Marvel’s Death Merchant

Spider-Man finds himself imprisoned in a room that resembles a prison for severely mentally ill people.

Except for a bed, there were only white walls around it, but they were all soft and sponge-like, as if they were afraid of being knocked to death. There was a small door with a round glass window.

"Oh, why did you come to such a weird place again?" Spider-Man slammed the door hard, muttered, and began to think about how to leave the room.

Spider-Man's abilities are still very powerful. Spider-Man's sixth sense and other abilities enhanced by the virus are also quite good. Everything is slowly developing from a good place.

After studying it for a long time, Spider-Man gave up. After all, it was impossible for him to dismantle it and study it. And if it could be dismantled, there would be no need to use superpowers to get out.

At this time, Spider-Man heard a gentle creaking sound. He turned his head and saw a monitor staring at him.

Spider-Man thought for a moment, smiled, and used his ability to turn the monitor to the corner. This naturally exceeded the monitor's rotation angle. Soon, a "pili" sound was heard, and a sound appeared. Got smoked.

Spider-Man sat on the bed and waited, knowing that someone would definitely come to see him.

Sure enough, after a while, I saw a figure shaking in the round glass on the door, and heard the sound of the door opening.

Spider-Man was about to stand up when he was surprised by the two people who came in. They were wearing thick clothes.

Wearing heavy chemical protective suits, one of them held something like a tranquilizer gun in his hand.

They didn't speak. One of them had already picked up the anesthetic gun and pointed it at himself, while the other seemed to be looking for something in a pocket.

"You..." Spider-Man wanted to say something more, but the man with the tranquilizer gun seemed not to give Spider-Man a chance to speak. He had already pulled the trigger!

"Stop!" Spider-Man yelled and closed his eyes. He didn't want to fall into coma again and be studied like an animal by others!

But after a while, nothing happened. Spider-Man opened his eyes in confusion and saw the two people still standing there, but they seemed very scared. Although their expressions could not be seen under their thick helmets, they were still standing there. It can be seen in their trembling hands.

"Where's that bullet?" Spider-Man didn't have time to care about their situation. He was more concerned about the bullet they just shot.

But when he found the bullet, he was surprised.

The bullet stopped not far from my chest!

"Is this an improvement in my ability? It turns out that objects moving so fast cannot be controlled!"

But Spider-Man wasn't allowed to think any more, as the two men had already calmed down and were ready to shoot again.

Spider-Man did not intend to be passive anymore. He began to use his ability to "move". At this time, the bullet suspended in his chest quickly reversed direction and rushed towards the man holding the tranquilizer gun!

The man obviously didn't expect such a turn of events, and fell to the ground when he was hit by the inverted tranquilizer bomb.

The other person was also taken aback and hurriedly went to pull out the pistol stuck at his waist, but he didn't take it out for a while because of panic.

Spider-Man had regained his composure at this moment. He moved the tranquilizer gun on the ground again, slowly moved it to the chest of the man who was pulling out the gun, pulled out the blow, and fell to the ground.

Spider-Man didn't dare to stop, so he picked up the gun that the man had not pulled out, pulled it out, and rushed out of the house.

As soon as Spider-Man left this room, he realized that they were all the same rooms, all white, and there were many forks, making it difficult to tell the direction.

"Damn it, where is this place?" Spider-Man cursed. At this moment, from the corner of his eye, he saw that the monitor not far away was shining here. For a moment, the white light suddenly changed. It turns red and the sirens sound loudly.

"How many times have I heard this sound!" Spider-Man had no choice but to run in a random direction.

But faced with the same rooms and blaring alarms one after another, running around like this, he couldn't leave here at all. Spider-Man ran for a long time, but his feeling never changed.

But Spider-Man was running around, but the people here had goals. When Spider-Man turned a corner again, he met a dozen people in the same clothes as those who came to the room, but they were holding The weapon is no longer a tranquilizer gun, but a submachine gun.

Although Spider-Man himself felt that his abilities had been greatly improved, he was not ready to test it with his own life. His first reaction was to turn around and turn around.

However, he seemed to underestimate the efficiency of these people. Behind him, some more people rushed here.

Faced with this situation, Spider-Man had no choice but to stop and raise his hands, praying that these people would not kill him immediately, and thinking about how to escape.

A man standing at the front shouted something in English to Spider-Man, and then pointed to his feet.

Although Spider-Man has been in poor health recently, he still understands that he is asked to throw the gun he is still holding in his hand.

Spider-Man took a breath and thought to himself, "If you can control several guns at the same time, you will definitely be able to cause chaos, but I have never tried it..."

Spider-Man was still hesitant at first, but when he thought about his body, he decided to take a gamble.

He planned to control the guns in the hands of the people in front of him while throwing the gun out!

Seeing that the person on the other side had signaled again, Spider-Man threw the gun in front, and at the same time began to use the ability to control objects, preparing to affect the guns.

"The target wants to resist!" one of them shouted loudly! But he spoke in English, and Spider-Man did not understand it. At this time, Spider-Man's abilities had just begun to be conveyed, and had not completely left the hands of those people. And at this moment, they pulled the trigger.

"Click, click, click..." Spider-Man heard the sound of the gun and knew that his plan had failed. He hurriedly fell to the ground. However, thanks to Spider-Man's ability, it always hit their crosshairs and did not hit Spider-Man. Instead, they hit various places.

When Spider-Man saw the gunfire stopped, he wanted to look up, but a gun was pressed against his head.

"Follow us!" It was said this time, and Spider-Man understood.

But the sound of the door opening attracted everyone's attention.

The switch of a door here was damaged by a stray bullet and opened automatically.

"****!" The man holding the gun against Spider-Man said extremely angrily.

Spider-Man turned around to look, and saw a man nearly two meters tall stepping out of it. He was as skinny as the patient he had seen before, and he was also wearing a hospital gown, looking at him with dull eyes. The people in front of me...(To be continued.)