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The screen flashed, and a huge bust photo of a young man appeared.
"Peter. Parker, died at the age of 26..."
Not a Dutch brother?
"So I've come to a parallel universe?" He glanced at Flerken at his feet, "Hey, you little bastard, if you weren't wearing the appearance of a cute kitten, would you believe it?"
Orange cat. "Meow meow meow."
What are you talking about?
I don't understand this.
When you arrive in a strange place, you must first understand the situation.
I am unfamiliar with the place, and if I want to figure out the situation, it is best to have someone to help me. Mike found a few enthusiastic young people.
"Do you know who we are, 12th Street 76ers Gang, if you dare to take our things, you are finished!"
The gangster who was trading in the alley was an enthusiastic young man chosen by Mike. As a reward, Mike gave him a "brutal nose and face meal".
"I don't know about the Gang of Seven-Six... I've never heard of it. However, one thing is very certain..."
"You are really poor!"
From the four gangsters, a total of more than three hundred US dollar, mobile phones, and packaged ice-blue crystals were found. In the eyes-splitting expressions of the gangsters, Mike tore open the package and poured the ice-blue crystals into the sewer.
"Speaking of which, you don't know who I am, how do you find me? How do you end me?" Mike touched his chin, "Well, I have a little suggestion... It's better to choose a different day. Let your boss come directly here and I'll wait. It's considerate enough."
"I hope your boss is not as poor as you."
Four gangsters. "..."
Mike held the phone in front of one of the gangsters with one hand and smiled very kindly.
"Here, call your boss."
One hand pointed a gun at the gangster's head.
"You should know, you only need a living person to make a call."
"No, just have a mobile phone. No need for a living person."
"So, you decide whether you want to make this call or not. You don't have to force yourself."
Mike's eyes are very calm.
The little gangster is even more afraid.
He wasn't kidding, he really knew how to shoot.
And won't hesitate.
The little gangster took the phone with both hands and showed a flattering smile, "Don't force it, not at all, call it right away."
"Doctor J, this is a tip, we were robbed. Who robbed us? I don't know, it's just a handsome guy, very handsome."
This young man has an unusually strong desire to live.
Balabala said a lot.
The young man hung up the phone and offered it with both hands.
"Doctor J said to come right away."
"Doctor J?"
"Yes, our boss is an admirer of Philadelphia 76ers, especially Julius Erving. If you see someone wearing the old No. 6 red jersey of the Sixers later, it will be him."
Ten minutes later, two off-road vehicles parked outside the alley, and eight men with guns got out, looking menacing.
Half a minute later, there were eight more big men kneeling on the ground in the alley with their hands raised.
Mike had a stack of U. S. dollars in his hand, totaling less than two thousand U. S. dollars, as well as a few large, light gold chains.
"It's really a shame among drug dealers. If you are so poor, wouldn't it be nice to find a factory and work hard?"
Mike drove away in a black off-road vehicle and found a laptop in the car - an unexpected surprise.
Find a relatively remote motel.
"Ninety-nine a night US dollar, where's your driver's license?" The teller at the front desk of the hotel looked impatient and had a bad attitude.
Mike took out two hundred dollar bills.
Put one.
"This is the room fee."
Put another one.
"This is proof of identity."
The receptionist's eyes lit up and he quietly put one into his pocket and put the other into his account.
Then he smiled and handed over the room card, "Guest, this is your room card."
Suddenly, she saw the orange cat at Mike's feet.
His face changed.
"Guest, pets are not allowed in this hotel."
Mike had no choice but to take out another fifty dollar bill and put it on the counter and said:
"You are wrong. This is not a pet, but a cat toy, but it is made more realistic."
"Oh, maybe I was dazzled by staying up all night. I'm very sorry."
The room is small, with one bed, a TV, and a small bathroom. The wireless account number and password are posted on the wall.
Mike took a bath.
Then turn on the computer to check the information.
This world has roughly the same development trajectory as the original universe of Mike, but the details are almost completely overturned.
For example, the one who dominates the headlines online is Toni. Stark.
It's not a typo, it's "Ni".
The female version of Stark is in her fifties this year. She is a radical female boxer who is unmarried and infertile. She is defiant to the heavens and the earth. There is a video of her holding a banner wearing Iron Armor and White House circulating on the Internet.
There is also S.H.I.E.L.D., but I don't know if it has been penetrated into a sieve by Hydra.
Very little information is available.
No relevant information about Fury and Coulson could be found.
There is quite a lot of information about Spider-Man, and the headlines are about Peter. Parker. It feels like the whole world is mourning him.
Even Daily Bugle, who often grabbed Spider-Man, stopped for a day. I guess he was worried about the headlines in the future and how to be new and different.
Mike sneered.
If you are alive, don't cherish it. If you are dead, who will you cry to?
Because of the soaring number of police officer deaths?
Or is it criminal activity that is so rampant that it is heinous?
A few hours later, Mike had a clearer understanding of the new world and found a way to return to the original world.
"Miles. Mora Rice."
"Vision High School."
"Let's go and find out tomorrow."
Mike said softly.
Caroline Trainor, a student of Lady Octopus and Doctor Octopus, inherited the mantle of teacher after the death of the first generation Doctor Octopus and became the second generation Doctor Octopus.
She looked at the images and data on the screen with a trace of doubt in her eyes, "Why open channels to six other dimensions? This is unscientific."
Kingpin shouted at the side, "I don't care whether it's scientific or not, I just want the results. Tell me, can we proceed as planned?"
Lady Octopus nodded. "Of course. It was just a small accident last time."
Kingpin said, "Humph! Spider-Man is dead. Make sure there are no other accidents. This is your last chance, otherwise you will be fired."
Fired is a euphemism.
Lady Octopus didn't take Kingpin's threat seriously. On the surface, she and Kingpin had an employment relationship. In fact, they each got what they needed. At worst, they broke up and just found another sponsor.
After leaving the technology company's research institute, Kingpin said to his subordinate Tombstone: "Keep an eye on Caroline, she is yours, and you can do whatever you want. The premise is that Collider operates again and successfully opens the passage to other dimensions."
Tombstone, formerly known as Lonnie. Thompson. Lincoln, New York, a black man in the black area, suffered from severe albinism since he was a child. He grew up in the ridicule of the people around him and became callous and ruthless.
After accidentally coming into contact with Diox-3, Tombstone gained the superpower of invulnerability, body insulation and high body temperature, and only obeyed the orders of Kingpin.
"Yes."
Tombstone showed a cruel and perverted smile, "I like her octopus arms, I love her very much, hehehehehehe."