Schiller tilted his head to the side a little helplessly, and then said: "Peter Parker in this universe is infected with the zombie virus, eats his aunt and fiancée, and he is trapped in a time loop, which means that he will experience this terrible thing a thousand times. ”

"The Spider-Men of the multiverse are under the care of the central universe, and they have pooled the power of the totem on Nick Fury, and Nick is in turn able to influence all Spider-Mans."

"Nick actually runs the Time Authority, and his influence is present at the timeline level, which creates a situation that he didn't even expect, and the Spider-Man of this universe is likely to have come to his senses, but he can't get out of this terrible cycle on his own."

Stark was stunned for a long time to digest this information, he gradually straightened up, no longer pressed himself against the wall like a mollusk, he looked at Schiller and said, "You know I'm going to save him?" ”

"Of course you will."

"But I didn't bring any mechs or weapons."

"You don't need those."

Stark turned his head and let out a long sigh, lifted the hem of his suit with both hands, crossed his waist and said, "You know I can be promoted, right?" Isn't it a matter of minutes before I turn into the Iron Demon God and fish Peter out? That's all your revenge is? ”

Schiller looked at Stark, shook his head slightly, and said: "The two universes have reached a fragile and stable symbiotic relationship, and any action to destroy or intervene from the inside has a certain probability of destroying the two universes to ashes. ”

"You can choose to gamble that your series of actions of breaking through the extreme wall of the universe and then reaching back to catch people will not cause an overreaction of the universe, and the barrier that is already more sensitive and fragile due to the symbiotic relationship will give you enough patience."

Schiller walked up to Stark, got very close to him, then tilted his head and said, "Or maybe they're even less impatient than you, even the slightest interference from foreign objects, or even the observation of your intercosmic communication devices, will upset the balance between them, so that everything in this universe will be destroyed." ”

"Bang!"

Stark punched Schiller in the face with a left hook, then grabbed him by the collar and threw him on the next lab table, where Schiller's head hit the edge of the bench and bled profusely.

Seeing Schiller's face covered with blood, Stark seemed to have a sudden stress reaction, he took a deep breath and hurriedly rushed towards Schiller, while Schiller himself supported his upper body with his elbows, wiped the blood on his face with his fingers, looked at Stark with a panicked face and said, "Will you personally explain to your good doctor what this wound is going to when he rises?" ”

"I ...... I didn't think ......"

In a moment's time, Stark felt himself being picked up, and an arm grabbed him by the neck and dragged him back until he came to the edge of the test table.

"Bang!"

Stark's head was smashed directly on the bench, and he felt his nose bone snap in an instant, followed by a bang! The second time, bang! Third ......

When Schiller let go, Stark slipped straight to the ground and lay on his side weakly, with flashing points of light in front of him.

Schiller walked over, grabbed Stark by the neck, and picked him up again, this time Stark really felt the threat of death.

"I'm really not fit for the 'manipulation' set, okay, Lord Stark, I haven't eaten in a long time."

Stark struggled with all his strength and finally broke free from Schiller's grasp when he poked an elbow into his neck.

He staggered forward, but choked on his own blood when he fled around the corner, and retched vigorously on the bench.

The dark shadow behind him was closing in on him, Stark had never seen such an oppressive Schiller, as if he was going to kill him...... Won't he?

No, it's a hungry beast, and when they're hungry, their most ferocious primal instincts drive them to devour anyone, find a way, think of a way!

Stark ran towards the cabinet on the side of the bench with all his strength, then staggered to the corner of the cabinet with his shoulder, causing the center of gravity of the cabinet to lose its balance, and then pulled forward with his hand, shrinking his body and rushing forward.

The tall iron cabinet smashed down directly, and what Stark didn't expect was that Schiller didn't even hide.

Seeing Schiller hit head-on, Stark began to tremble like crazy, and he rushed over to lift the cabinet again, and a demon-like hand grabbed his wrist.

Stark withdrew his hand in horror, blood flowed out from under the cabinet, and he had to start lifting the cabinet in a panic, fortunately, the cabinet was empty, although it looked big but not heavy, Stark squeezed a low roar out of his throat, and with both hands, he turned the cabinet to the other side.

Schiller lay on the ground, the back of his head was covered in blood, and just a moment when Stark hesitated, Schiller slowly propped up his body with his hands.

The moment the two looked at each other, Stark turned and ran.

He ran as if he were dying, because he saw in Schiller's eyes one of the most primitive and irresistible desires of human beings—appetite.

In the panic, Stark didn't have time to think about what the structure of Stark Mansion was, he rushed out of the door in a panic, hesitated for a moment and then came back to close the door, and locked the safety lock with trembling hands.

The next second, he heard a violent knock on the door that didn't look like a human being, and Stark's feet slipped and fell to the ground as he ran, and the adrenaline made him forget the pain, and he got up as fast as he could, and rushed into another room.

