American comics: Playing Spider-Man at the beginning, wandering around and losing contact

Chapter 141: Weird Uninvited Guests

"Logan, I know you're worried. Those guys are really hard to deal with."

Standing at the door of the bar, under the flashing neon lights, Remi seemed to feel much more comfortable after lighting a cigarette. He stood there, flicked some ash on the ground, and then looked back.

After confirming Kailus' plan, Logan, who was quite depressed, lowered his eyes and looked at the bumpy ground on the side of the road, his brown eyes full of worry.

However, Remi, who had some free time to smoke a cigarette, was in a different mood from Logan. With his unique background and experience, his experience was not much less than that of the 100-year-old Logan.

He always had a mysterious feeling, and he didn't know the reason for this feeling. Even he himself couldn't be sure why, so he didn't explain it to others in detail.

He believed that Kailus would solve everything.

That slightly immature face flashed through his mind, and Remi smiled slightly.

Logan blinked, then nodded as if in tacit agreement. He asked Remi for a cigarette, as if he felt that after smoking it, all his useless worries would be swept away and dissipated like the wind.

"Huh? Why didn't you say so earlier..." Remy looked at Logan's outstretched hand and the cigarette in his mouth and answered hesitantly. He felt his pockets but didn't find anything. Then he remembered that he had casually placed the cigarette box on the coffee table in the box.

"Oh... it's all because of my damn memory. I'm really getting old... I even forgot the treasures I carry with me..." Remi exhaled light smoke rings from his mouth and muttered to himself.

Then he turned around and walked back into the bar full of lights and wine.

"Hey..." Logan shouted, but Remi ignored him.

Looking at Remi's back, Logan recalled that Kailus seemed to have not come out yet.

Tick.

Tick.

Turbid water drops fell from somewhere in the sky and suddenly landed on the bumpy ground. Logan turned around and raised his eyes to look at the gray-black artificial dome of the underground entertainment city. He didn't see anything strange out of the corner of his eye, but it shouldn't rain in this place.

Frowning, Logan looked around.

All around, towering buildings stand in layers, bringing an inexplicable sense of oppression. The gaps between the buildings are indescribably deep. At this moment, the streets are like a woven net, and any flying insects that stray into it will be trapped in it.

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In the reception hall of the bar, the lights above their heads switched colors rhythmically, alternating between light and dark, illuminating the drunk people who were toasting, twisting their bodies and dancing wantonly. Their consciousness seemed to be integrated with the noisy and harsh music around them, and they were completely unaware of what was happening around them.

Two figures walked abruptly among the dancing figures, wearing baseball caps and wrapped in thick clothes. Different from the unrestrained dancers around them, they seemed to be deliberately hiding themselves.

They came to the bar in silence, and the uniformed bartender swayed his body to feel the rhythm while wiping the glassware at hand out of boredom.

Seeing these two strange figures, the sharp-minded bartender stopped what he was doing in time and his sharp eyes swept over the two of them at an extremely fast speed.

"..."

The man walking in front was relatively burly. He knocked on the bar table, stretched out a photo from his sleeve and placed it on the bar.

"What do you two need? Let me tell you in advance that we will charge a service fee for strangers."

The bartender walked over calmly, with a hint of arrogance in his tone. As a bartender in a place like this, he had seen many strange guests, many of whom behaved very strangely, but he was sure that no one would be so blind as to cause trouble here.

Not far from here is a temporary booth of the Special Investigation Team responsible for patrolling security. Those Special Investigation Team members who like to wear uniforms and cover their faces to arrest people are not to be trifled with.

The bartender calmly placed the empty glass in his hand on the table and glanced briefly at the scene in the photo.

After noticing the bartender's gaze, the burly figure deliberately retracted his hand, and his fingers with black nails burrowed into his sleeves like a mouse.

"...Are you two here to look for someone? May I ask what your relationship is with this person?" "..."

The burly figure snorted roughly, his tone quite disdainful.

It is prey, but just prey.

"I'm sorry... We don't support this business here for the time being. However, if you have a glass of our special drink, I would like to chat with you two for a while."

Seeing the other party's silence, the bartender pushed the photo on the bar back without much hesitation and rejected it coldly.

"..."

The burly man noticed the bartender's nonchalant expression, his body trembled slightly, and an unknown low strange cry came out of his mouth, expressing his dissatisfaction.

"...Sir, this is not a mental hospital. But if you need anything, I can help you contact a mental hospital." The bartender sneered.

The bartender said in a sarcastic tone.

Suddenly, the figure leaped up at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye, came to the front of the bar, and grabbed his neck.

"Ugh! Ugh!" The bartender's face turned red.

At this moment, he understood.

This kind of power...is not something humans can possess!

Click.

At this moment, the camera in the corner slowly turned and captured this astonishing scene, and the alarm sounded at the defense point in the bar.

Soon, in the darkness, a bullet was loaded. It was a anesthetic bullet enough to tranquilize an elephant.

"... If you pinch this guy like this, it will make too much noise. Be careful not to alert the enemy and end up in trouble."

At this time, another figure came to the bar along with the burly figure and spoke in human language.

"Oh? I heard from the doctor that you are very smart... Then according to you... what should I do?"

The man who was strangling the bartender's neck turned his head and looked at the figure in front of him who was smarter than him, and asked in a daze.

"In order to make less noise, you should... just kill him directly." The man responded with a sinister laugh.

"good idea."

At this moment, the bartender, who was strangled by the neck and unable to move at all, finally mustered up a little strength and pulled out the revolver from his waist.

He pulled the trigger without hesitation at the guy's forehead.

Bang!
The bullet left the gun and a flash of fire appeared, like a bolt of thunder out of the blue, making the entire bar, which was originally noisy, fall into deathly silence in an instant.

In an instant, the black silk threads spread all over the body at an incredibly smooth speed, and the figure also expanded several times.

"Bullets... hehe, my body, you know what? Human, I'm the strongest among the symbiotes... shoot bullets at me?"

Happy Children's Day!

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(End of this chapter)