It's a little bit of a road, it's not even a branch, it's a bit of a road, it's just an alley, or a dead end, and it's a little wider than the alley where Captain America is often beaten, and it can park the residents' second-hand cars in a single row.

On both sides of the alley are old-fashioned residential apartment buildings with visible masonry, clotheslines hanging overhead, several iron fire escape ladders bending to the ground, street lamps that have not been repaired for many years, garbage cans piled up with large black bags, and a few cats who have gathered together to discuss how to conquer the earth.

At the end of the dead end, Russell found his door, the cold iron sheet was very thick, and this scene was very picturesque, making him suspect that the identity of the system arrangement might not be a good person.

Russell fumbled in his pocket and couldn't find the key, but it wasn't a big problem, and based on his years of experience, the pot of cactus balls on the side was very suspicious.

Sure enough, after moving the flowerpot, he found a key.

This is a small two-story building, the windows are all facing away from the other side of the alley, looking at the internal structure is the layout of an office building, I just don't know how it got into his hands.

Outside the window is a spacious and bright park, but unfortunately there is no more door, otherwise it seems good to sleep in the shade of the trees.

Russell felt that the two-story building must not be simple, so he frowned and searched, and found two M1911 pistols in the drawer of the master bedroom, as well as a box of yellow stirrup bullets.

He removed the magazine and found it full of bullets, but it was not safed. In addition to this, there are four spare magazines, which are also stuffed with bullets.

"It's a person with a story, I like this kind of character!"

Russell raised his eyebrows, suddenly interested in his identity, he rummaged through the bookshelves several times, and finally found a diary in the desk.

'Nervous, uneasy, every day I dream of being shot to death, I don't know if I can do it......

'Although there were some accidents, it seemed to end well, and we became brothers......

'They were caught, but I couldn't do anything about it, and I was even a little excited......

‘……’

Russell glanced at ten lines, quickly flipped through the diary, didn't see anything at first, and after a while, his face changed drastically.

'It's been three years, it's been three years, she's married, and I'm ......'

'Three years and three years, when is the first ......'

'Insomnia, irritability, irritability, I'm tired of ......'

'The man called me today, and somehow I told the guy that they were doing serious business......

'I may not be able to turn back, but who understands my loneliness......

‘……’

Russell picked up the journal, turned to the bathroom, burned it with a blank face, and pressed the flushing toilet.

He likes to have a story about the character design, but this is too exciting, then again, what is the phone number of that person, is it too late to call now?

Russell came to the telephone, flipped through the messy phone book, and quickly gave up on treatment, because even if he found the man's phone, he didn't know what to say.

Hell knows who 'they' are!

"This time the identity is a bit pitiful, I was just said to be a hero by the little spider, and I was slapped in the face when I turned around......" Russell continued to rummage through the house for clues, and five minutes later, he found the basement entrance in the compartment on the first floor.

Turn on the lights! Push the door!

The smell of disinfectant water came to my face, and it felt like following up the hospital, and it was indeed the case, this is a surgical operating room, with shadowless lights, operating tables, emergency trolleys and other equipment.

It's not as well equipped as a regular one, but it's perfectly fine to take the bullet and suture the wound.

"So, I'm an unsung warrior who has entered the underworld, and I'm a surgeon...... It's good, I can continue to be a hero, regardless of whether the patient is good or bad. ”

Russell turned off the lights and left, and returned to the second floor again, his identity clear, not as bad as he imagined. The most important thing at the moment is, where is his small ticket hidden?

Behind the head of the bed in the master bedroom, Russell found a safe embedded in the wall, and after violently priing it open, he sorted out a stack of American knives.

"Brother, you're not right! But that's okay, I'm here to help you get back into the ranks of the evil nemesis! ”

……

At twelve o'clock in the night shift, Russell had nothing to do, and pondered going out for a walk, but as soon as he put on his coat, the iron door was slammed.

Russell frowned, opened the observation opening in the iron door, and before he could see who it was, several Franklins were stuffed in.

(a'′a)

Thinking about his current identity, Russell pursed his lips and cursed, and opened the iron door outward.

One black and two white, three Taoists who were not good birds at first glance walked in, and one of them was supported by a white man, his face was bloodless, the corners of his mouth were blue, and one arm was weakly drooping.

"Doctor, business is here!"

"Well, follow me!"

Russell tilted his head in the direction of the basement and took the bullet, which was very simple, in a total of three steps. Cut the wound with a knife, use tweezers to pinch out the bullet, suture it with a needle and thread, and then prescribe some anti-inflammatory drugs after the work, so that the patient can eat more pork liver to replenish the blood.

The first time he had surgery, Russell was still a little excited when he thought about it.

Boom!

There was a strange noise from a room on the second floor, and the noise was so loud that not only Russell, but even the three Taoists heard it.

"Doctor?"

Russell replied irresponsibly: "Don't look at me, I'm the only one in the family, maybe I'm a thief." ”

The faces of the three of them changed, and they turned to leave out of caution, but Russell didn't stop it, locked the door and walked upstairs, wanting to see which one of them dared to steal from his criminal nemesis.

With two M1911s in hand, Russell strode to the second floor, kicked open the study door at the end of the corridor, the lamp on the desk was turned on, and a large man sat in the boss's chair, with his back to him.

The big man hides in the shadows, and the cigarette he puffs out of his desk is too arrogant for a thief.

"Who are you?" Russell frowned slightly, could he be 'that person'?

"Man, it doesn't matter who I am, it's who you are?" The big man stood up from the boss's chair, dressed in a black robe and a hood, with bulging muscles that stretched the black robe very wide, two meters tall, and a mask on his face.

Russell's sharp shape was very familiar, and he thought that the other party was imitating him, but after three seconds, he decisively denied it, because the other party's face was not a mask at all, but an avatar subtracted from the poster.

Wolverine in X-Men!

Where did Wolverine come from in this ghost world?

Russell stared speechlessly, the world is not as simple as he imagined, and it is definitely not only Spider-Man.

"Now, outsider, answer my question, who are you, where are you from, and what is the purpose of approaching Peter Parker?"

Russell was thoughtful and held up two M1911s: "Yes, but you have to tell me first, who are you?" Why is there a Wolverine poster? ”

"Hahaha, you really know!"

Dahan laughed loudly, then pointed to the poster avatar on his face, and said smugly: "To tell you the truth, I am Wolverine." ”

"No way, it's true that Wolverine is a muscular man, but he's a short man, definitely not two meters." Russell shook his head decisively, normal people would definitely not put the poster on their faces, this is an imposter in front of him, and it is very perfunctory.

"It makes sense, Wolverine is indeed very short, not as tall as the chassis ......" The big man muttered a few words, and casually ripped off the poster on his face.

"Shhhhh

Russell gasped, and beneath the poster was a dark and hideous face, white eyes covered in a ring of red eyeshadow, followed by a large mouth full of fangs, and a long tongue sticking out with disgusting mucus.

It's not Wolverine, it's Venom!

"Venom!?"

Russell spoke out in disbelief, he remembered Venom in this version of Spider-Man, but not now, but after the villain Doctor Octopus. It came to Earth from the universe, possessed Spider-Man Peter Parker, was abandoned and attached to a journalist, and formed a villain duo with the Sandman.

"Quack, you know even Venom, I'm getting more and more curious about your identity."