There was a figure standing in the room.

Stark instantly made a big alarm, he didn't lie, he saw the zombie siege scene when he fell, but he even watched the extremely inflexible zombies portrayed in TV series and games jump directly onto the balcony without even running a three-meter jump.

At this moment, he finally remembered that the Stark Laboratory Safety and Security Regulations required that in the event of a disaster, researchers must be evacuated first, and security personnel need to come to the laboratory to destroy materials.

But it's useless to think of this, because the zombie standing in front of him is more than two meters tall, and he doesn't need to look at his face to know that it must be the most elite group of security personnel.

Stark didn't know how the zombies had discovered humans, but he was sure that the big man in front of him had already spotted him.

Stark is 185 tall without a suit, but the muscle mass of the two people is not at the same level at all, and it can even be said that there is a difference of two orders of magnitude, even if Stark can fight, he can't fight, not to mention that he can't, fortunately, he is sober, and he turns around and runs.

As soon as he took two steps, Schiller, whose face was covered in blood, stood in the doorway like a demon, staring at Stark.

Stark swallowed.

The next second, he was directly smashed out by a chair, and a painful moan overflowed from his mouth, and just as he was struggling to get up, the zombie who wanted to come over and bite off his head entered Schiller's field of vision at the door.

In the dark laboratory, Stark couldn't see Schiller's movements clearly, and could only see a black shadow directly crashing into the strong zombie security guard.

After the zombie security guard was knocked to the ground by surprise, the figure picked up one of his legs and threw it towards the sharpest edge of the test table.

With a "click", the lumbar vertebrae shattered, and with a "bang", the internal organs burst, and then Stark watched as Schiller pressed against the big man's body and twisted his head off raw.

But the zombie's body did not stop moving, it was still struggling, and after Schiller found out, he threw his head aside, inserted his fingers into the zombie's back, cut open the skin, tore the muscles, and dug out the spine section by section.

Vertebrates can't afford to lose their vertebrae, otherwise all the bones can't function together, and Stark can feel that the big zombie is still alive, but completely unable to move because the most critical parts of the body structure have been destroyed.

And then—

The good news is that the zombies didn't bite Schiller, and the bad news is that Schiller bit the zombies.

Schiller took a bite of the red flesh left over from digging his spine, and then spit it out again in an instant.

Stark was completely stunned, and even lost all strength to escape.

Schiller staggered to his feet.

Stark was about to cry, he felt very wronged, you still have to hold a grudge for me to find a way to treat you?! Does that seem to be even a little radical now?!

Schiller took a deep breath and watched him walk over as Stark struggled back into the corner, and Stark had a brief pause in breath as Schiller reached out to him.

Schiller removed the chair that had smashed on Stark, looked at him in the dark, and said, "Saving Spider-Man is a long-term goal, you have to find a way to save me first." ”

Stark opened his mouth, and just as he was about to say something, Schiller said, "...... It's also saving yourself and stockpiling food. ”

Stark swallowed again.

"You say you're hungry, are you gluttonous among the seven deadly sins? Well, don't get me wrong, after all, arrogance, greed, and the like are too easy to associate with this. ”

"Sort of." Schiller replied indifferently.

Stark struggled to get up from the ground, looked at the messy zombie corpses, and then at Schiller, and asked cautiously, "What do you eat?" …… Well, I shouldn't have asked, but IMHO, I'm afraid that even if you can accept human flesh, there may not be many clean people left in this world. ”

"You can't eat the meat of zombies." Schiller looked at the corpses of the zombies on the ground with some regret and said, "Their brains are secreting a special substance that makes their muscles and internal organs stinky and bitter, probably to stop them from cannibalism." ”

"But I'm afraid there is no ...... here"

"Not before." Schiller turned his head to look at the window and said, "The garbage has been thrown out." ”

Stark was a little confused, but Schiller stared straight at the window, and Stark didn't know what he was looking at, so he followed his gaze.

He saw the feet of a hanged man.

"Ah!!!!!!h Stark screamed.

"Don't scream." Schiller said impatiently, "Find a way to catch him, let me take a bite and see if I can eat it." ”

“…… Yes?! ”

Stark's brain was shut down by the sudden changes.

First, he saw the ghost, secondly, Schiller saw the ghost, and finally, Schiller told him to catch the ghost because he was going to eat him.

Stark's genius brain came into play at this time, and he immediately instinctively began to recite the information about ghosts he had studied earlier.

"The essence of ghosts is radio waves, and due to their different natures, they provide different energies, so they are also affected by other energies, and both high-voltage grids and magic cages can catch them."

Seeing Schiller looking at him with burning eyes and expectation, as if he were looking at a peerless chef, Stark gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and said:

"I know where the power supply port of Stark Tower is, follow me!"

"Thank you, reserve food."

A little polite but not much