Parker's mouth twitched. If not for the fact that his nearly forty-year-old equipment was still intact, he might have believed Russell's nonsense.
"Who are you people? Why did you capture me?"
Parker struggled a few times and discovered that the webbing had been tied with great skill—the more he struggled, the tighter it became. He simply gave up.
He frowned and shook his head. His whole face was numb, completely devoid of sensation. He vaguely remembered that after entering this world and discovering that another version of himself had died, he had begun investigating the cause.
As a superhero, Parker had complete confidence in his own strength. He did not believe that "he" could have died in an earthquake...
Miles was an exception!
Parker remembered being knocked unconscious by Miles. He woke up a few times along the way, with freezing concrete and steel slapping haphazardly against his face, and then he could not remember anything else.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Miles tied up like a dumpling. So Miles was not an accomplice.
They had been looted while unconscious!
Parker lamented his rotten luck. Over the past few years, he had been getting more and more unlucky...
As he was lamenting, he suddenly sucked in a cold breath. The guy whose head had been blown apart on the ground was slowly getting back up.
He knew this guy. It was Deadpool!
Oh no, why was this silly bird here?
"Quick, untie me. I suddenly remembered that I still have to save the world. I can't waste time here."
Parker rolled over and wriggled forward like a maggot, only for Deadpool to grab his foot and drag him back.
"Wade, he seems to know you."
Russell raised a brow. There was no mistaking it—everyone who knew