwen's weak voice was filled with tension.
"Experimental subject?"
Ian looked up but saw nothing.
At this time, Demons at the waist suddenly spoke again, "Is that what she is talking about? It looks really beautiful. Oh, how can such a wonderful dimension give birth to such a beautiful life!"
Its tone is admiring.
Ian turned around and looked at the sky.
The next moment.
"Oh, my father... what the hell is this?" Ian's head was buzzing, and his whole body felt like it was struck by lightning. He wanted to pick out his eyeballs on the spot and wash them with disinfectant.
"Okay, okay! If you can't eat PinHaoFan at the end of the day, you'll start playing with the corpses, right?" Ian realized that the survivors of this world seemed to be playing a very new innovation.
Only seen.
A strange figure is suspended in mid-air. Homelander's iconic blue uniform wraps his strong body, but that body is connected to Hulk's thick arms and thighs.
The muscular limbs formed an absurd contrast with the relatively slender torso.
Snowflakes are falling.
Dissolve quickly.
"Put the body together" stared at Ian with red eyes.