Chapter 1772 S: The Great Event of Apocalypse (Thirty-Nine)

When Spider-Man woke up, he found himself lying at the end of a dark alley. The light of a flashlight was faintly shaking in front of him. Fierce screams echoed in his ears. Spider-Man blurted out: "Stop..."

But the voice he made was not as powerful as before. Most of his voice was breathy, and it didn't sound like he was shouting, but like he was pleading.

Spider-Man found himself unable to move.

The moment he made a sound, the flashlight shined in this direction. When his field of vision lit up, Spider-Man could barely see a few half-year-old children standing by the wall. The older one looked to be thirteen. Four years old, the youngest is probably only about ten.

They were beating a kid who was much younger than them.

Spider-Man originally thought this was just a fight between ordinary children, or at worst a group of bullying, until he saw the oldest child holding a crowbar stained with blood.

The sticky cold liquid flowed down from his forehead, and Spider-Man realized that he had changed his body. After the initial tension dissipated, he realized that one of his eyes was invisible, and the vision of the other eye was constantly shaking. .

"Bang!"

The crowbar hit the beaten child on the head, and he died after the last scream.

The other people walked towards Spider-Man. Fear spread in Spider-Man's heart. He struggled with all his strength, but there were not many limbs he could control, and most of his body was in a state where he could not feel anything at all. Down.

Spider-Man opened his mouth to make a sound, but couldn't utter a complete sentence. He only heard the big kid in the lead say: "Don't steal things if you don't want to die in the next life!"

"Bang!"

Spider-Man lost consciousness. After a long period of darkness, he found himself in a dimly lit room. His right leg hurt badly, but at least he was no longer dizzy.

A girl's face appeared in the hazy field of vision. Her waving fingers were as bony as wood, but her face had a little baby fat. Her words with a Gotham accent rang in Spider-Man's ears.

"Jayne, are you okay? You were beaten up by Johnny and hit your head. I thought you were dead."

Spider-Man reluctantly sat up, shook his head and said, "I'm not... I'm not..."

"I know, I know, don't worry. We were very full in the past two days. It doesn't matter if we skip a meal today. Even the most powerful golden hand over there in the tail alley will fail sometimes."

"Yes, yes, Jayne, don't worry, we can work now." A more childish voice came from behind the girl.

The girl turned around and scolded: "Jimmy, I told you a long time ago. You and your sister are too young and not tall enough to steal anything. You are not allowed to go out."

"But Jayne is injured. If we don't go out to work, everyone will have nothing to eat." The childish voice protested: "Besides, my brother and I will be eight years old next year."

Spider-Man took a deep breath and shouted: "Stop, can someone tell me what's going on? I'm not on Apokolips..."

"Jayne, what's wrong with you? Do you have a fever?"

Suddenly several children gathered around. In addition to the girl named Lan, there were also a brother and sister who looked like twins, two skinny boys, a girl with braids, and a girl who looked like she was only three or four years old. little girl.

Spider-Man choked back a lot of his words.

Because these children look so embarrassed.

The older girl in the lead is better, her face is a bit fleshy, but judging from the exposed wrists and fingers, her body must be skinny and skinny. The twin brothers and sisters are completely thin and small, and the remaining few The child was not only thin, but also had a sallow complexion and sunken eye sockets. His clothes were also ragged.

From Spider-Man's point of view, the Queens neighborhood where he lives and the neighboring Bronx neighborhood are already considered poor settlements, and he has never seen such children there. This is simply like the kind of child survivors photographed in war field reports. who.

No, it's actually worse than that, Spider-Man thought. The child survivors were just in ragged clothes, with the ashes of gunfire on their faces. But from their body shape and face, it could be seen that they had lived a good life before. But at first glance, these children It means that if you don’t eat enough for many years, your body will not develop at all.

Spider-Man recalled that the sister of the twins had just said that they would be eight years old next year, but these two children looked like they were in second grade. The five-year-old children in the kindergarten next to his home were much stronger than them.

Spider-Man was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say.

He struggled to sit up, gently pushed away Lan's hand that touched his forehead and said, "I don't have a fever. Can you tell me where I am now and who are you?"

"Oh my god, you didn't break your head, did you?"

"I'm fine, but I really can't remember a little bit." Spider-Man made up a lie carefully. He was afraid that he would scare these children by telling the truth. He could clearly feel their concern and expectation from the eyes of these children. Hope, if Spider-Man tells them that the Jayne they are counting on is likely to be dead, they will probably cry in fear.

Immediately, the children began to explain to Spider-Man in a flurry. After hearing this, Spider-Man summarized it. Simply put, this is a gang of thieves.

They used to steal things from groups led by their parents, but later they were driven out or ran away due to various events. In order to survive, they formed their own small gang and barely made a living by doing some odd jobs in the border areas of several large thief groups.

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This boy named Jayne is the organizer of the group and the oldest child. He is eleven years old this year. He took the initiative to escape from a thief group. Before he came out, he was the most powerful child in the thief group. He ran away because he had a dispute with the mother in the group.

