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Peter Parker stood in front of the passage leading to the underground shelter, ready to change back into civilian clothes before entering this "home" where he had been for several years.

The entire shelter knew that Spider-Man was protecting them, but even in the future, Peter still worked hard to maintain his "secret identity."

Although he no longer needed to do so in this rotten era.

But the past had entangled him and turned hiding into an unchangeable habit.

He walked into a hidden "changing room" in the dark without turning on the lights. The small light inside the closet illuminated Peter's eyes.

Silently, Spider-Man took off his mask and threw it into the closet. He struggled to take off his shirt, and when the tight-fitting suit was removed, his suppressed belly suddenly "jumped" out.

Looking at the "freed" belly fat jumping, Peter was speechless for a few seconds before sighing deeply.

He seemed to recall his "glory" when he was young. At that time, with his eight-pack abs, he could wander around the city all day without getting tired.

But now, he couldn't do it anymore.

Now he couldn't even deal with a group of mutant zombies.

Has his power weakened?

Peter asked himself, then clenched his fist and felt the terrifying power that had declined significantly from its peak. He once again got the answer to this question.

Perhaps it's a change in mentality?

After all, the way a man in his thirties views the world is different from that of a young man in his twenties, especially after experiencing Aunt May's death, the breakup and divorce with Mary Jane, attending his ex-wife's wedding and becoming a failure in her daughter's eyes, witnessing the collapse of the world, and the apocalypse after his friend's death...

Peter shrugged, recalling his experiences over the years and feeling somewhat relieved.

Even superheroes have enough reasons to change their mentality after experiencing all these bad things.

Anyway, the city is gone.

Anyway, Spider-Man's current existence is just a big security guard for the shelter, and his life seems to have lost much meaning.

"Snap!"

The broken light in the changing room suddenly turned on, making Spider-Man, who was in a strange emotional state, alert and turn around.

Then he saw a young man he didn't know standing at the door, holding a strange multi-functional military knife. He had just repaired the aging circuit.

In this narrow changing room, Mason without a helmet and Peter Parker, who had just taken off his shirt and was wearing a white vest, faced each other under the bright light.

"Uh, sorry, I didn't know someone was here."

Mason's gaze involuntarily fell on Peter Parker's "bulging" belly, which was too "bloated" for a superhero. His belly was almost popping out from under his vest.

Hey, even I, a 17-year-old high school dropout, have six-pack abs. Is it really okay for a superhero like you to have such poor body management?

Mason withdrew his gaze with a strange expression and apologized:

"Because you didn't make any sound, and we are not allowed to enter your shelter but need a place to stay overnight... Well, let me just ask, how did your body become like this?...

The super spider genes theoretically allow you to have a super strong body that can beat up dozens of people even when you're eighty years old.

How indulgent have you been!

Drinking ten bottles of soda and eating thirty high-calorie hamburgers every day?"

"Shut up!"

The middle-aged Spider-Man scolded angrily, threw his shirt into the closet, took off his pants, and then took out a loose gray tracksuit from it.

As he closed the password locker, sharp-eyed Mason noticed an old photo stuck on the cabinet door.

It was a kind-looking old lady taking a picture with a young Peter.

Both of them were smiling.

The man in front of him had obviously not smiled for a long time.

"So, Aunt May..."

Mason fell silent for a few seconds and said softly:

"She passed away during the apocalypse, right?"

"It's none of your business! Outsider."

Spider-Man pulled up the hood of his tracksuit to cover his messy brown hair and said:

"Stop asking irrelevant questions. You are not allowed to bring your people into the shelter. I will keep an eye on you. Go left for thirty meters, and there is a storeroom where you can rest."

After speaking, this cold middle-aged Spider-Man walked past Mason and intended to leave.

The aura of keeping strangers at a distance from him was really obvious.

It didn't seem like a disguise.

That seemed to be his current state of life.

"You know, I liked reading comics when I was a kid."

When Spider-Man reached the door, Mason suddenly said:

"I have a terrible family. I only recently found out that the man who always beat me up is not my father. When I was beaten up and had a bruised face, I would hide in my bed in the storeroom and read comics to escape reality.

I have two favorite superheroes.

One is called Batman.

He fights criminals like my father barehanded in the city at night, breaking their bones. The other is Wolverine, and he's even more extreme.

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He always turns bad guys into kebabs."

Spider-Man continued forward indifferently, and then Mason reached out and put his hand on his shoulder, saying:"But you were my third favorite superhero when I was a child. It's not that your charm is inferior to Master and Logan, but at that time, I thought you were too kind and naive.

