Chapter 800 J. Jonah Jameson’s Trust
Yin Na’s attitude is actually not that surprising to Nick Fury.
Nick Fury even wanted to laugh a little about this.
This kind of problem similar to the trolley problem will of course give different results to different people.
Nick Fury is not incapable of taking risks, nor is he incapable of sacrifice.
It's just that he has never encountered anything that only he can do.
"The power of the Nephalem?
It is indeed fascinating, but for me it is not something I must get.
In fact, in this world Not many things will definitely run according to human will.
I just hope to give humans the opportunity to control their own destiny.
Before humans get this power, I will protect all humans in my own way. "
Nick Fury's words were very firm, without any hesitation.
"Maybe you can contact Leoric. Although I don't like Skeleton King, but Li Orric has many training methods at his disposal.
That thing should give humans the opportunity to master their own power. ”
Yin Na’s smile makes people feel heavy at this time
Nick Fury thought about whether he needed to contact Leoric.
But he still didn't make up his mind in the end.
After all, Leoric's appearance does not look like the easy-to-talk type at all.
In the eyes of outsiders, Leoric should be the kind of headstrong person.
“Ms. Yin Na, is there anything else you want to ask now?
If not, I must take my leave now.
After all, I am just a spokesperson for SHIELD and cannot fully represent the position of all humans. "
Nick Fury said his farewell words, which were not blunt.
Although the disappearance of tens of thousands of people is a very small number for this planet.
< br>But behind this incident is a strong invasion of mankind by the Burning Hell!
Human beings cannot just watch their own people disappear in the attacks of demons every time.
“You can go about your business.
I happen to have something to do.
At a suitable time, I will come to you in person and talk to you. You discussed this matter.
As for the issue of Sky Temple, you don’t need to worry too much.”
Yin Na closed her eyes slightly.
Constantine on the side seemed to notice something, with a twisted feeling on his face.
“As I venture, God of the Sky, do you not intend to listen to human voices?
Although you just said before that you are adapting to exist as a living person,
But this adaptation seems not to the extent that both you and I are satisfied.”
Constantine's voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat.
The hostility towards Yin Na was clearly evident in him.
"I'm still adapting, do you remember what I said before?
The foundation of a monk is control.
I will not lose control, in my I won't do anything dangerous until my body and mind are in harmony
Maybe you can understand a little bit? ”
Yin Na’s voice began to become dreamlike and sweet.
The feeling of giving all the good things to the world appeared in Yin Na again.
Constantine couldn't tell. He was not sure whether the Yin Na in front of him was really as upright as she said.
A person who is used to deceiving others would not easily trust others. Sincerity.
In Constantine's eyes, doubt was also a necessity for his survival.
There seems to be nothing much to say in this case.
“I have no comment on this.
But I hope you can know that human beings are not powerless in the face of natural disasters.”
Constantine’s words were full of emotion. A bit threatening.
Yin Na won’t care.
She is the sky.
Even as a monk and a Nephalem.
It is impossible to peel the sky away from her body.
After all, Yin Na, who holds the power of the sky, has in a sense given the monks the same protection that fate gives to the barbarians.
There are not many secrets under the sky.
Under the observation of the sky, the monk can always get guidance from the gods.
For example, how to choose the path you want to take.
“You are like a child who is worried that the sky is going to fall and hit you on the head.
Constantine, John Constantine.
The sky generally does not fall.
Unless I die in battle, I will behave like that.
You can forget your worries.
Because when the sky falls to the earth, there will always be someone stronger and taller than you to support it.
Do you have anything else to explain? ”
Yin Na said with a smile.
She showed that all-embracing gentleness at this time.
Constantine began to feel confused.
He was increasingly unable to understand what Yin Na was like.
An elusive person?
Or is 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 smudged by the color of the ocean.
So what should the real color of the sky look like?
"No more, Yin Na.
I hope you can always exist as a warrior monk, instead of being a god telling humans not to covet the divine power."
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Constantine said in a sigh-like tone.
There was a strange and incomprehensible expression on his face.
Constantine began to wonder if his will had been affected by Yin Na in some way that he didn't know.
Even scared of it!
……
In the office building of the Daily Bugle, Peter Parker had just handed his photo to the somewhat mean editor-in-chief J. Jonah Jameson.
Peter Parker was ready to be verbally attacked.
He has nothing to say about it now.
At this time, Spider-Man did not put on his mask, but his face full of pain and remorse had clearly and completely displayed him in the eyes of others.
“Peter Parker, what’s the value of your only photo of a black fog?
Or is there what you want to say hidden in the spider web in the corner of the photo? ”
Jameson’s voice was as mean as ever.
But Peter Parker didn’t care at this time.
He was thinking about what happened just now, and also The just-concluded incident on the Plains of Despair in Rakanos was painful because it didn’t help anyone.
“I think…”
"Peter Parker, let me tell you, I have been dealing with the truth my whole life.
Why do you think I do this?
Is it just for sales, earning that is never too much Wealth?
You are a reporter, why should you be disappointed by what you can’t do?” Jameson’s words seemed to mean something.
But Peter Parker didn't listen at all at this time.
He was still suffering from his own powerlessness.
