Things about living in Marvel

Chapter 199
Spider-Man leaned against a wall and carefully approached an ordinary-looking office building.

"This is where Colt and the others found that Marshall often went to?" He looked at this building that can be seen everywhere in New York, "Did Osborn really re-establish his power here..."

Although he wanted to believe Norman Osborn emotionally, years of experience made him no longer the youthful young man he used to be. He quietly opened the window and Spider-Man climbed into the building.

If Osborn is really united with the Sinister Six, and this is really their base camp, he must be careful.

"Fortunately, there is no movement from the spider sensor..." This made him feel a little relieved, and then he slowly started to investigate the rooms on each floor from the top floor down.

……

Post's Psychology Clinic.

"Hello, Dr. Langte." Colt walked into the consultation room in formal attire.

"Hello, Mr. Carl." Post took out a folder from the desk, "I really didn't expect that we would see each other again."

"As I said before, I can see that you are a very professional and highly skilled psychiatrist, and you also know that in my line of work, you will always see many uncomfortable scenes." Cole Te casually sat on the sofa and leaned back, "And I know my problems very well, and I am willing to face them and solve them."

"Well, this is a good thing. Many people think that they have a strong mental capacity, and they will only get themselves into distress in the end." Post nodded in agreement, and he recorded something in the medical record while answering.

"I thought you would ask me why I didn't choose a counselor inside the FBI." Colt looked at the ornamental plants placed on Post's desk.

"It's not important, is it? At least I can make a fortune." Post seems to be teasing.

"That's true." Colt showed a distressed expression, "I was a little embarrassed by a case I took over recently."

"Well." Post put on a posture of listening carefully, "If possible, I hope to get some more specific information, which will help us communicate."

"Of course." Colt said in a low tone, "We recently arrested a criminal who committed many crimes that cannot be forgiven."

"Yeah." Post said he was listening.

"However, according to our investigation, he is not the mastermind behind all this. In fact, he is also a poor man." Colt continued.

"So, you have doubts about justice and the law?" Post asked tentatively.

"No, I don't have any doubts about these things." Colt shook his head, "I know he committed a crime and his crime should be punished. There is nothing wrong with that. But I want more, or what I want now It is to let those who use his remaining humanity to force him to do evil and are still at large receive the punishment they deserve."

"That's right, it's your job, isn't it? To catch those prisoners." Post nodded, "I'm starting to understand, you feel like you caught someone who didn't look so bad and let those who look worse Get away with it, so you are a little... urgent?"

"Maybe it can be said that." Colt sat up straight, "but I don't think my current mood is urgent. On the contrary, I prefer to describe my mood as a little angry."

"Angry?" Post frowned, "Why do you say that?"

"To be honest, because of some of my experiences, I hate criminals more, but for most criminals, I can't say that I hate. I just want them to go where they should go. But there is a Except for criminals, I hate those who use manipulation of others to achieve their own goals, and only to satisfy their vanity or desire. Compared with those out-and-out villains, I hate those who clearly do evil, but don’t want to get their hands dirty people."

"Haha, that's true." Post smiled and sat back in his seat.

"I hope you don't touch that drawer," Colt said the moment Post sat down.

"What did you say?" Post wondered.

"There is a revolver hidden in the second drawer to your right," Colt replied calmly. "You kept it in a decorative box."

"Oh..." Post sighed, "I just thought you would come here and come to me directly."

"You should have thought of all this when you were trying to act in front of me." Colt replied sitting on the sofa, "So, where are Mrs. Adams and Marshall?"

"You don't seem to understand one thing." Post stood up with a smile, and he walked steadily to Colt's side, "I have the ability, but you don't."

"You're right, I hid the gun, but I didn't use it against you." Post stood in front of Colt, "Do you remember Edmond?"

"Remember, that's why we first met, wasn't it? You faked his suicide." Colt looked at Poster standing in front of him without any fear, and his tone was neither hasty nor slow.

"Yeah, I faked his suicide, but, do you know how I did it?" Post chuckled and squatted down to level with the sitting Colt.

Colt looked straight at his glasses.

"You are very unusual." Post looked at the calm eyes in front of him and said, "I don't know if you are good at acting or really so calm.

"Or are you acting?

"I have to say, you're really good, whether you're actually able to stay calm right now or pretend to be calm.

"But I have to say, a person like this came to me, you really made a huge mistake, you are very smart, you are very powerful, in terms of analysis alone, you have seen through all my plans."

Post slowly came to Colt's side, he reached out and grabbed Colt's shoulder: "But, you made a very low-level mistake.

"You don't have any fighting ability, and you are too conceited.

"Do you know? I used to be like you. I thought I could predict everything, but I didn't. So, from that moment on, I always warned myself not to put myself in a dangerous situation.

"I thought I had won the octopus, but the fact is that I didn't. Self-righteousness is the enemy of people like us." Post said with a smile, "Of course, you may not have the chance to understand all this."

He reached out and pressed Colt's shoulder: "Now, do you feel that you have no resistance in front of my strength..."

"No, I didn't. I understand everything you said. It's you who really don't understand."

Poster's eyes widened in panic, and he backed away while clutching his abdomen tremblingly.

Colt was still sitting on the sofa, but in his right hand was a dagger that was dripping blood.

"You..." Post held his wound on his abdomen and hesitated to speak.