But as I grew up, I gradually realized that I could never become someone like Master or Logan. But as long as I keep a kind heart, I can become like you."

Mason said softly, "Peter Parker, what have you been through to become like this?

I'm really curious about your story and this world. I guess you don't have many friends now, and you'll be sulking alone when you go back.

So why not take some time to tell me?"

"I have no obligation to satisfy your boring curiosity, outsider."

Peter pushed Mason's hand away and sarcastically said, "Why don't you go find your companions at Osborn Tower? Maybe Sandman is interested in telling you what he and his gang have done to this world."

"I came here to kill Sandman."

Mason said softly, "My companions have already infiltrated Osborn Tower. If you have the patience, you might be able to witness how we personally execute Sandman and his team.

Oh, by the way.

The reason why Sandman is in such a miserable state and escaped back to this world is because in my world, I sold him and his gang to my powerful allies.

I also personally opened the door to the world and sent him back.

If you hate him, Peter.

Then you have enough reason to speak to me in a gentler and kinder manner."

As he spoke, Mason took out the secret execution order issued by Mr. Hunter and handed it to Spider-Man. Spider-Man was stunned for a moment, took it and looked at it, and then looked at Mason with suspicion on his face.

After a dozen seconds of silence, he said, "Are you trying to get information from me?"

"Yes."

Mason nodded and admitted, "You can think of it that way, but what I said just now was not fake. As an outsider who has come into contact with you, you should know that in many parallel worlds, your legendary stories exist in the form of comics or movies.

I treasure every version of your story, Peter. You and Mary Jane, you and Gwen Stacy, you and Black Cat, you and Black Widow, and so on..."

"I never had a deep relationship with Black Widow! You bastard, don't slander me!"

The middle-aged Spider-Man sneered and said, "And the Avengers have long been gone. In the year before the apocalypse broke out, some died, some escaped, and many became members of your team.

As for Black Widow.

I heard she was one of the first to leave. After Hawkeye and Egghead became zombies, those two guys are probably still wandering in the ruins of the Nevada desert."

Perhaps it was something that Mason took out that made Spider-Man feel his sincerity. In any case, this middle-aged superhero who had lost his dreams and was in a state of despair didn't rush to leave.

Although he still had a gloomy and cynical look, he did start to tell Mason some things.

"Do you have a cigarette? Give me one. It's hard to find such a luxury in this dump."

He asked.

Mason took out a pack of Silka cigarettes from his bag. This was one of the "tactical supplies" that Zacon left with him. He had brought a few boxes for that bastard, but they hadn't been used up yet.

He personally handed it to the middle-aged Spider-Man and lit it with magic fire.

Peter Parker, who had completely failed in managing his physique, leaned against the wall with peeling paint. He skillfully exhaled smoke rings while rubbing his stubbly chin.

His thick dark circles, formed from staying up late for a long time, looked up and down at Mason.

In the rising smoke, he said, "Considering the qualities of the various outsiders I have seen, you are indeed too young. What do you want to know? Ask, and in return for this pack of cigarettes, I can give you fifteen minutes."

"Can I have thirty minutes instead?"

Mason blinked and took out a few more packs of Silka cigarettes and handed them over.

This action made the middle-aged Spider-Man snort, but he didn't refuse. After accepting them all, he gestured with his chin for Mason to start asking.

"What happened here?"

Mason went straight to the point and said, "Is the rest of the world still intact? What's the deal with the earthquakes that happen every thirty minutes?"

"That's three questions!"

Spider-Man snorted and said, "But it can be summed up in one answer. This place has suffered from the apocalypse. As you can see, a terrible virus has swept the world overnight, turning infected people into a different form. People like Goblin have gained some kind of 'rebirth' after death. Safe cities have become dangerous, while the wilderness has become a popular place to live.

The Avengers, who were divided by the civil war, have struggled to regroup and prepare for a counterattack.

Unfortunately, there were internal disagreements, and some continued to fight while others betrayed and defected. The heroes are already dead, wandering in the ruins of the world in a humiliating manner, and some have been taken away.

Then wave after wave of outsiders turned this place into... well, some kind of 'talent market.'

Those who are considered valuable by them are taken away, like Gwen and Frank. The remaining people silently endure, waiting for a dawn of hope that may never come.

As for the rest of the world, I can only tell you that I don't know."At least in North America, there is only one large gathering place left, which is Osborn Tower. However, that place belongs to Osborn, and the Green Devil is one of the first group of miscellaneous people who joined the new owner.