"Okay Peter Parker, go back and drink a glass of hot milk, and then have a good sleep.
Tomorrow I want to see the really valuable news photos you brought."
Jameson waved his hand.
But Peter Parker didn't see the same thing at all.
Jameson had to pat the table to draw the young boy's attention back.
Then he repeated what he said before with a somewhat dissatisfied tone.
Peter Parker left the Daily Bugle office building with a heavy look on his face, and he planned to return to his temporary cabin.
After Jameson saw Peter Parker's figure from the window, the mean boss let out a long breath.
Then he lit a half-baked cigar.
“You are just a good neighbor to the citizens, why do you ask yourself to be omnipotent?
I still hate people like you who wear masks, but tomorrow you You also need to take handsome photos of yourself.
Peter Parker, you have helped many people and influenced many people unknowingly.”
Jameson’s words seemed to be. Say the same to yourself.
Among the office buildings full of hurried figures, only the boss's office can still be somewhat peaceful.
J. Jonah Jameson.
He knew very early on who he was, the reporter who was always in training.
Who in the world is more familiar with Spider-Man than Spider-Man?
That would only be him.
I see so many photos of Spider-Man every day. Isn’t it possible that he can’t be seen from the way a person walks, sits or lies?
Stop making trouble, he is the owner of a newspaper and the editor-in-chief of a newspaper.
From the beginning of this newspaper, Jameson himself made his first pot of gold by taking photos one after another.
He discovered the truth that Peter Parker was Spider-Man very early, but he never took the initiative to expose it.
He hates Spider-Man because he thinks people wearing masks can never be trusted!
This is what his father, who has the aura of a war hero, told him with cruel facts!
She is glamorous outside and enjoys all praises, but at home she is cruel and cruel to every member of the family.
Everything that was bright and beautiful turned into a mask.
And Spider-Man is somewhat similar to his father.
Maybe there is a trace of jealousy in his heart.
Jealous of Spider-Man being able to wear a mask and do heroic deeds that any child would have imagined.
It’s just that when this kind of fantasy hero appears in reality, there will always be children who imitate this behavior.
But that is fraught with danger.
"Peter Parker, an unlucky guy who can't find a home.
You failed to save nearly 10,000 territories, and I couldn't help a superhero wearing a mask.< br>
But I can help one of my trainee reporters eat something good for dinner. ”
Jameson muttered to himself, and then dialed the number of a home-cooked restaurant.
While on the phone, Jameson ordered a lot of food.
< br>That was definitely a big meal for a lonely young man.
“Don’t forget, the milk must be delivered before it cools down.
Then come to the Daily Bugle offices to pick up the pay you need. "
Jameson finished speaking in his usual arrogant tone and hung up the phone in his hand.
Then he put out the cigar that had been lit for a while again.< br>
This man is always worthy of trust when it comes to Spider-Man.
But he will never give the little guy who thinks he has hidden his identity a good look! >
Only when his life is about to come to an end will he open up his heart to express his praise for Spider-Man.
Peter Parker received his dinner as expected.
Although he asked many times, the delivery boy did not tell who ordered the meal for him.
Spider-Man is a little worried about this.
Worried about whether your identity has been exposed?
Worried about whether he had become the center of some conspiracy again.
This man has lost a lot.
He came to a brand new world inexplicably from his own world. The feeling of loneliness and crisis made it almost impossible for him to have a good rest.
The Spider-Sense, which was originally his greatest security, seemed to have gone out of control recently.
Almost every moment he could feel the sense of crisis sounding the siren.
Peter Parker's condition went from bad to worse.
“You must drink the milk before it cools down?
I seem to have heard similar advice somewhere before.
Is it because I am stingy? Boss?
Those handsome photos only cost tens of 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 trace of not having a good rest for too long.
The red bloodshot eyes make him look a bit scary
Paji~
A dark mass fell next to Peter Parker.
That thing looks like a ball of oil.
But it is moving slowly.
Peter Parker looked at himself in the mirror and put on Spider-Man's hood.
Then I saw myself in the mirror wearing a black suit!
"I'm Spider-Man!
I'm a good neighbor to the people of New York!
I feel great!"
Peter Parker's voice got louder and louder, like It's like brainwashing in the morning meetings of companies that brag about wolf culture.
Peter Parker completely ignored his changes. Instead, he looked at his dark self in the mirror and felt that he was so handsome!
He even wants to celebrate his "new life" with a dance on the road!
"Can I eat some of your internal organs?"
A chaotic voice that sounded like it was separated by several walls sounded in Peter Parker's head.
But Peter Parker didn't notice at all.
On the contrary, he pulled off his mask.
Then he showed a confident smile to himself in the mirror!
The dark Spider-Man is not necessarily a bad guy.
In some worlds, wearing a black 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 pulp with one punch!
A black suit often means that this guy will no longer be able to restrain his body's strength!
In other worlds, Spider-Man in a black suit would also put on a windbreaker for himself.
When the spider sense was in effect, he could 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 suit was dyed, not his red suit.
But it is formed by a weird thing.
That thing is called a symbiote, and symbiotes have their own names. This one’s name is Venom!
(End of this chapter)