This is a small road that is not even considered a branch. It is a bit inappropriate to call it a road. It is just an alley, or a dead end, and the spacing is wider than the alley that Captain America often gets beaten. It can park used cars for residents in a single row.

On both sides of the alley are old residential apartment buildings with brick and stone visible, clotheslines are hung above the head, several iron fire escape ladders are bent to the ground, street lights that have not been repaired all year round, trash cans filled with black bags, and a few cats gathered together to silently discuss how to conquer the earth.

At the end of the dead end, Russell found his home. The cold iron sheet was very thick, and the scene was very picturesque, which made him doubt the identity arranged by the system and might not be a good person.

Russell touched his pocket and couldn't find the key, but there was no big problem. Based on his years of experience, the pot of cactus placed beside him was very suspicious.

Sure enough, after moving the flower pot, he found a key.

This is a two-story building with all the windows facing away from the other side of the alley. Judging from the internal structure, it is the layout of the office building, I don’t know why it got into his hands.

The window is a spacious and bright park, but unfortunately there is no other door open, otherwise it would be nice to sleep in under the shade of the trees.

Russell felt that the second floor building was definitely not simple, so he frowned and searched, and found two m1911 pistols and a box of bullets of yellow stirrups in the drawer of the master bedroom.

He took off the magazine and found that it was filled with bullets, but he had no security. In addition, there were four spare magazines, also filled with bullets.

"I'm a person with a story, I like this character!"

Russell raised his brows and suddenly became interested in his identity. He flipped through the bookshelf several times and finally found a diary on the desk.

‘Unpended, uneasy, I dreamed of being shot to death every day, I don’t know if I could…’

‘Although some accidents happened, the ending seemed good, we became brothers…’

'They were caught, but I was helpless and even a little excited...'

‘…’

Russell looked at ten lines at a glance and quickly flipped through the diary. At first, he didn't see anything, but his face changed drastically after a moment.

‘It’s been three years, and she’s already married, and I…’

‘Three years and three years, when will it be...’

‘Insomnia, irritability, I’m tired of it…’

‘The man called me today, and somehow, I told the man that they were doing serious business…’

‘I may not be able to look back, but who has understood my loneliness…’

‘…’

Russell picked up the diary, turned around and went to the bathroom, burned it clean without expression, and pressed the flush toilet.

It is true that he likes the character of a story, but it is too exciting. Then again, what number is the person's phone number? Is it still too late to call him now?

Russell came to the phone, flipped through the messy phone book, and quickly gave up treatment because even if he found the person's phone number, he didn't know what to say.

What do you know who 'they' are!

"This time his identity is a bit pitiful. He was just called a hero by Spider, but he turned around and was slapped in the face..." Russell continued to search for clues in the house. Five minutes later, he found the basement entrance in the first floor compartment.

Turn on the light! Push the door!

The smell of disinfectant came to my face, and it felt like I had entered a hospital. It was true. This was a surgical operating room, shadowless lights, operating tables, emergency carts and other equipment.

It is not as good as the regular equipment, but it is completely fine to take bullets and suture wounds.

"So, I am an unknown soldier who has entered the underground world, and I am a surgeon... It's very good. I can save lives and help the wounded, regardless of whether the patient is good or bad. I can continue to be a hero."

Russell turned off the light and left, and returned to the second floor again. His identity was clear, not as bad as he thought. The most important thing now is where his small tickets were hidden?

Behind the head of the master bedroom, Russell found a safe embedded in the wall, violently pried open it, and sorted out a stack of basins.

"Brother, this is wrong with you! But it doesn't matter. I'll help you return to the ranks of the nemesis of sin!"

...

At twelve o'clock in the night shift, Russell was idle and thought about going out for a walk. But as soon as he put on his jacket, the iron door was knocked on.

Russell frowned and opened the observation port on the iron door. Before he could see who it was, Franklin was stuffed in a few photos.

(One`?One)

Thinking about his current identity, Russell cursed and said unlucky, opening the iron door outward.

One black and two white, three people on the road, who were obviously not good at all, walked in. One of the white men was supported, with a blood-colored face, a blue mouth, and a weak arm drooping.

"Doctor, business is here!"

"Yeah, come with me!"

Russell tilted his head towards the basement and took the bullet. It was very simple. It was divided into three steps in total. Use a knife to cut the wound, use tweezers to pick out the bullet, and use needle and thread to sew it. After that, some anti-inflammatory drugs were prescribed to let the patient take more pig liver to replenish blood.

Russell was a little excited when he had the first surgery.

Bang!

An unusual sound came from a room on the second floor, and the sound was loud. Not only Russell, but even the three people in the road heard it.

"doctor?"

Russell replied irresponsibly: "Don't look at me, I'm the only one at home, maybe I'm a thief."

The three of them changed their faces. They turned around and left out of caution. Russell did not stop them. They locked the door and walked upstairs, wanting to see who was not open and dared to steal from his evil nemesis territory.

With two m1911 in hand, Russell strode on the second floor and kicked open the study door at the end of the corridor. The desk lamp was turned on. A burly man sat on the boss's chair, with his back facing him and sucking mist.

The man hid in the shadows, and the cigarette he was sucking out of his desk. For a thief, this behavior was too arrogant.

"Who are you?" Russell frowned slightly. Could it be that he is 'that person'?

"Man, it doesn't matter who I am, the key is who you are?" The burly man stood up from the boss's chair, wearing a black robe and a hood, and his bulging muscles stretched the black robe very wide. His height was two meters tall, and he had a mask on his face.

Russell's sharp look was very familiar to him, thinking that the other party was imitating him, but after three seconds he decisively denied it, because the other party's face was not a mask at all, but avatars that were cut from the poster.

Wolverine in the X-Men!

Where did the Wolverine come from in this ghost world?

Russell stared at him and couldn't speak. The world was not as simple as he thought. It was definitely not just Spider-Man.

"Now, outsiders, answer my question, who are you, where are you, and what is the purpose of approaching Peter Parker?"

Russell thoughtfully when he heard this and raised two handfuls of m1911: "Yes, but you must tell me first, who are you? Why are there a poster of Wolverine?"

"Hahaha, you know it!"

The big man laughed loudly, then pointed to the poster avatar on his face, and said proudly: "To tell you the truth, I am Wolverine."

"It's impossible. It's true that Wolverine is a muscle-strong man, but he's a short man, absolutely no two meters." Russell shook his head decisively. A normal person would definitely not put a poster on his face. This is a fake in front of him, and he's still very perfunctory.

"It makes sense, Wolverine is indeed very short, not as tall as the chassis..." The burly man murmured in a low voice, pulling off the poster on his face.

"hiss!!"

Russell took a breath, and under the poster was a dark and hideous face, with white eyes covered with red eyeshadows, followed by a bloody mouth covered with fangs, and a long tongue sticking out with disgusting mucus.

It's not Wolverine, this guy is Venom!

"venom!?"

Russell spoke out in disbelief, remembering that there was Venom in this version of Spider-Man, but not now, but after the villain Doctor Octopus. It came from the universe to Earth, possessed Spider-Man Peter Parker, was abandoned and attached to a reporter, forming a villain duo with the Sandman.
Chapter completed!