Now only he and Lan can go out to work, but Lan has been an apprentice for a short time and has poor skills. He can't steal much after working all day. The whole gang is basically supported by Jayne's stolen things.

Spider-Man opened his mouth. He was very righteous, but his conscience made him unable to say "stealing is wrong" in front of such a group of children.

He clenched his fists in anger, wanting to rebuke the parents who gave birth to these children but did not raise them, and also wanting to scold the welfare agency and community staff, but now the only thing hovering in his mind was what Lan had said before, that they might not have food to eat in the next few days.

Spider-Man took a deep breath, tried to ignore the pain in his body and wanted to stand up, but in the process he thought that standing up was useless, he was not Jayne at all, he would not steal, and he did not want to steal, is there no other way to get something to eat?

Spider-Man explained his point of view to several children, but what made him feel uncomfortable was that after listening to him, several children neither agreed nor refuted, but just stared at him with a look that Spider-Man could not understand.

"…It's just food." Spider-Man said, "It's enough to fill your stomach, right? Or, or you can ignore the taste?"

Lan sat down in silence, lowered his head and repeated, "Yes, it's just food."

Suddenly, the younger sister of the twin brother and sister screamed, and she shouted at Lan, "You can't go back! You can't go back to that inhuman old woman, those men will kill you!!!"

Lan was silent for a while, and said in a crying voice, "It's just food."

Spider-Man suddenly understood what they were saying. He stared at the little girl in front of him in amazement. Although she was considered the oldest among the children, she was completely a child.

Spider-Man took a deep breath, and the flames of anger almost burned his heart. He instinctively hammered the floor, and then froze for a moment.

He looked down at the floor, there was nothing there, no trace left.

He was no longer Spider-Man.

The flames of anger went out with a whoosh, leaving Spider-Man with only cold sweat and vague fear.

He is no longer Spider-Man. He is no longer strong, agile, or sensitive to danger. He does not have the advanced equipment given to him by Mr. Stark, nor Uncle Ben and Aunt May who always prepare steaming hot meals for him.

Spider-Man felt tears welling up in his eyes, but he held them back. It was not because he did not want to cry, but because his kindness made him know that he could not cry, because if he cried, these children would cry, and they would not even have food to eat after crying.

Find food, find food, find food...

Spider-Man gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand to push Lan, who was a little distracted, and asked, "I really can't steal now, but we can't have no food to eat. In addition to stealing, don't you know any other way to get food?"

"If there is, we will not steal. The life of a thief is the least valuable. If caught, we can kill him."

Spider-Man thought of his last death. It seems that he was also a thief last time, but unfortunately he was caught.

Thinking of this, Spider-Man felt his heart sinking heavily, and the chill climbed up his spine to his neck, which meant that the living people in front of him were very likely to be beaten to death because of a mistake.

If he tried to steal reluctantly, he would be beaten to death, and if he didn't steal, he would starve to death. Spider-Man found that he was not so anxious when facing Thanos snapping his fingers to destroy half of the life in the universe.

Because at that time he had only one choice to fight to the death. Even if the end was a dead end, he could say that he tried his best, but now he knew that both were dead ends, and he still had to choose one. The moment of choice meant that someone would definitely die.

These children couldn't all survive.

Spider-Man's reason told him that Jayne fell too suddenly, they had no preparation, and there was a shortage of people who could work in the group. They couldn't find another way to make a living within three days, and the youngest girl would definitely not survive.

Where is the way out?

"What about looking through the trash cans?" Spider-Man suddenly said, "If you just want to fill your stomach, discarded food is not a bad idea."

"The trash cans are guarded by children. They will be there before the garbage truck is dumped." Lan shook his head and said, "They are much stronger than us. We can't beat them."

The older twin brother shrank his neck and said, "And you might get beaten if you get close to them. They especially hate thieves."

Looking at the disappointed expression on Spider-Man's face, Lan gritted his teeth and said, "Jayne, your cooking skills are well-known. The parents nearby know it. You will definitely not starve to death if you go back to them. As for us, we can find a way ourselves."

"Lan! You just want to go back to that old woman. Have you forgotten how Jayne saved you?!"

"I was going to die anyway!" Lan gritted his teeth and said viciously: "It's just food!"

Spider-Man took a deep breath and said: "Stop talking. I'll find a way. I'll find a way to keep you all alive."

Spider-Man failed.

Long-term malnutrition has caused the youngest girl's resistance to hunger to be almost zero. Her body does not have the nutrients to allow her to temporarily cope with hunger. It is also possible that she has been hungry for a long time before this.

But in short, she starved to death in front of Spider-Man.

And Spider-Man has not spoken all day.

Until the evening of this day, he saw a smiling boy under the street lamp at the entrance of the base, carrying a bag of bread in his hand and walking towards him.

"Long time no see, Gotham's good neighbor Spider-Man."

Spider-Man was stunned for a moment, looking at the familiar smile on his face, Spider-Man instinctively shouted: "Joker?!!!"