This is a small road that is not even considered a branch. It is a bit inappropriate to call it a road. It is just an alley, or a dead end, and the distance is wider than the alley where Captain America often beats, and can park used cars for residents in a single row.
On both sides of the alley are old-fashioned residential apartment buildings with bricks and stones, clotheslines are hung above their heads, several iron fire escape ladders are bent to the ground, street lights that have not been repaired all year round, trash cans filled with black bags, and a few Cat Star people gathered together to silently discuss how to conquer the earth.
At the end of the dead end, Russell found his home. The cold iron sheet was very thick. This scene was very picturesque, which made him doubt the identity arranged by the system. He might not be a good person.
Russell touched his pocket and couldn't find the key, but there was no big problem. Based on his years of experience, the pot of cactus placed beside him was very suspicious.
Sure enough, after moving the flower pot, he found a key.
This is a two-story building with all the windows facing away from the alley. Judging from the internal structure, it is the layout of the office building, but I don’t know how it got into his hands.
Outside the window is a spacious and bright park, but unfortunately there is no other door open, otherwise it would be nice to sleep in under the shade of the trees.
Russell felt that the second floor building was definitely not simple, so he frowned and searched, and found two M1911 pistols and a box of bullets in the drawer of the master bedroom.
He took off the magazine and found that it was full of bullets, but he didn't have any security.In addition, there are four spare magazines, which are also filled with bullets.
He is a person with a story, I like this character!
Russell raised his brows and suddenly became interested in his identity. He flipped through the bookshelf several times and finally found a diary in his desk.
‘I was nervous and uneasy. I dreamed of being shot to death every day, but I didn’t know if I could…’
‘Although some accidents happened, the ending seemed good, we became brothers…’
'They were caught, but I was powerless and even a little excited...'
‘……’
Russell looked at it and quickly flipped through the diary. At first, he didn't see anything, but his face changed drastically after a moment.
‘It’s been three years, and it’s clear that she’s going to be three years. She’s already married, and I…’
‘Three years and three years, when will it be...’
‘Insomnia, irritability, I’m tired of it…’
‘The man called me today and somehow, I told the man that they were doing serious business…’
‘I may not be able to look back, but who has understood my loneliness…’
‘……’
Russell picked up his diary, turned to the bathroom, burned it clean without expression, and pressed the flush toilet.
It is true that he likes the character of a story, but it is too exciting. Then again, what is the number of the person’s phone number? Is it still too late to call him?
Russell came to the phone, flipped through the messy phone book, and quickly gave up treatment because even if he found the person's phone number, he didn't know what to say.
What do you know who 'they' are!
This time his identity was a bit pitiful. He was just called a hero by Spider, but he turned around and was slapped in the face... Russell continued to search for clues in the house. Five minutes later, he found the basement entrance in the first floor compartment.
Turn on the light!Push the door!
A smell of disinfectant came to my face, and it felt like I was in the hospital. It was true. This was a surgical operating room with shadowless lights, operating tables, emergency trolleys and other equipment.
It is not as complete as formal equipment, but it is completely fine to take bullets and suture the wound.
So, I am an unknown soldier who has entered the underground world, and I am a surgeon... It's very good. I can save lives and help the wounded, regardless of whether the patient is good or bad. I can continue to be a hero.
Russell turned off the light and left, and returned to the second floor again. His identity was clear, not as bad as he thought.The most important thing now is where his small votes are hidden?
Behind the head of the master bedroom, Russell found a safe embedded in the wall, and violently pried it open, and sorted out a stack of batters.
Brother, that's wrong!But it doesn't matter, I'll help you get back to the ranks of evil nemesis!
……
At twelve o'clock in the night shift, Russell was idle and thought about going out for a walk. But as soon as he put on his jacket, the iron door was knocked on.
Russell frowned and opened the observation port on the iron door. Before he could see who it was, Franklin was stuffed in a few photos.
(1'')
Thinking about his current identity, Russell cursed with bad luck and opened the iron door outward.
One black and two white, three people on the road, who were obviously not good at all, walked in. One of the white men was supported, with a blood-colored face, a blue mouth, and a weak arm drooping.
Doctor, business is here!
Well, come with me!
Russell tilted his head towards the basement and took out the bullet. It was very simple, and it was divided into three steps in total.
Cut the wound with a knife, grab the bullet with tweezers, and suture it with needle and thread. After that, prescribe some anti-inflammatory drugs to let the patient take more pig liver to replenish blood.
Russell was a little excited when he had the first surgery.
Bang!
A strange noise came from a room on the second floor, and the sound was loud. Not only Russell, but even the three people in the road heard it.
doctor?
Russell replied irresponsibly: Don’t look at me, I’m the only one at home, maybe I’m a thief.
