pjbooks Chapter 111 Spider-Man, Peter Parker
Chapter 111 Spider-Man, Peter Parker
Chapter 111 Spider-Man, Peter Parker
"Is this the reception area?"
Logan looked at the candy factory with surprise. With cars coming and going and a lot of people around, it didn't seem like a good place to meet.
"This is the agreed-upon location."
McCain gestured for Logan to park anywhere, keeping his eyes fixed on the street outside.
"It seems the shelter you contacted is quite capable, managing to set up a factory in New York."
Victor looked at the rather large candy factory and sighed in admiration.
This is New York, a city where land is incredibly valuable. To open such a large factory here, the required capital would probably be astronomical.
If this factory was indeed established by that shelter organization, it's enough to show how well-funded they are.
Everyone nodded in agreement, after all, this is New York, known as one of the world's four major financial centers, and those who can make their fortunes here are definitely not ordinary people.
Logan parked the car outside the factory and turned to McCain, asking, "Now, what should we do?"
"Wait."
McCa looked at the factory gate. "He'll come to us himself."
A few minutes later, a bearded man in overalls walked out of the factory. After looking around the factory gate, he spotted the license plate of Logan's car and walked straight toward it.
After cautiously looking around, the bearded man bent down and knocked on the car window.
McCa rolled down the car window but didn't speak directly; he just watched him silently.
"You're McCain?"
The bearded man asked cautiously, glancing at the other people in the car with obvious wariness in his eyes.
"it's me."
McCain nodded, then added, "They are my friends, they are all mutants, and they can be trusted."
Hearing this, the bearded man felt relieved and introduced himself, "I am the receptionist sent by Moira Marktagt. Please follow me."
After saying that, he waved his hand, signaling everyone to get off the car, and then turned around and walked ahead to lead the way.
Logan and his group quickly opened the car doors and got out, following behind the bearded man.
Victor watched the bearded man's retreating figure, a hint of doubt in his mind. He strode over to him, pointed at the candy factory, and asked curiously, "Is your base a candy processing factory?"
The bearded man shook his head, indicating no.
"Then why did you just come out of there? And you were even wearing your factory work clothes."
Victor pointed to the bearded man's clothes, which had the logo of a candy factory on them.
"I just work there."
The bearded man said helplessly, "Most people in our shelter have to go to work. Stable jobs help us hide our identities, and the wages improve our living conditions."
Hearing this, Victor was greatly disappointed.
I thought they were wealthy and that cooperating with them would improve my material life, but now it seems they're just so-so.
While they were talking, the bearded man led them into a deserted alley. After glancing warily outside the alley to make sure no one was watching, he moved aside the manhole cover in the alley and gestured for everyone to go down.
Logan and the others stared at the sewer entrance, exchanging bewildered glances.
They could clearly smell a faint stench coming from below, which was obviously not a good place.
But the bearded man insisted, "Going down is too dangerous on the ground; we can only make contact down there."
Listening to the bearded man's words, Maika could only nod and jump into the sewer first.
Logan and the others had no choice but to follow McCa inside.
The bearded man walked at the very back. After entering the sewer, he carefully put the manhole cover back in place before leading the group forward.
The sewer system is quite spacious; even cars can drive through it without any problem. There are stone-paved paths on both sides for people to walk on, and in the middle of the stone-paved paths is a flowing drainage ditch through which foul-smelling domestic sewage flows to other places.
The bearded man was used to the sewers and walked around with ease, but Logan and the others clearly couldn't adapt to the dark and damp environment so quickly, and could only follow behind him with furrowed brows.
The bearded man walked at the front, as if he were a rat who had lived in the sewers for years and knew the layout of the area very well. He turned to Logan and the others and explained, "This is our base."
Upon hearing this, everyone frowned and looked around the sewers.
Water droplets seeped through the dark walls. The lack of sunlight year-round made the place incredibly damp, and a musty smell permeated the air. Rotting household garbage in the drain emitted a nauseating odor.
It's hard to imagine that anyone would use this as a base.
Marcus suddenly felt that the farm they had been on before was simply paradise; at least compared to this place, the farm environment was much more comfortable.
Victor, on the other hand, fell completely silent.
I thought the New York shelter was run by a rich guy, but it turned out to be a place where poor people lived in the sewers.
In contrast, Logan could understand their actions.
After all, this is New York, a place with many people and a lot of eyes and ears. If you want to establish yourself here, you must be able to hide perfectly, and the sewers are indeed a very suitable base.
However, while he could understand, the stench emanating from the place was really hard for Logan to accept. After all, his senses were very sensitive, and his sense of smell and hearing were much more developed than the average person's. He simply couldn't adapt to such a place.
The group remained silent, following closely behind the bearded man and trying to avoid stepping on any dirty trash.
After walking for more than ten minutes, the bearded man led them through the underground sewers, and finally through a door into another basement.
The basement wasn't small, but it was isolated from the stench of the outside sewers and even had lights installed. Compared to the outside sewers, it was indeed much cleaner here.
