Chapter 189 Wolverine and Spider-Man’s eye contact!

The bar owner breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Wolverine didn't seem to care anymore.

He knew that this mutant was not someone he could easily mess with.

Some gangsters who had provoked him before seemed to have been severely beaten by him.

"Of course, if you want something else to drink, I can treat you to a few more before the bar closes."

The bar owner said as he looked towards his brother.

The fat man fell to his knees with a thud, gasping for breath and rubbing his throat with his hands.

Wolverine sat down on the bar and said, "Just whiskey. You should discipline your brother. It's better to give him a helmet to prevent him from biting people."

"I will think about it."

The bar owner said with a smile, but soon he couldn't smile anymore.

As he was staring in horror, the fat man suddenly looked up at him and smiled.

The bar owner was shocked and cried out that something was wrong.

Just like a sudden car accident, although he was aware of the problem, he was powerless to stop it.

The fat man grabbed the pool cue next to him and threw it at Wolverine again.

"Damn it!"

"Oh!"

Just as Peter was catching the mutant named "Shadow", the door of the bar was suddenly kicked open.

A fat man was thrown out of the bar and fell heavily to the ground, splashing countless rain water.

The fat man screamed in pain, holding his throat and standing up, but the next second a figure jumped out from the bar.

Wolverine, wearing a leather jacket, glared at the fat man and rushed towards him like a wild beast.

The frightened fat man stepped back repeatedly, and his back hit the wall with a bang.

In a flash Wolverine was in front of him.

"Crack!"

A sharp adamantium claw flashing with cold light pierced out from his right hand.

The adamantium claws clicked and nailed into the walls on both sides of the fat man's head, fixing his head in the middle.

Then, under the Fatty's horrified gaze, a sharp metal claw slowly extended from the middle of Wolverine's right hand, stretched towards his forehead, and finally rested on the skin of his forehead.

The fat man, with blood and rain on his face, immediately felt the approach of death and didn't dare to breathe.

"Boom!"

The door was flung open, and the bar owner stood behind Wolverine, holding a long-barreled shotgun.

Although he is very scared now, he has no choice but to risk it in order to save his brother.

"Let him go! And get out of my bar, monster!"

Faced with the bar owner's threat, Wolverine said nothing.

The next second, he turned around suddenly.

In a flash, he stabbed out with an adamantium claw from his left hand.

The sharp adamantium claws directly cut off the barrel of the shotgun.

With a "bang", the shotgun barrel fell to the ground.

Wolverine's actions stunned the fat man and the bar owner.

Even the "shadow" who was being strangled by Peter was stunned.

Peter frowned as he watched Wolverine jumping out of the bar. Is this Wolverine Logan?
A strong and aggressive Wolverine with adamantium infused into his body? !

"Help! Help! Help!"

Just as Wolverine shook his leather jacket and prepared to leave, "Shadow" suddenly used all his strength and squeezed out a word from his throat to call for help from Wolverine.

Wolverine, hearing the voice, looked towards Peter.

Only then did he notice that there were other guys in the alley besides his group.

He was slightly stunned when he saw Peter, wearing a black exoskeleton, holding Shadow's throat with one hand and pressing him against the wall.

"What are you thinking about, kid."

In Mrs. Spider's mansion, Mrs. Spider asked the stunned Gwen.

"I"

Gwen was a little worried about Peter, but was too embarrassed to say it out loud.

She quickly changed the subject.

Gwen thought for a moment and then said, "I don't quite understand, Mrs. Spider, have you really seen the heir family that hunted Spider-Man? Is this the ability you inherited from your grandmother?"

"Yes, she made me understand that the universe has its own laws, and these laws are usually hidden behind people's sight unless someone can see deeper or is willing to study them."

Mrs. Spider said as she looked towards Gwen.

"This is not witchcraft, nor is it some kind of trick, kid. Your abilities are far superior to most people because you are special. But you always think that giving you special abilities will make your life confusing. Am I right?"

Hearing Mrs. Spider say this, Gwen was stunned for a moment, then nodded slowly.

"I was always wearing a mask, one was Gwen, the other was Spider-Woman, and I couldn't handle that relationship, even... my father and I were even separated because of it, it was a bit heavy for me."

Faced with Mrs. Spider who seemed to be able to see through her heart, Gwen couldn't help but confide her troubles to her.

“You know what you’re doing, and you know what it means to you.”

Mrs. Spider slowly said to Gwen: "Child, you are stronger than you think, but no matter which choice we make, we will face various difficulties. Pain is the ghost that accompanies humans, and you are a superhero, this ghost will make you more painful."

Mrs. Spider saw Gwen's inner hesitation and said, "You are very determined in what you are doing now, but you keep looking for reasons for yourself. Child, you don't need reasons. Keep doing what you are doing. Even if there are countless universes, you are still the most special Spider-Woman, so don't doubt yourself."

"Am I the most special one among so many Spider-Men?"

Gwen looked at Mrs. Spider in surprise.

"Yes, the crisis of this universe needs you and Peter to solve it. All you have to do is trust, whether it is in yourself or in others."

"trust?"

Gwen was stunned.

"Yes, that's the only thing keeping you apart."

Mrs. Spider's words were full of meaning. "Also, child, you must remember that the death you see is not real death."

"I can tell you about my grandmother's death, son, and that might enlighten you."

Mrs. Spider fell into recollection. "My grandmother had a jar of teeth. They were teeth of various animals that she had collected over the years. One day, she poured all the teeth in the jar in front of me, dipped her finger in blood, and then placed her finger a few centimeters above the teeth and turned it around."

"My grandmother told me that her suffering will soon end, after tomorrow night."

"She has foreseen that her final death is about to come."

Gwen couldn't help but ask Mrs. Spider: "So. Did that really happen?".

Mrs. Spider nodded.

"I didn't feel sad, or even a little conflicted. I just remember that I couldn't sleep. The next night, I lay in bed like a child waiting for dawn. I couldn't sleep and didn't know why. I was also a little scared. In the middle of the night, I heard some noise outside, a friction sound."

(End of this chapter)