Chapter 129 Cindy's Death Vision

The screams from the crowd immediately caused a riot at the airport.

a few minutes ago.

Cindy was sitting in a car outside the airport, talking to her SHIELD colleague Crandall.

Although as an expert in studying arachnids, field missions were not within her scope of business.

But Cindy took the initiative to study her own biology topic outside, so Crandall became her bodyguard.

"The weather is a bit bad today."

Crandall suddenly said beside her, and Cindy was a little startled.

"You hate bad weather?" Cindy said.

"Yeah, when it comes to bad weather, bad things always happen to me."

Crandall snapped a match and lit a cigarette.

The flames illuminated his face. "I nearly got hit by a car the other day because of bad weather. The time before that, I fell in the rain and nearly broke a bone."

Cindy told him, "You have some bad luck."

"That's true, and that's why I hate weather like this," said Crandall.

He looked outside and saw the entire sky was covered with gloomy clouds.

"It was raining the day before yesterday. During the live broadcast of Hunter Kraven, the attack by unknown creatures also happened in such bad weather."

Crandall told Cindy about what happened at the state park.

"And our Mr. Craven was taken away by such a tragedy."

Cindy was more interested in werewolves and unknown terrifying creatures, and asked Crandall, "What do you think of this tragedy?"

"I've been on the battlefield before, and I know what a creature of that level means. This kind of killing machine should probably appear on the battlefield, and it can only appear on the battlefield. I mean the creature that killed the werewolf."

"Have you ever been in a war?"

Crandall shrugged. “I served in the Gulf War, I served in a mercenary army in Europe, and then I lived in Bayanna, New Jersey, the closest place to Europe. It was a filthy place. Even now, it’s a filthy place.”

He told Cindy about his experience, "I was happy to return to S.H.I.E.L.D., and later I married my wife Norma, and we have lived a peaceful life ever since."

He was about to continue when he heard a sharp, thin cry, followed by a piercing sound.

Just as he was feeling puzzled, he suddenly saw a black SUV rushing towards him.

The speeding SUV hit several pedestrians on the roadside.

Shocked, he looked at the pedestrian who had been knocked down and injured.

His first impression was blood, blood everywhere.

The people watching nearby were also shocked!
A pale-faced woman was putting her clenched fists in her mouth, causing the corners of her mouth to be distorted, like a deformed smile.

The man, who was quick to react and knew first aid, was kneeling on the ground, trying to hold down the child's twisting head.

Crandall looked up at Cindy and reacted immediately, pulling out his pistol and preparing to get out of the car.

But soon several off-road vehicles rushed towards the airport.

A group of burly men wearing masks and holding standard weapons rushed out of the car.

Realizing the disparity in power between the two sides, Crandall immediately stopped thinking about overestimating his own capabilities.

His top priority now is to protect expert Cindy Moon. Her safety is the most important thing to him.

"Damn it!"

While cursing, he quickly asked for help from the SHIELD headquarters.

At the same time, he started the car, ready to escape from the dangerous area if anything went wrong.

"Damn it! Why are there terrorists at the airport?"

He cursed under his breath as he anxiously asked for help from SHIELD.

Cindy, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was relatively calm. She said to Crandall, "We have to drive the car backwards."

The location of the two people's vehicle is near the airport entrance.

Once the terrorists clash with security personnel, they are likely to cause harm to innocent people.

"I know."

Taking advantage of the crowd's panic, Crandall immediately drove the car backwards.

Other passengers in the airport also discovered this group of terrorist-like guys and screamed, causing the entire airport to become a mess.

As Crandall drove the car backwards, the crowd quickly blocked the car's path.

After hitting the steering wheel, Crandall opened the car door and helped Cindy get out.

There were a lot of people surrounding the injured person, and a blonde woman who seemed to be a nurse was rescuing the injured person.

Crandall glanced at the injured man.

This was a young man of about 20 years old, and it took him only three seconds to make the diagnosis: the young man was about to die.

Half of his head was crushed, his neck was broken, and a collarbone protruded from his swollen and twisted right shoulder.

A pus-like liquid slowly flowed out from his head and onto the ground.

Crandall could even see the young man's brain, pulsating through a shattered skull, as if he were looking through broken glass.

And it's incredible that this young man is still alive.

The miserable condition of the young man in front of him reminded him of the deaths of his comrades on the battlefield.

The mutilated bodies of comrades who had been hit by artillery shells were even more tragic than this.

After a moment of silence for the young man, Crandall remained calm as he shielded Cindy from the screaming crowd.

"Call an ambulance quickly," the blonde who looked like a nurse shouted hurriedly to the surroundings, "He is dying--"

"The ambulance is on the way."

Someone nearby responded to her.

But more people were concerned about escaping for their own lives.

Although Crandall wanted to help at this time, he was completely powerless.

"Whoosh!"

A bullet flew past his scalp!

Aware of the danger, he understood that the terrorists might be exchanging fire with the security personnel.

Even louder screams and cries filled the entire place.

"Oh, God!"

Crandall slapped his forehead and immediately hid with Cindy.

At this time, he and Cindy were hiding behind a car, not daring to move and could only wait for rescue.

There were several other people hiding behind the car, including a blonde woman and a young man who was injured and dying.

A white man hiding behind the car asked the blonde, "Madam, what should we do in this situation? If there is no ambulance, should we call the police car of the Airport Security Department or the ambulance of the State Emergency Rescue Center?"

The blonde looked panicked and frustrated.

But her voice remained calm when she answered: "I'm sorry, I don't know. I have never encountered such a situation since I started my internship at the hospital."