Two burly guards stood at the entrance to the basement, guns tucked into their waistbands, standing on either side of the door like soldiers on guard duty.
The bearded man clearly knew them. After greeting them and explaining the purpose of McCain and the others' visit, he conducted a brief check and then opened the door to let them in.
Upon entering, Logan and his companions were visibly taken aback.
The decor here can't even be called minimalist; apart from a lamp overhead, there are no other decorations, only a few tents set up in the basement.
"You live here?"
McCa stared wide-eyed at the tents, puzzled, and couldn't help but ask, "How many people can fit in here at most?"
If their shelter was only this size, McCa would be very disappointed. After all, these few tents could only accommodate a dozen or so people at most, and even then, it would be very crowded.
"This is just a transit point."
The bearded man glanced back at McCain and explained, "You can't go to headquarters yet."
Hearing this, McCain and Logan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
After all, if the enemy's numbers are too small, the support that can be given to them will probably be very limited.
Of course, Logan also understood the other party's actions very well.
After all, the current situation is tense, the living environment of mutants is precarious, and danger is everywhere. They cannot take the newly acquainted McCartney and others to headquarters.
I'm so sorry.
At that moment, a clear female voice came from inside the tent, and then a woman came out of the tent with a beautiful apology on her face and said to Maika and the others, "We have only just met and cannot fully trust you. Of course, you must also be wary of us. In order to avoid putting both of us in danger, we can only receive you at the transit station."
As she spoke, she walked up to McCain and gave him a perfectly standard smile, saying, "Hello, let me introduce myself. My name is Moira Marktagt, and I'm the head of the underground shelter in Queens, New York."
McCa nodded, extended his hand to shake hands with Moira, and said, "I'm McCa, I've been in contact with you before."
Moira smiled and nodded, then looked at the group behind McCain. She immediately spotted Logan and said with a smile, "You must be Wolverine Logan. It's an honor to meet you."
She stepped forward to shake hands with Logan, and said with a smile, "You are much younger than I imagined. I heard stories about you X-Men when I was a child, and even now that I'm grown up, I'm still very fascinated by your past glory."
Logan was somewhat flattered by the woman's polite demeanor. He shook hands with Moira and said with a wry smile, "That's all in the past."
He never expected that even after so long, his name would still be known among these mutants.
Victor, standing nearby, nudged Logan in the lower back and joked with a laugh, "If I had known, I would have tried to join the X-Men back then. You guys are so popular, you have fans everywhere."
Logan rolled his eyes, speechless. "If you actually joined the X-Men, you'd be fired the very next day."
Victor's bloodthirsty nature is not welcomed by the X-Men, even though he is quite capable.
Perhaps Magneto's Brotherhood would be a better fit for him.
"Let's go inside the tent and talk. There's a place for you all to rest."
Moira smiled and invited them into the tent she had just come out of.
This is a tent similar to a military tent, like the kind commanders use to hold meetings on the front lines in movies and TV shows. It has a fairly large space inside, enough to accommodate five or six people.
This place is clearly designed for meetings. There's a small table in the middle, chairs around it, and even a water dispenser and coffee machine for making tea.
Moira invited everyone to sit down and inquired about their situations.
McCa explained the situation regarding the asylum in Canada, then sighed helplessly, "Right now, I still have over a hundred mutants under my command, who are being hunted by the picket line. Moreover, our current habitat is not safe, so I have no choice but to come to you for help."
After listening to McCa's account, Moira remained silent for a moment, then shook her head with regret, saying, "If you expect to avoid being caught by the picket line in New York, that's impossible."
Having lived in New York for many years, she knows the dangers of the place and that safety cannot be guaranteed here.
But McCain clearly didn't want to give up this opportunity to help, so he quickly said, "Since you've been able to stay in New York safely for so many years, you must have a way to avoid the police. On behalf of my 130-plus mutants, I sincerely hope that you can help us. In this environment, we mutants should help each other, shouldn't we?"
McCain has no other options left and can only place his hopes on Moira and the others.
Moreover, McCain believed that if they could survive in New York, they must have a way to resist the riot police's searches. If they didn't have that ability, they would be found by the riot police even if they were hiding in the water, let alone in the sewers.
After hearing McCa's request, Moira seemed a little embarrassed and did not respond. She simply got up and poured a few cups of coffee for everyone.
Seeing Moira's attitude, Maika was clearly a little anxious. Just as he was about to speak again, the tent flap was suddenly lifted and a young man ran in.
"Something's happened!"
The young man had barely entered the tent when he hurriedly spoke to Moira.
Seeing the young man's expression, Moira frowned and stood up to ask, "What's wrong?"
The young man, panting heavily, pointed outside and said anxiously, "Our people have clashed with Kingpin's people, and they've already started fighting!"
Upon hearing this, Moira's expression changed drastically. After glancing at McCain and the others, she said, "Wait here for a moment. I have something to take care of."
