Chapter 297 Elsa Bloodstone

"So you actually met the X-Men?"

Peter asked Gwen.

“And of course, they invited me to ride on their plane.”

It was the next morning, and Gwen was telling Peter about her experience yesterday.

"They said that the X-Men is a team of mutants who maintain peace. Their goal is to allow ordinary people and mutants to live in peace. So based on this concept, they want to talk to me and Geldof."

Gwen held the coffee cup, approached Peter, and asked curiously, "Do you know what happened in the end?"

"I am a little curious."

Peter said, shrugging his shoulders.

"You'd never guess, Peter, that Geldof fainted when he heard that he was a mutant."

"He fainted when I told him he was a mutant?"

"Yes."

Peter continued to ask: "Doesn't he know that he is a mutant?"

Gwen took a sip of her coffee and said, "I told him that, but he refused to admit that he was."

Peter nodded thoughtfully, "It seems that in this world, the status of mutants is still lower than imagined."

"this world?"

Gwen asked Peter: "Peter, have you ever seen mutants from other worlds?"

"No, but the mutants in 616 are unusually active."

"I can go and see them some other day. Come to think of it, I kind of miss Silk and Jessica and the others."

Gwen sat down on the couch, she took off her shoes and sat down.

"In short, Geldof couldn't bear the shock and he fainted. The woman named Jean Grey briefly checked his condition and said it was a temporary shock. She also called his fainting behavior 'mutant phobia'."

"Mutantophobia?"

Peter nodded, that was very apt.

"You must not know who they called last?"

"Who?"

Gwen replied: "They call him Professor X. His voice suddenly rings in your head, just like someone is talking to you face to face."

"uh-huh."

Peter knows Professor X quite well.

After all, this bald guy is a relatively popular guy in the Marvel world.

"They called him Charles Xavier. Professor X said I was very unusual and he wanted to meet me, but I refused because I had to prepare for the 'Past' exam."

Gwen made a regretful expression.

“It turns out they are not as sinister as the media say.”

Peter asked Gwen in surprise, "So you believe what the media says, Gwen?"

"We are surrounded by the media all the time."

Gwen kicked her feet. "It's hard not to be influenced by the media."

She climbed onto the back of Peter who was sitting next to her. "Why don't we talk about the fake Peter we saw a few days ago? Maybe he is also a mutant, a mutant who has disguised himself or changed his appearance."

Peter had roughly guessed who was impersonating him.

He said to Gwen, "That's a very real possibility."

"If I meet her next time, I will definitely be able to tell right away."

Gwen said that next time she sees someone pretending to be Peter, she will recognize it immediately.

She bared her teeth and bit the rim of the glass.

Like a puppy guarding its food, he stared at the coffee in the quilt eagerly, just like a puppy guarding its bones.

"But mutants," Gwen said, "are really enviable abilities. If I had extra super powers, I would want to have an infinite lifespan, Peter, and you too. Together, we could use infinite time to travel around parallel worlds."

Peter asked Gwen curiously, "If you only had a few days to live, what would you do, Gwen?"

Gwen's eyebrows twitched, "If I have a few days left to live, I don't want to spend them unhappily."

"Well, so how do you plan to spend the days?"

Gwen smiled, not a fake smile, maybe a little sad, but a smile as expected, "I don't know yet!"

"I'll have to think about the answer to that question."

Gwen quickly finished her coffee and slid the empty glass to the edge of the table, "Please buy me breakfast today. I don't seem to have any money."

Peter nodded and said, "Well, I can buy you a meal if you want."

Gwen's stomach made a gurgling sound.

She blushed a little and said, "Ahem, my esophagus is like a shallow pool filled with sour liquid. Anything that comes in will be consumed quickly."

After she put down the cup, she continued to lean on Peter intimately, "Now I have the answer, about how to spend my life meaningfully, I mean if there are only a few days."

"Oh? What?"

