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Inna's attitude was not surprising to Nick Fury.

Nick Fury even wanted to laugh at this.

This kind of problem similar to the trolley problem will certainly get different results for different people.

Nick Fury is not incapable of taking risks or sacrifices.

It's just that he has never encountered something that only he can do.

"The power of the Nephalem?

It is indeed fascinating, but it is not something that I must get.

In fact, there are not many things in this world that will definitely operate according to human will.

I just hope that humans can have the opportunity to control their own destiny.

Before humans get this power, I will use my way to protect all humans."

Nick Fury's words were very firm, without any hesitation.

"Maybe you can contact Leoric. Although I don't like the Skeleton King, Leoric has a lot of training methods in his hands.

That thing should be able to give humans the opportunity to master their own power."

Yinna's smile made people feel heavy at this time.

Nick Fury thought about whether he needed to contact Leoric.

But he didn't make up his mind in the end.

After all, Leoric's appearance is not the kind of person who is easy to talk to.

In the eyes of outsiders, Leoric should be a stubborn person.

"Ms. Yinna, do you have anything else to ask now?

If not, I have to leave now.

After all, I am just a person in charge of SHIELD and cannot fully represent the position of all human beings."

Nick Fury said goodbye, which was not stiff.

Although the disappearance of tens of thousands of people is a very small number for this planet.

But behind this incident is a strong invasion of humans by the Burning Hell!

Humans can't just watch their own people disappear in the attacks of demons every time.

"You can go and do your thing.

I happen to have something to do.

At a suitable time, I will come to you in person to discuss this matter with you.

As for the problem of the Sky Temple, you don't need to worry too much."

Yinna closed her eyes slightly.

Constantine on the side seemed to have noticed something, with a distorted feeling on his face.

"If I may be so presumptuous, God of the Sky, do you not intend to listen to the voice of humans?

Although you just said that you are adapting to being a living person,

this adaptation does not seem to be to the extent that both you and I are satisfied."

Constantine's voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat.

Her hostility towards Yinna was obvious.

"I'm still adapting. Do you remember what I said before?

The essence of a monk is control.

I won't lose control. Before my body and mind are consistent, I won't do anything dangerous.

Perhaps you can understand it a little bit?"

Yinna's voice began to become dreamy and sweet.

The feeling of giving all the good things to the world appeared in Yinna again.

Constantine couldn't tell. He couldn't be sure whether Yinna in front of him was really as upright as she said.

A person who is used to deceiving others will not easily believe in the sincerity of others.

In Constantine's eyes, suspicion is also a necessity for his survival.

In this case, there doesn't seem to be much to say.

"I have no comment on this.

But I hope you can know that humans are not powerless in the face of natural disasters."

Constantine's words were a bit threatening.

Yina would not care.

She is the sky.

Even as a monk and a Nephalem.

It is impossible to separate the sky from her.

After all, Yinna, who holds the power of the sky, has given the monks a protection similar to the fate of the barbarians in a sense.

There are not many secrets under the sky.

Under the observation of the sky, the monks can always get guidance from the gods.

For example, how to choose the path they want to take.

"You are like a child who is worried that the sky will fall and hit his head.

Constantine, John Constantine.

The sky usually does not fall.

Unless I die in battle, I will have that kind of performance.

You can forget your worries.

Because when the sky falls to the ground, there will always be people stronger and taller than you to support it.

So do you have anything else to say?"

Yina said with a smile.

She showed a gentleness that was all-embracing.

Constantine began to feel confused.

He could not understand what kind of existence Yinna was.

An unfathomable person?

Or was it that no matter what they saw, it was just their expectation of the sky?

It is said that the blue sky is the result of the atmosphere being stained by the color of the ocean.

So what is the real color of the sky?

"No, Yinna.

I hope you can always exist as a monk, instead of being a god telling humans that the power of God cannot be coveted."

Constantine said in a sighing tone.

With a strange expression on his face.

Constantine began to doubt whether his will was influenced by Yinna in some way he didn't know.

He was even afraid of it!

...

In the office building of the Daily Bugle, Peter Parker had just handed his photo to the somewhat harsh editor-in-chief J. Jonah Jameson.

Peter Parker was ready to be verbally attacked.

He didn't want to say anything about it now.

Spider-Man didn't wear his mask at this time, but his face full of pain and self-blame had already fully displayed his clarity in the eyes of others.

"Peter Parker, what's the value of your photo with only a ball of black fog?

Or is there something you want to say in the spider web in the corner of the photo?"

Jameson's voice was as harsh as ever.

But Peter Parker didn't care at this time.

He was suffering from the fact that he didn't help anyone in the Despair Plains incident in Lacanos that just happened and just ended.

"I think..."

"Peter Parker, I tell you, I have been dealing with the truth all my life.

Why do you think I do this?

Is it just for sales, to earn the wealth that is never enough?

You are a reporter, why should you be disappointed with what you can't do?"

Jameson's words seemed to have a hint.

But Peter Parker didn't listen at all at this time.

He was still suffering from his powerlessness.

"Okay Peter Parker, go back and drink a cup of hot milk, and then have a good sleep.

Tomorrow I want to see you bring real valuable news photos."

Jameson waved his hand.