After saying that, he was about to follow the young people out.
Upon hearing the name Kingpin, both Logan and McCain's expressions changed simultaneously.
They knew Kingpin; he was a brutal and bloodthirsty man, the underground emperor of New York, the ruler of the entire city's dark and gritty underworld.
If a conflict breaks out with Kingpin, things might not be going well in Hell's Kitchen.
However, in order to get Moira and the others' help, after thinking for a moment, Maika immediately stood up and said, "Let's go together, maybe we can be of help."
Offering sincerity now might change Moira's attitude.
Moira clearly understood what McCa meant. She glanced back at them, her brow furrowed, and said, "Going against Kim in New York is not a good decision. You must not get involved in this mess."
She knew how terrifying Kingpin was; no one wanted to offend that guy.
"I've said it before, we mutants should help each other, shouldn't we?"
McCa looked at her with a smile, his eyes full of determination.
After hesitating for a moment, Moira nodded and said, "In that case, let's follow, but I can't guarantee your safety."
Moira was naturally pleased that McCain and his team offered their help, since Kingpin's forces were very powerful and they might not be able to handle him on their own.
However, McCain and his crew are clearly formidable fighters, and they also have the renowned Wolverine, who might actually be of help.
Led by Moira, the group hurried to Hell's Kitchen.
On the way, Moira explained to everyone, "Our sanctuary has business in Hell's Kitchen. You should know this place. It's full of chaos. Although there are Daredevil and Spider-Man who stop some criminals from committing crimes, they can't completely eradicate all evil. It's still a mess here. We often have conflicts with the local bullies in order to develop our business."
After saying that, Moira sighed and frowned, saying, "These kinds of things happen all the time, and they're never easy to resolve."
Logan glanced at her and remarked, "Kingpin isn't exactly a local bully."
He knew Kingpin very well; he was definitely the pinnacle of human potential in Marvel. Although he didn't have superpowers, his strength was comparable to that of ordinary superheroes.
The black empire he created was an incredibly powerful force; at least in Hell's Kitchen, he was the absolute underworld leader.
Moira nodded in agreement with Logan, her expression serious. "Yes, that's why the situation is going to be more complicated this time."
As they spoke, the group arrived at the scene.
At that moment, in a dimly lit alley, intense gunfire was ringing out continuously, with two groups of people each occupying one end of the alley and firing at the other.
However, one side was using pistols, and there were only a few people, so their firepower was very limited. They were forced to hide behind a few wooden crates and dared not show their faces. They could only blindly return fire with their pistols raised.
On the other side, a dozen or so arrogant and domineering guys were firing submachine guns, making the situation one-sided.
The one being suppressed was naturally Moira's men. She ran to her subordinates, and without having time to ask why, she pulled out her pistol and fought back with her men.
Logan and his men exchanged glances, then decisively drew their pistols and joined the fray.
bang bang bang! ! !
The piercing sound of gunfire echoed continuously, and whistling bullets flew through the alley.
The battle was extremely intense.
Logan and Victor exchanged a glance, then peeked out slightly, letting the bullets graz their ears as they locked their gazes firmly on the person opposite them.
Relying on the suppressive power of their submachine guns, those guys didn't rely on cover at all, and directly leaned out of their cover to fire wildly.
After Logan and Victor locked onto the enemy, they suddenly stood up and fired a burst of fire from their pistols without hesitation.
Boom!
Two shots pierced the foreheads of the two men opposite him, and they fell straight to the ground.
Kingpin's men were shocked to see how good the marksmen were. They quickly retreated into their cover, firing continuously to suppress the enemy, but they refused to show their faces, not giving Logan and his men a chance to aim and fire.
Logan and Victor, who had participated in countless wars, were already used to this kind of situation.
The two exchanged a glance and almost simultaneously leaped high into the air, using the wall as a springboard to jump three or four meters upwards. With this height, they easily locked onto the person hiding behind cover on the other side.
During the brief interval of freefall, the two decisively aimed and fired.
Bang bang bang!
After a few more shots, several more bodies fell into pools of blood, and the situation instantly turned around.
Moira's men stared at the two in astonishment, momentarily speechless.
Such marksmanship and such ability are simply amazing!
Kingpin's men were clearly stunned by Logan and his men's marksmanship, staring in disbelief at their fallen comrade, momentarily losing their composure.
Just as Logan and Victor were about to charge in and end the battle in one fell swoop...
Suddenly, several white spider silks flew over, stuck to Logan and his men's pistols, and pulled them away forcefully.
Logan and his men, who had been disarmed, were stunned for a moment and quickly looked in the direction from which the spider silk had been shot.
A red and blue figure was seen crouching on the telephone pole ahead, holding a gun that was stuck together, looking down at Logan and the others.
"Gentlemen, stop! Your gunfire is disturbing the peace."
A very young voice came from under his mask.
Logan looked at the person on the telephone pole and paused for a moment.
Spider-Man?
(End of this chapter)