The three of them changed their faces and turned away out of caution. Russell did not stop them. He locked the door and walked upstairs, wanting to see who was blind and dared to steal from his evil nemesis territory.
With two M1911s in hand, Russell strode on the second floor and kicked open the study door at the end of the corridor. The desk lamp on the desk was turned on, and a burly man sat on the boss's chair, with his back facing him and sucking mist.
The man hid in the shadows, and the cigarette he was sucking out of his desk. This behavior was too arrogant for a thief.
Who are you?Russell frowned slightly. Could it be that he is the ‘that person’?
Man, it doesn’t matter who I am, the key is who you are?The burly man stood up from the boss's chair, wearing a black robe and a hood. The bulging muscles supported the black robe very wide. His height was two meters tall, and he had a mask on his face.
Russell's sharp look was very familiar to him, thinking that the other party was imitating him, but after three seconds he decisively denied it, because the other party's face was not a mask at all, but avatars that were cut from the poster.
Wolverine in the X-Men!
Where did the Wolverine come from in this ghost world?
Russell stared at him and couldn't speak. The world was not as simple as he thought. It was definitely not just Spider-Man.
Now, outsiders, answer my question, who are you, where are you, and what is the purpose of approaching Peter Parker?
Russell thoughtfully when he heard this and raised two M1911: Yes, but you must tell me first, who are you?Why are there Wolverine posters?
Hahaha, you really know!
The man laughed loudly, then pointed to the poster avatar on his face, and said proudly: Let me tell you the truth, I am Wolverine.
It is impossible. It is true that Wolverine is a muscle-strong man, but he is a short man, absolutely no two meters away.Russell shook his head decisively. A normal person would definitely not put a poster on his face. This is a fake person in front of him, and he is very perfunctory.
It makes sense that Wolverine is indeed very short and not as tall as the chassis... The burly man muttered in a low voice and pulled off the poster on his face.
hiss!!
Russell took a breath, and under the poster was a dark and hideous face, with white eyes covered with red eyeshadows, followed by a bloody mouth covered with fangs, and a long tongue sticking out with disgusting mucus.
It's indeed not Wolverine, this guy is Venom!
venom!?
Russell spoke out in disbelief, remembering that there was Venom in this version of Spider-Man, but not now, but after the villain Dr. Octopus.
It comes to Earth from the universe, possesses Spider-Man Peter Parker, is abandoned and attached to a reporter, forming a villain duo with the Sandman.
Haha, even Venom, I am becoming more and more curious about your identity.
On both sides of the alley are old-fashioned residential apartment buildings with bricks and stones, clotheslines are hung above their heads, several iron fire escape ladders are bent to the ground, street lights that have not been repaired all year round, trash cans filled with black bags, and a few Cat Star people gathered together to silently discuss how to conquer the earth.
At the end of the dead end, Russell found his home. The cold iron sheet was very thick. This scene was very picturesque, which made him doubt the identity arranged by the system. He might not be a good person.
Russell touched his pocket and couldn't find the key, but there was no big problem. Based on his years of experience, the pot of cactus placed beside him was very suspicious.
Sure enough, after moving the flower pot, he found a key.
This is a two-story building with all the windows facing away from the alley. Judging from the internal structure, it is the layout of the office building, but I don’t know how it got into his hands.
Outside the window is a spacious and bright park, but unfortunately there is no other door open, otherwise it would be nice to sleep in under the shade of the trees.
Russell felt that the second floor building was definitely not simple, so he frowned and searched, and found two M1911 pistols and a box of bullets in the drawer of the master bedroom.
He took off the magazine and found that it was full of bullets, but he didn't have any security.In addition, there are four spare magazines, which are also filled with bullets.
He is a person with a story, I like this character!
Russell raised his brows and suddenly became interested in his identity. He flipped through the bookshelf several times and finally found a diary in his desk.
‘I was nervous and uneasy. I dreamed of being shot to death every day, but I didn’t know if I could…’
‘Although some accidents happened, the ending seemed good, we became brothers…’
'They were caught, but I was powerless and even a little excited...'
‘……’
Russell looked at it and quickly flipped through the diary. At first, he didn't see anything, but his face changed drastically after a moment.
‘It’s been three years, and it’s clear that she’s going to be three years. She’s already married, and I…’
‘Three years and three years, when will it be...’
‘Insomnia, irritability, I’m tired of it…’
‘The man called me today and somehow, I told the man that they were doing serious business…’
‘I may not be able to look back, but who has understood my loneliness…’
‘……’
Russell picked up his diary, turned to the bathroom, burned it clean without expression, and pressed the flush toilet.
It is true that he likes the character of a story, but it is too exciting. Then again, what is the number of the person’s phone number? Is it still too late to call him?
