Marvel's Dark Knight

Chapter 47 The damaged battle suit (please collect it)

When she was about to take off Bruce's suit, Aunt May looked up at Bruce and said, "You can do it without taking off the mask."

Bruce pulled a smile.

He took the initiative to raise his hand and took off his mask.

"That's too distrustful of you." Bruce smiled.

Looking at the child, Aunt Mei didn't say anything, but started to help Bruce take off the battle suit very seriously.

When all the battle suits were detached from Bruce's body, Aunt Mei now saw the injury behind Bruce.

Although his cloak and battle suit protected Bruce from most of the injuries at that time, there was still no way to resist all the injuries.

Several small fragments had torn through Bruce's protection and stuck to Bruce's back.

Although Aunt May helped Peter deal with his injuries before, Peter's physical strength and self-healing ability are destined to heal many injuries on his own.

But Bruce and Peter are not a concept at all.

"It might hurt." Aunt Mei took a deep breath and said, "Do you need anesthetic?"

"Just clean it up."

After hearing Bruce's words, Aunt Mei was still a little afraid to do anything.

But now Bruce has already disinfected his back first.

The medical hydrogen peroxide was poured directly on his back by Bruce. It was originally washed away because of the blood that continued to flow when he took off his battle suit.

Aunt Mei was quite aware of the pain of this method of disinfection, even the toughest person would inhale because of this method, but Bruce didn't make any movements.

She lay quietly on the chair, waiting for Aunt Mei to pick out all the pieces on her back.

Aunt Mei didn't know what the child had gone through, she just felt sorry for the child.

But that didn't stop Aunt May from picking out the pieces.

"Dang bang~ dang bang~"

Aunt Mei picked the pieces one by one into the tray beside her.

Bruce didn't say a word during this process, obviously the pain behind him was extremely exciting, but he always felt as if he was completely familiar with this feeling.

Time passed by, and when the last piece was picked out by Aunt Mei, even if she was an old man with a strong body, she couldn't hold it anymore.

Sitting on a chair beside her, Aunt Mei is a little bit out of strength now.

And Bruce stood up at this time, not caring about the blood still flowing behind him, he just smiled at Aunt May and began to wrap himself up with gauze.

The time just now allowed Bruce to recover a little bit of his strength.

Looking at the big boy, Aunt Mei said, "What are you going to do next?"

"Get rid of the current chaos in New York first, and then I will deal with those guys and our grievances." Bruce bandaged himself meticulously, not caring whether he would leave any scars on his body.

"I can help you." This time it wasn't Aunt Mei who was speaking, but the Red Death in the prison trying to stretch out his hand.

Red lightning accompanied by one after another small bats hovering around his hand.

"I'll fix it."

Bruce only left such a sentence for the Red Death.

"I still can't believe it. What the little reporter said before was right." Aunt Mei might be looking at Bruce's better spirit at this time, and said.

"Sometimes, the most unbelievable thing is what people do." Bruce said lightly.

And his eyes were on the bat suit that could no longer be worn anymore.

He stepped forward and removed the arm armor and other things that could still be used.

"We can make another one, can't we?" Aunt Mei recovered a little bit of strength, and walked towards the other side, under Aunt Mei's control.

A platform slowly descends from above.

There are various materials on it, and there is also a thing used to make the spider suit.

Something like a generator.

"Now we can use this thing to rebuild a battle suit for you." Aunt May sat on the seat and showed the thing to Bruce.

"Go up and try."

Bruce didn't speak, and walked directly to the platform.

When Bruce and Aunt May started making the suit, the little black spider who was taken away slowly woke up.

"Hey, where have you guys taken me? I still have two papers left to finish and probably missed my Spanish class today."

"stop."

"If I'm missing a quarter or two, my Spanish will probably only get a B. Hey, are any of you listening to me?" The little black spider tapped on the energy barrier in front of him, The four on the other side yelled.

"Stop!" Nick Fury really couldn't stand this guy's talk.

I have to say that just from this aspect, this guy is definitely the true biography of Spider-Man.

Same talkative.

Hearing Nick Fury's yelling, Miles stopped his words now: "When you get angry, you look a bit like my uncle."

"Who are you?" Nick Fury was not going to continue this conversation with this guy.

What he urgently needs now is to know whether this guy can bear the title of Spider-Man.

"Spider-Man!" Miles said such a sentence to Nick Fury without hesitation.

Nick Fury waved to the people behind him, signaling them to leave here, and he would have a good talk with the young Spider-Man.

Spider-Woman glanced at Miles, but said nothing.

At this moment, Nick Fury picked up the tablet in his hand, slid it twice, and displayed all the information about the little black spider in front of him.

"Miles Morales, who entered Brooklyn Vision Middle School this year, is still an elite. His father is a police inspector of the Brooklyn branch, and his mother is a nurse."

Nick Fury said all the investigations with a blank face.

Miles' eyes widened, but he was quite aware that his little disguise was completely flawed in front of Aegis.

"Okay, you're right." Miles spread his hands and spoke.

"So, how did you become Spider-Man, or were you turned into Spider-Man by someone?" Nick Fury's eyes were quite sharp.

Everything right now is unbelievable.

As soon as Spider-Man dies, another pops up.

It's hard not to think in another conspiracy direction.

Nick Fury prefers to believe that this is another Spider-Man sent to them by God.

That's why he's asking Spider-Woman to bring him back.

Miles wanted to say something, but at this moment Nick Fury reached out his hand to signal him not to speak for the time being.

On the other side, Spider-Woman had already drawn Miles' blood before and began laboratory analysis.

"He has almost the same genetic makeup as Peter Parker, probably bitten by a spider."

Hearing what the other end explained to himself, Nick Fury finally looked at Miles without much hostility.

But his conversation with this spider is far from over.