Crandall looked at the group of people scratching their heads nearby and couldn't help but say, "Call the airport guards. It's too late to call the emergency rescue center to send their ambulance. When the criminals' firepower can no longer cover this place, you can use the fire truck to send him to Bangor. At least the fire truck has sirens and signal lights."

Hearing this, the white man gritted his teeth and rushed out.

Risking being shot, this righteous passenger seemed to be going to call the guards.

There was a glimmer of guilt in Crandall's eyes.

No matter what they did, the young man was going to die. Even if the ambulance at the airport was parked outside with the engine running when he was hit by the car, the young man was still going to die.

The reason why I said this was just to let others call the airport security department which was not far away.

Cindy seemed to see through his thoughts and looked straight at him with eyes that could see through people's hearts.

Incredibly, the dying man moved.

His eyes moved and opened.

The eyes were blue, with blood all around the irises.

The eyes looked around blankly and saw nothing.

He tried to move his head, but Crandall, who had replaced the nurse, held him down tightly to prevent him from moving.

The other person broke his neck, and head trauma can cause great pain.

Cindy, who was standing next to him, asked Crandall, "How long can he keep doing this?"

"I don't know. He may die at any time. He may survive until the ambulance arrives. Only the doctor can tell us."

As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized that it was too stupid and pointless to say them in this situation.

This is a question asked by a bystander, but the hole in the young man's head makes him feel that he is just a bystander because no one can do anything.

Cindy then asked, "What are your plans for the future, Mr. Crandall?"

"We have to get out of here as soon as possible. I don't know what happened here."

Crandall replied.

He immediately thought about what might have happened, and it was his responsibility.

Crandall said to Cindy, "We can't just sit here and wait for death. I have to take you to the other door."

As he spoke, he stood up and looked towards another door of the airport.

It is far away from the exchange of fire and is also suitable as a hiding place.

Just as he stood up, the airport glass shattered with a loud crash.

Then, as he looked in astonishment, a sturdy man holding a gun smashed the glass and rushed out.

The opponent's huge body caused the ground to shake slightly.

Cindy also saw this scene and she looked towards the airport entrance.

I found a somewhat familiar figure standing there.

That looks like Spider-Man?!

Isn't it Gwen?
A hint of doubt flashed through her mind, and her eyes were fixed on Spider-Man.

The reason she appeared here was that she knew Gwen was inside the airport at the moment, and Tony Stark was also preparing to board the plane.

She arranged the attack in order to test Gwen's spider abilities, but she didn't expect Spider-Man to show up first.

Peter Parker, is that you?
She has always suspected that Peter Parker is Spider-Man, and now his appearance has further proved her guess.

The sudden appearance of Spider-Man made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

When Crandall saw the other person appear, his expression became less tense than before.

Now that Spider-Man appears, the other side may attract all the firepower of the terrorists.

Crandall heard the police sirens; the airport police were coming soon.

He said to Cindy, "You stay here, I'll be right back."

He wanted to drive the car out.

After Crandall left, on Cindy's side, the dying young man made a gurgling sound in his throat and tried to speak.

Cindy could make out some syllables, but not what he was saying.

She leaned over and said, "Don't worry, you'll be fine."

Although she said so, there was no comfort in her eyes.

The nurse next to her felt sick to her stomach at the scene and she quickly covered her mouth with her hands to calm herself down.

The young man made an indistinct sound: "Ka, ka--"

As the culprit who killed the young man in front of her, Cindy didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt.

She had experienced the same thing countless times.

The death of anyone will not change her mentality.

She had conducted countless human experiments, and she had created many human bodies with conditions more serious than this.

She raised her eyes and looked at Crandall.

Poor Crandall, he didn't even know that he was the culprit.

Such thoughts flashed through her mind, but her expression did not change.

She even recalled the first time she saw the tragic scene of human experimentation.

At that time, I was as panic-stricken as the nurse in front of me, right?

She looked around and realized that she was now alone with the young man.

Despite the danger, the nurse ran to a nearby temporary storage room, which seemed to contain medical supplies such as simple medicines.

Faintly, she could hear the nurse yelling that she needed a stretcher.

Cindy doubted whether she could find the stretcher in the storage room. After all, this was not a universal cabin where she could take out anything.

Turning her thoughts back to the present, she lowered her head to look at the young man lying on the ground.

The ground near the young man's head was soaked with purple blood that looked like mud, and the young man's brain fluid had stopped flowing out.

It was obvious that he couldn't hold on any longer.

But it’s better this way, it will end his suffering sooner.

She looked at the young man in front of her coldly, without any sympathy in her expression.

She shook her head slightly and said to the other party: "Although it is a bit too much to say this, it is far better for you to die now than to live. After all, you will always maintain this kind of pain. Sometimes, death is a kind of relief for humans, don't you think?"

The young man seemed to understand her words, and his eyes revealed a will to survive.

It was obvious that he didn't want to end his life like this.

At least in the current situation, he felt that he could still save the situation.

Crandall had already started the car and was driving towards this side.

The young man, who was breathing heavily and exhaling from his mouth, suddenly changed.

The young man suddenly said in a hoarse voice: "You will meet your end at the hands of Spider-Man and Spider-Woman!"

Then he opened his mouth and started laughing, and the bleeding corners of his mouth looked extremely scary.

Cindy looked down at him and began to not believe what she was hearing.

Then I thought I must be hallucinating.

The young man made some noises, and Cindy herself, unconsciously, connected them with similar things in her own experience.

But after a moment she realized she was not hallucinating.

But she still couldn't believe it.

Yes, these words were spoken on the young man's bloody mouth on the ground, and in Cindy's ears.

But it just means that this is an illusion that can be seen and heard.

Cindy Moon has an indestructible heart.

(End of this chapter)