"You have never learned not to underestimate your enemy." Colt said, "Also, you have not always ensured your own safety."

"you……"

"You have to understand one thing, I'm not Spider-Man." Colt continued, "It's hard for me to kill people, but it's not that hard to hurt people. If you run away now , then there is a high probability that he will not die.

"Yes, I know that your ability is not really strong and physically superhuman. Although I don't know what your ability is, but judging from our current performance, I think it should be some kind of weakening. Bar?
"You were in good control before, even in the confrontation with Spider-Man you didn't make him feel any weakness, but now you are panicking, so, I think that's why I can't stand up anymore Bar?"

Post didn't try to fight back by touching the gun in the drawer. Since the other party already knew there was a gun there and dared to sit here like this, he could guess that the other party was ready even with his toes.

"Escape!" This was his only thought, while the other party was still controlled by his ability and could not move freely, he hurriedly escaped.

……

Someone approached.

Spider-Man nimbly jumped up to the ceiling and hid in the ventilation duct.

Several researchers in white coats passed in the corridor below him.

He didn't jump off again until the opponent had disappeared from sight.

He searched for several rooms forward, and suddenly, he found a locked research room.

Look left and right, there is no one in private.

He stretched out the spider web launcher in his right hand and shot a beam of electric shock spider webs at the electromagnetic door lock.

"Crack!" The door opened.

"Sorry to overload you." He said to the door lock, then pushed the door open a small crack, and crept in.

It seems to be break time, and there is no one in the lab.

Spider-Man found a computer and turned it on.

He bypassed the power-on password with a virus and started looking for clues in the files.

"This... this is!" Suddenly, he was surprised to find a video of the experiment.

In the video, several researchers are operating a huge life support cabin.

"No way..." Spider-Man vaguely knew what it was.

"She is seriously ill, and there is no way to cure her with our current medical level." A researcher seemed to be reporting to someone off-screen.

"Then keep her from dying first!" The voice from outside the screen made Spider-man understand everything in an instant.

Soon, to test his point, a middle-aged man walks into the camera.

Norman Osborn.

In the end all good ideas are delusional.Spider-Man sighed.

Now that everything is known, he should go now.

However, just as he was about to shut down and leave, another file caught his attention.

"Such a coincidence?" Spider-Man keenly discovered that there was an experiment record named after Nevin Marshall's initials in this computer.

He looked around, but no one came back yet.

Opening the drawer, he found that this was Marshall's laboratory.

"No wonder no one..." Spider-Man sighed.

Since the Green Goblin is just a play played by Marshall and Osborn, Marshall will naturally no longer appear here to work.

But even though he was mentally prepared, Marshall's research still made Spider-Man's eyes widen.

"After a long period of radiation and genetic modification, test item No. 273 finally survived." Marshall showed a transparent box containing mice in the audio-visual recording.

"The new Green Goblin Serum has a stronger physiological strengthening ability than the past, and it is more stable and less prone to getting out of control." Marshall seemed very excited, "With this new product, we may be able to create a more powerful Green Goblin Serum." magic."

"Is he really still improving the Green Goblin serum?" Spider-Man's heart became heavier. Marshall was obviously not a good person. He knew exactly what kind of person the Green Goblin was, and even knew that Osborn used the Tarantula's wife's Plan, however, he chose to help Osborne.

"Then I'm afraid the previous battle was just self-directed and self-acted." Although he was reminded a long time ago, after he really got the truth, Spider-Man still felt a feeling of being deceived and betrayed.

After all, he was the father of his best friend.

After all, he still stood in a hostile position.

Spider-Man sighed, and copied all the information. He still doesn't know the specific location where they conducted these experiments, but maybe Colt can find it.

……

Fortunately, his Inhuman mutation actually strengthened his physical fitness to an inconspicuous level.

Post endured the severe pain and drove wildly.

He didn't dare to go to a regular hospital. He was very aware of his abilities. Colt had recovered a long time ago. He probably had already notified SHIELD to stay in a nearby hospital. If he went, he would be in a trap.

Without any hesitation, Post rushed straight to a somewhat remote dwelling.

Parking the car casually around, he got out of the car tremblingly, and rushed into the room.

"What's the matter with you!" Seeing Poster rushing in, Osborn jumped up in shock, and he was taken aback when he saw Poster's wound.

"Hurry up, there is a high probability that it is not safe here." Post said and began to undress, he tore off his coat and pants with difficulty and threw them on the ground, "There is a high probability that I have been installed with a transmitter, let's go quickly .”

"You came to find me after being installed with a transmitter?" Osborne was furious, and Post was cheating his teammates.

"I will confess to you even if I am caught!" Post replied shamelessly, "So you can only choose to save me."

"I can still kill you!" Osborn raised his gun.

"You still need me, and although I am injured now, it may not be an opportunity." Post replied with difficulty, "This is our best chance to counterattack."

Osborn squinted at him.

"Save me, or you will never get your company back." After speaking, Post passed out on the ground.

Osborne silently watched Post who was in shock due to excessive blood loss, and gritted his teeth. He finally knelt down and simply and quickly stopped the bleeding for Post, then carried him on his back.

　Recently, it is 4000 words, one chapter and two in one. If I pass the exam next week, I will have nothing to do later. I plan to try two chapters of 4000 a day.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)