But Peter Parker didn't see it at all.

Jameson had to pat the table to draw the young boy's attention back.

Then he repeated what he had said before with a somewhat dissatisfied tone.

Peter Parker left the office building of the Daily Bugle with a heavy face, and he planned to return to his temporary hut.

After Peter Parker's figure was seen by Jameson from the window, the mean boss let out a long sigh.

Then he lit a cigar that was still half left.

"You are just a good neighbor of the citizens, why do you ask yourself to do everything as if you can do everything?

I still hate guys like you who wear masks, but you still need to take handsome photos of yourself tomorrow.

Peter Parker, you have helped and influenced many people without knowing it."

Jameson's words seemed to be talking to himself.

In the office building full of hurried figures, only the boss's office can still be somewhat calm.

J. Jonah Jameson.

He knew who he was, a reporter who was always in the internship period, very early.

Who in the world can be more familiar with Spider-Man than Spider-Man?

It can only be him.

I don't know how many photos of Spider-Man he has seen every day. Can't he tell from a person's walking, sitting or lying?

Don't make a fuss, he is the owner of a newspaper, and the editor-in-chief of the newspaper.

This newspaper was Jameson himself from the beginning, using one photo after another to make his first pot of gold.

He discovered the truth that Peter Parker is Spider-Man very early, but he never took the initiative to expose it.

He hates Spider-Man because he thinks that people wearing masks can never be trusted!

This is the truth that his father, who has the halo of a war hero, told him with cruel facts!

He is glamorous and enjoys all the praise outside, but he is cruel and cold at home and hurts every family member.

All the glamorous things turned into a mask.

And Spider-Man is somewhat similar to his father.

Or maybe there is a little jealousy in his heart.

Jealous Spider-Man can wear a mask and do the heroic deeds that any child has imagined.

It's just that when this kind of fantasy hero appears in reality, there will always be children imitating this behavior.

But it is full of danger.

"Peter Parker, a poor guy who can't find his home.

You failed to save nearly 10,000 neighbors, and I can't help a superhero wearing a mask.

But I can help one of my intern reporters have a good dinner at dinner."

Jameson muttered to himself, and then dialed the phone of a home-style restaurant.

During the phone call, Jameson ordered a lot of food.

For a lonely young man, it is definitely a feast.

"Don't forget, you must deliver it before the milk gets cold.

Then come to the Daily Bugle office to collect the payment you need."

Jameson finished speaking in his usual arrogant tone and hung up the phone.

Then he put out the cigar that had just been lit for a while.

This man is always trustworthy when it comes to Spider-Man.

But he will never give a little good face to the kid who thinks he has hidden his identity well!

Unless his life is about to come to an end, he will open his heart to express his praise for Spider-Man.

Peter Parker received his dinner as expected.

Although he asked many times, the delivery man did not say who ordered the meal for him.

Spider-Man was a little worried about this.

Worried about whether his identity was exposed?

Worried about whether he became the center of some conspiracy again.

This man has lost a lot of things.

He came to a new world inexplicably from his own world. The feeling of loneliness and crisis made it almost impossible for him to rest well.

The spider sense that was originally his greatest safety guarantee seemed to be out of control recently.

Almost every moment he could feel the sense of crisis constantly sounding the sirens.

Peter Parker's condition was getting worse and worse.

"Be sure to drink the milk before it gets cold?

I seem to have heard similar instructions somewhere before.

Could it be my stingy boss?

Those handsome photos can only get a few dozen dollars each.

Will he order such a luxurious dinner for me?"

Peter Parker asked himself in the mirror in front of the sink.

His eyes were a little red, which was the mark left after not having a good rest for too long.

The full red blood made him look a little scary.

Pah~

A black thing fell beside Peter Parker.

That thing looked like a ball of oil.

But it was moving slowly.

Peter Parker put on the Spider-Man hood in front of himself in the mirror.

Then he saw himself in the mirror in a black suit!

"I am Spider-Man!

I am a good neighbor of New York citizens!

I feel great!"

Peter Parker's voice became louder and louder, just like the brainwashing at the morning meeting of those companies that boasted about wolf culture.

Peter Parker completely ignored his changes, but looked at the dark self in the mirror and felt that he was so handsome!

He even wanted to dance on the road to celebrate his "new life"!

"Can I eat some of your internal organs?"

A chaotic voice that seemed to be separated by several walls sounded in Peter Parker's head.

But Peter Parker didn't notice it at all.

Instead, he pulled off his mask.

Then he showed a confident smile to himself in the mirror!

A dark Spider-Man is not necessarily a bad guy.

In some worlds, wearing a black battle suit also means that Spider-Man is going to be ruthless.

This man moves quickly and seems not strong enough.

But in fact, he can turn a person into a meat paste with one punch!

A black battle suit often means that this guy will no longer restrain the power of his body!

In other worlds, Spider-Man in a black battle suit will also put on a windbreaker.

When the spider sense takes effect, he can also see a red totem next to his head.

But unfortunately, this Spider-Man at this time is not in those situations.

Because his black battle suit is not his red battle suit that is dyed with color.

It is formed by a weird thing.

That thing is called a symbiote, and the symbiote has its own name. This one is called Venom!