Chapter 59 Art Muse
"save……"
Peter opened his mouth, but the sound was stuck in his throat and no sound came out.
He was still wearing his uniform, but it was torn and blood was seeping from the rips.
As for Mark, it was even worse.
The room was filled with a sickening smell of blood.
Bant frowned.
He could see that most of Peter's injuries were superficial, so he wasn't too nervous, but Mark looked like he was really in danger of death.
"what happened?"
He quickly walked over to Peter and pulled out a small bottle of potion.
Mark was lucky because he brought back a few bottles of medicine. He originally planned to keep them at home for emergency use, but he didn't expect that they would come in handy immediately.
Peter watched as Bant stabbed the bottle of potion into Daredevil's neck.
He subconsciously felt something was a little weird, and his mind was thinking about the lizard serum not long ago.
If it really is that thing, it can indeed save Daredevil's life, but the other party will also turn into a monster!
"Don't worry, I've improved the potion."
After all the green serum was injected, it immediately began to take effect.
The wounds on Mark's body began to heal quickly, and he was slowly regaining consciousness.
"Um……"
He felt his mind was completely blank, and confusing information from the outside world flooded into his mind, making it difficult for him to think for a while.
The next moment, a heavy blow hit the back of his neck.
Mark fainted again.
"Why did you knock him out again?" Peter shouted before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, looking at Bant in disbelief who had not yet put down his knife.
"if not?"
Bant asked back.
"Let him wake up, and then know your true identity and home address. The next time he gets hurt or encounters a problem that he can't solve, he will come back and bring danger to Uncle Ben and Aunt May?"
He said unhappily.
In fact, Bant was a little dissatisfied with the fact that Peter brought Mark home today.
Of course, he also knew that Mark could use his ears to distinguish each person's different heartbeat frequencies and thus confirm the other person's identity.
So Spider-Man’s identity cannot be hidden from Mark.
But having the other person guess it is different from telling him directly.
He was now sending a signal to Mark to "stay away from this house."
"I..." Peter was at a loss for words, "I don't know where to take him. I can't take him to the hospital."
But what he said is true.
Bant's tone softened, and he said, "Next time, bring a few potions with you before you go out."
In fact, the self-healing serum cannot be mass-produced in a short period of time, mainly due to the shortage of raw materials. The current number of mutant lizards raised by Primus is difficult to support large-scale production.
However, Bant has already asked Connors to prepare to build an ecological park.
"So, what's going on?"
Peter originally put Mark on the bed, but Bant made him lie on the floor first, then took out the air freshener and sprayed it a few times.
"I don't know, that's a little too weird."
Peter stammered, but he quickly cleared his thoughts and started from the beginning.
A few days ago, he met Daredevil in Manhattan, and the two got to know each other through fighting.
Daredevil, however, is not happy about Spider-Man meddling in his affairs.
This aroused Peter's fighting spirit.
He wanted to prove that he could do it just as well as Daredevil.
The two men were competing secretly, and the ones who were unlucky were naturally the gangsters in Hell's Kitchen.
But when Peter went to Hell's Kitchen again tonight, something happened.
They were attacked.
"I understand, but who could beat you like this?" Bant asked. But in fact, he already had a guess.
Daredevil's most famous enemies are the Kingpin and the Hand, and the wounds on Peter's body are mostly lacerations, which are obviously the tricks of the Hand ninja.
If our luck is even worse, Kingpin might be working with the Hand.
Peter was much calmer at this moment.
The injuries on his body were actually not serious, and were even far less serious than the time he was scratched by Dr. Connors.
The reason why he was so flustered was actually because of the enemy he met this time.
"You have no idea how terrifying that monster is!"
He recalled the wrapped man, with two holes on his face where his eyes were, but what was exposed was not pupils, but darkness that kept bleeding.
"too crazy!"
He was a little overwhelmed, and still felt a chill when he thought of that monster.
Dr. Lizard looked scary, but Peter felt something else about him. He had goosebumps all over his body.
Peter took a deep breath and continued:
"My spider sense isn't working at all, and Daredevil's senses aren't working either."
"Spider-sense not working?"
Bant asked in surprise.
In fact, he didn't know much about the story of Daredevil. He only knew two of his more famous enemies, the Kingpin and the Hand.
Even the internal members of the Shura Society only mentioned one Madam Gao.
But an enemy that can disable Spider-Sense is indeed worth noting.
"After we met that guy, we were attacked by a group of ninjas. Daredevil was also seriously injured, so I quickly fled with him."
Bant rubbed his chin and thought.
At this time, Mark groaned again. The effect of the self-healing serum was still working, so that he woke up a little too quickly.
But just as he was about to reach out to touch the back of his neck, Bant quickly stabbed him again.
Snapped!
Daredevil fell down again.
Peter's eyelids twitched as he watched, fearing that Bant would give the other party a concussion.
"Take him away first, and then we'll go find out who that guy is." Bant did not transform, but put on the spider suit.
At the same time, he also threw the new Spider-suit to Peter.
"Wow!"
Peter's eyes lit up.
Although the new suit looks similar to the old one, the details are much more refined.
At least the suits printed by high-precision machines don't have so many loose threads...
"I upgraded the spider web shooter and added many new functions and equipment. I'll give you a manual when the time comes."
The two men climbed out of the window and swung toward Manhattan.
at the same time.
In Hell's Kitchen.
The artist Muse was standing in front of a huge wall at this moment. He frantically grabbed a black policeman and slammed him to the ground, ignoring his wailing and begging for mercy. He picked up a knife and cut the other's throat.
then.
He grabbed a bucket, placed it under the man's throat, and let the blood flow into it.
A few minutes later, the policeman bled to death.
Muse picked up the bucket, shook it unsatisfactorily, and said disappointedly:
"This little bit of paint is not enough..."
How can one's great artistic creation be created without the nourishment of blood?
"More blood is needed!"
Thanks to Starry Chenguang for the 100-point reward, and thank you boss. Also, it’s Tuesday, please read on.
Art muse, should be the enemy of blind spot, crazy just like the clown in Marvel
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