He relied on a successful leap to become a nobleman in the end times.

I guess the frequent earthquakes must be related to that tower, but I don't know exactly what they are doing, and I'm not even interested."

Peter Parker remained silent for a moment, threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it, saying:

"It's already difficult for us to survive, and everything outside is meaningless to us."

He flicked out another cigarette, glanced at Mason thoughtfully, and said:

"Even if you execute the Sandman and get rid of the Green Devil, it doesn't mean much. The ones who truly rule this apocalypse are not them. You have a military stationed on the island outside Osborn City, and they defeated the Avengers.

I saw it with my own eyes, even Thor was..."

Ah, it was a terrible day."

"That's not our military. Although it is indeed a 'brother organization,' we are actually just a group of cunning adventurers. Fighting is not our responsibility."

Mason shrugged, corrected Peter's statement, and asked:

"Is there still a resistance organization here? I mean those who secretly resist Osborn's rule, who quietly enter the city to execute the traitors. I may need some help."

"Yes."

The middle-aged Spider-Man smiled and snapped his fingers, gesturing for Mason to follow.

He didn't mention the matter of allowing Team K to enter the shelter anymore. After a series of tedious identity verifications, Peter, with a cigarette in his mouth, led the four people into an elevator that went straight underground.

After several minutes of descent, they arrived at a shelter at least 100 meters underground.

When the elevator door opened, what came into view was a completely excavated super large underground cave, and the artificial lighting facilities extended from Mason's eyes to the end several kilometers away...

It was like an underground workshop, with a complete residential area and roads planned.

If it weren't for the dim rock layers around, it would hardly be any different from a small town.

Mason looked up and could still vaguely see the logos of the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. on the graffiti-covered metal walls, but that was probably a long time ago.

"Go straight along Manhattan Street, turn left at the third intersection, and the sixth house is the location of the resistance organization."

Peter patted Mason's shoulder and said, "Go, find people who are willing to help you, and don't bother me anymore. I have a date at the bar tonight... Thanks again for the cigarettes, young man."

After speaking, this decadent guy put on his sunglasses and left swaggeringly. He even whistled at a few flamboyantly dressed girls on the way, as if they were familiar with each other.

This scene was nothing special to the other three members of Team K.

But for Mason, it was quite surprising. He didn't expect that Spider-Man, the embodiment of kindness, would also have such... well, carefree side?

On the way to the resistance organization, Barbara curiously asked, and Mason thought for a moment and replied briefly:

"Can you imagine Batman one day giving up patrolling with his bulky figure, ignoring the chaos in Gotham, smoking, drinking, getting a buzz cut, and abandoning Selina and Talia to hang out with a group of roadside dancers?

If you can't imagine it, then you can understand how I feel now."

"Huh? Are you comparing that decadent weird uncle to Bruce?"

Barbara said in surprise, "That's too exaggerated, right?"

"Exaggerated?"

Mason shrugged and said, "You really know nothing about exaggeration, Barbara. The things that guy did when he was young are something even Bruce would willingly give a thumbs up to.

Although their styles of doing things are completely different, they are indeed the same kind of people."

"That guy is amazing, amazing in every way."

Bucket, who had been silent, observed the surroundings and whispered, "If it's purely a physical fight, even Bruce would have a hard time defeating him.

If it's a fight to the death, he could kill me in at most fifty moves. It seems that he is secretly protecting this place, otherwise the thousands of people here would not be able to resist the enhanced zombies outside."

"That person feels strange to me."

Captain Jack observed the brightly lit small houses on both sides of the road and expressed his opinion, "He is not really tired of this world, I can feel it. He just doesn't have a reason to continue. Do you guys understand that feeling?

It's like a kite with a broken string, there's nothing pulling him, so he doesn't know where to drift."

"Aunt May is dead."

Mason sighed and said, "She drove Gwen away with her own hands, witnessed her friends die in battle, watched former comrades-in-arms defect and betray, and the city he had always protected turned into ruins.

Indeed, the reasons worth fighting for have all disappeared.

But it's not right!"

Mason frowned and said, "Mary Jane should still be here. With that woman, Peter couldn't possibly be so decadent... Huh?"

Mason pushed open the door of the resistance organization and immediately saw a red-haired sister sitting behind the desk with a bored expression, holding a cigarette in her hand and looking melancholy out the window.

Judging from the dusty plaque on the table, this lady is the "leader of the resistance army" that Peter mentioned?

"Wait..."Mason stared at her and said in a strange tone,

"Mary Jane?"