After a moment, the craftsman silently raised his hand and pressed it on Bai Ye's shoulder, wanting to comfort but unable to express it.

Even his mutant abilities are not a panacea, and it is impossible to come up with a set of devices that can cure cancer.

Bai Ye gently pushed away the craftsman's hand and said calmly, "But. With this portal, I can find a cure for cancer. ”

He reached out and touched the pendant on his chest, which had been given to him by Doctor Strange when he was in the Holy of Holies of Holies in the Holy of Holies, and the curve of the pendant shone faintly with a touch of light as his fingertips touched.

If technology doesn't work, a little magic.

The craftsman nodded and said in a deep voice: "Although I don't know anything about curing diseases, I am the best at making and repairing things, so I can rest assured that this matter will be left to me." ”

After speaking, he immediately turned his head and flipped through the pile of materials.

The teleporter on the table seems to be a little different from the existing one, but it has something in common, as if a schizophrenic person has written two answers in different ways of thinking.

The craftsman knew that he and the wasteland world owed Hakuya a lot of affection, and that he had to help Hakuya perfect the teleporter, both emotionally and morally.

Seeing that the craftsman was starting to get busy, Hakuya knew that he was fully engaged in the construction of the teleporter, so he stopped bothering him. Turning slightly, he left the craftsman's workshop, walked through the laboratory, and re-entered the console of the building.

"Live Image."

With a wave of his hand, several picture windows immediately appeared in front of him, showing the scene of the Thunder Warriors fighting the wasteland villains.

In a frame window, a fat man in green all-encompassing armor is revealed. His whole body was wrapped in heavy green metal, and behind him, several mechanical arms poked out of the armor, stretching and flexing.

This guy is standing in front of an abandoned factory, and the surroundings are dilapidated and withered, which is very much in line with his temperament.

"Stay away from me! I just want to. Stay alone! ”

His voice was filled with anger and helplessness, and the mechanical arm kept stabbing out, but each time it happened to be dodged by the warriors in the golden power armor.

A dense rain of bullets hit his green armor. The sound of metal crashing and the splash of sparks made the image of the fat man even more awkward.

Just as he was trying to swing his mechanical arm to block it, a Thunder Warrior suddenly appeared from behind him, quickly plunged a sharp blade into his power pack, and then quickly jumped backwards.

With the sound of electricity and a terrible explosion, the fat man let out a terrible scream and exploded, and a flaming fireball slowly rose at the factory gate.

"Doctor Octopus has been confirmed dead, repeat, Doctor Octopus has been confirmed dead!" The Thunder Warrior who had just stabbed the blade ran to the wreckage to look around for a while, then opened the communication channel and reported.

Then, several photos of Doctor Octopus's corpse were developed on the side of the white night, and he casually pinched them up and looked at them, the photos were very clear, capturing every detail.

Bai Ye casually handed it to the official who had been on standby, "Take these photos—including the dozens of copies that came later. Not millions, I'm going to make the whole wasteland see what happens to them. ”

"No problem!" The officer immediately took the picture and ran off to his mission.

White Night turned her gaze to another window again.

In this window, what jumped into view was a purple-clad green-skinned monster with pointed ears on a purple flying skateboard, which was none other than the famous Green Goblin.

At this time, the Green Goblin had long since lost his former majesty, and the bomb on his waist had long since been exhausted, so he could only speed through a desert town without daring to turn back.

And behind the old thing's ass, more than a dozen thunder warriors were shooting at him with guns in unison, and the bullets turned into lightning bolts, drawing sharp trajectories in the air.

It only took a few seconds for the decades-old skateboard to be hit by a bullet and lose its balance. The Green Goblin fell from his skateboard and into the sand in embarrassment.

"It shouldn't be like this, my last battle should be glorious," the Green Goblin muttered to himself as he slowly rose in the sand, staring at the approaching Thunder Warriors in confusion.

The warrior who rushed to the front did not hesitate, and waved the blade in his hand, and a violent tearing sound sounded, blood gushed out like a spring, and the head of the Green Goblin rolled down to the sand, watching the victory of the Thunder Warriors.

The Thunder Warrior picked up the Green Goblin's head, opened his helmet with his other hand, and cast his gaze on the Green Goblin's head.

Ronnie, the former gangster, was "purified" and became a Thunder Warrior, and at the moment there is not the slightest resentment on his face, only determination and the pursuit of justice.

and absolute obedience.

"The Green Goblin is dead, repeat, the Green Goblin, Norman Osborne is dead!" Ronnie's voice resounded in the winds of the wasteland, and the scene was playing out in different places at the same time.

Looking at the good show of exterminating the wicked people staged at the same time in the dozen or so windows in front of him, Bai Ye raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

These old villains, who have long since aged, have either used alcohol to kill their sorrows or are sleeping profusely in the past few decades, and they have no sense of crisis at all.

In these decades of silence, their equipment has not been upgraded and maintained, and even the normal operation of basic functions has become a problem. Wires are exposed, parts are loose, and much of the equipment is incomplete, like their owners, in decay and silence.

This group of old villains, once the evil force of the wasteland world, has now become like the afterimage of time, gradually forgotten in the corner.

But even in the corners of the world, these things are not needed.

Bai Ye gently pressed the button on the console, and the screen faded away. Before the craftsman successfully repairs the portal, he can rest for a while.

A week later.

"Already working properly?" White Night's voice was full of curiosity and anticipation, and his gaze lingered on the portal for a moment, then turned to look at the craftsman, waiting for his response.

The craftsman touched the red strap on his forehead, and after a week of intense work, he looked slightly tired.

"Theoretically, yes, and we've sent a few people to try it out. They managed to travel to other universes, and when they returned, they didn't have any problems, except that they went to a few places that seemed to be from the age of dinosaurs."

"In addition, there are still some slight vibrations and discomfort in the process of teleportation, but we are working on optimizing this issue. Overall, the portal is mostly functional. ”

There was a hint of pride in the craftsman's voice, and he was clearly pleased with his results.

Bai Ye smiled, and then gently pressed the switch.

As he operated, the portal activated, and the surrounding air seemed to become distorted, and a faint glow began to emanate from the surface of the portal, gradually spreading. The rays of light seemed to be tiny currents, entangled together to form a flickering ball of light.

An illusory image gradually emerges from the ball of light, which seems to be a scene from another world.

(End of chapter)