Russell came to the phone, flipped through the messy phone book, and quickly gave up treatment because even if he found the person's phone number, he didn't know what to say.
What do you know who 'they' are!
This time his identity was a bit pitiful. He was just called a hero by Spider, but he turned around and was slapped in the face... Russell continued to search for clues in the house. Five minutes later, he found the basement entrance in the first floor compartment.
Turn on the light!Push the door!
A smell of disinfectant came to my face, and it felt like I was in the hospital. It was true. This was a surgical operating room with shadowless lights, operating tables, emergency trolleys and other equipment.
It is not as complete as formal equipment, but it is completely fine to take bullets and suture the wound.
So, I am an unknown soldier who has entered the underground world, and I am a surgeon... It's very good. I can save lives and help the wounded, regardless of whether the patient is good or bad. I can continue to be a hero.
Russell turned off the light and left, and returned to the second floor again. His identity was clear, not as bad as he thought.The most important thing now is where his small votes are hidden?
Behind the head of the master bedroom, Russell found a safe embedded in the wall, and violently pried it open, and sorted out a stack of batters.
Brother, that's wrong!But it doesn't matter, I'll help you get back to the ranks of evil nemesis!
……
At twelve o'clock in the night shift, Russell was idle and thought about going out for a walk. But as soon as he put on his jacket, the iron door was knocked on.
Russell frowned and opened the observation port on the iron door. Before he could see who it was, Franklin was stuffed in a few photos.
(1'')
Thinking about his current identity, Russell cursed with bad luck and opened the iron door outward.
One black and two white, three people on the road, who were obviously not good at all, walked in. One of the white men was supported, with a blood-colored face, a blue mouth, and a weak arm drooping.
Doctor, business is here!
Well, come with me!
Russell tilted his head towards the basement and took out the bullet. It was very simple, and it was divided into three steps in total.
Cut the wound with a knife, grab the bullet with tweezers, and suture it with needle and thread. After that, prescribe some anti-inflammatory drugs to let the patient take more pig liver to replenish blood.
Russell was a little excited when he had the first surgery.
Bang!
A strange noise came from a room on the second floor, and the sound was loud. Not only Russell, but even the three people in the road heard it.
doctor?
Russell replied irresponsibly: Don’t look at me, I’m the only one at home, maybe I’m a thief.
The three of them changed their faces and turned away out of caution. Russell did not stop them. He locked the door and walked upstairs, wanting to see who was blind and dared to steal from his evil nemesis territory.
With two M1911s in hand, Russell strode on the second floor and kicked open the study door at the end of the corridor. The desk lamp on the desk was turned on, and a burly man sat on the boss's chair, with his back facing him and sucking mist.
The man hid in the shadows, and the cigarette he was sucking out of his desk. This behavior was too arrogant for a thief.
Who are you?Russell frowned slightly. Could it be that he is the ‘that person’?
Man, it doesn’t matter who I am, the key is who you are?The burly man stood up from the boss's chair, wearing a black robe and a hood. The bulging muscles supported the black robe very wide. His height was two meters tall, and he had a mask on his face.
Russell's sharp look was very familiar to him, thinking that the other party was imitating him, but after three seconds he decisively denied it, because the other party's face was not a mask at all, but avatars that were cut from the poster.
Wolverine in the X-Men!
Where did the Wolverine come from in this ghost world?
Russell stared at him and couldn't speak. The world was not as simple as he thought. It was definitely not just Spider-Man.
Now, outsiders, answer my question, who are you, where are you, and what is the purpose of approaching Peter Parker?
Russell thoughtfully when he heard this and raised two M1911: Yes, but you must tell me first, who are you?Why are there Wolverine posters?
Hahaha, you really know!
The man laughed loudly, then pointed to the poster avatar on his face, and said proudly: Let me tell you the truth, I am Wolverine.
It is impossible. It is true that Wolverine is a muscle-strong man, but he is a short man, absolutely no two meters away.Russell shook his head decisively. A normal person would definitely not put a poster on his face. This is a fake person in front of him, and he is very perfunctory.
It makes sense that Wolverine is indeed very short and not as tall as the chassis... The burly man muttered in a low voice and pulled off the poster on his face.
hiss!!
Russell took a breath, and under the poster was a dark and hideous face, with white eyes covered with red eyeshadows, followed by a bloody mouth covered with fangs, and a long tongue sticking out with disgusting mucus.
It's indeed not Wolverine, this guy is Venom!
venom!?
Russell spoke out in disbelief, remembering that there was Venom in this version of Spider-Man, but not now, but after the villain Dr. Octopus.
It comes to Earth from the universe, possesses Spider-Man Peter Parker, is abandoned and attached to a reporter, forming a villain duo with the Sandman.
Haha, even Venom, I am becoming more and more curious about your identity.
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