"Leave, escape, go to some random island, get a massage, and have a fairytale ending with some boy named Peter Parker."

Peter felt Gwen's weight, "Your boy doesn't have to just accept his fate."

"So what do you want, Peter?"

Gwen leaned over to his ear, "I'll have to have you lean over my bed and read poetry to me!"

Peter pretended to be in deep thought. "Reading poetry? The last time I stood by the table and read poetry to me, it was my English teacher."

Gwen laughed with delight at his words. "Don't tell me she read you poems by Poe, Plath, and Dickinson."

Peter nodded and followed her words and said, "Yeah, that's true. In addition to these few, there are also Keats, Dunne, and Yeats."

Gwen's eyes suddenly softened. "I know these writers are the kind of bastards who drink mint liqueurs together in the woods and tell stories about good and bad love."

She suddenly became emotional and thought of her own helplessness and fear when Peter was weaving the world.

She gently pressed against Peter's back and whispered, "No matter how long my life is, Peter, I am willing to have you by my side."

into the night.

Russell the Werewolf stood in the alley smoking a cigarette.

In the distance is a brightly lit clothes-picking club.

The club was like a sentimental motel, with glaring neon lights flashing alternately pink and blue.

A middle-aged man walked out of the bar, reeking of alcohol, and started vomiting along the corner of the wall.

Jack Russell was even worried that he would get alcohol poisoning and fall down and faint.

He had seen a dead guy like this before.

Because he vomited and fainted due to drinking, the other person swallowed his vomit back into his mouth after he fell down.

His rapid breathing caused his vomit to flow back into his lungs.

The last meal he "inhaled" was basically a mixture of a large amount of vodka and peanuts from the bar.

In the end, the other person died of suffocation due to vomit blocking his respiratory system.

"I wish you good luck."

After saying this in his mind, Russell turned his gaze away from the other person and continued to focus on the other people coming out of the bar.

"Squeak!"

The door was pushed open and a white young man walked out.

The other person was wearing dark Ray-Ban sunglasses, a V-neck T-shirt, and khaki pants, looking very fashionable.

When Russell saw the target appear, he walked straight up to him, grabbed the other person's clothes, and slammed him against the wall with a "bang".

"Russell?!"

The young man was startled to see Russell appear in front of him.

"Tell me, did that bastard Cork come to America?"

The Cork he was talking about was the dead man that Gwen and Rogue met, the mutant who stole the bloodstone.

"Calm down, Russell."

The white young man grabbed his hand and said, "Tonight is not a full moon night. You can't change."

The young man was also a figure from the dark world, a magician who knew a bit about the black arts.

"you are wrong."

Russell stared at him fiercely, "I have been fighting against the beast in my heart. Once I release the shackles, the beast in my heart will be released. You can try to see if I can tear you apart tonight!"

Looking at Russell's eyes, the white young man felt a little scared.

He didn't want to experience the feeling of being torn to pieces by this savage werewolf.

Even though the other party might be deceiving him, he didn't dare to gamble.

"What do you want to know?"

He asked the other party with a frown.

“Where’s Cork Tatchell?”

The white youth replied: "In New York, but - he is dead."

"died?"

Russell was stunned. He grabbed the man's clothes and pushed him against the wall. "Who did it?"

He knew this guy was well-informed, so he must know something he didn't.

This is also the reason why he found the other party.

"I don't know. I'm just selling some information. I'm not a futurist. But I heard that it was done by mutants. A group of mutants who seem to be plotting some evil plan have been quite active in New York recently."

After listening to the other party's words, Russell put him down.

His brows furrowed.

If Kirk Tatchell was killed by other mutants, it means that the bloodstone also fell into their hands. What will those mutants do after getting the bloodstone?
"You want that, don't you, Russell?"

The white young man suddenly asked him.

Russell was stunned for a moment.

Does this guy actually know about the bloodstone?
The young man said proudly: "Although I don't know what the mutant has, it must be very valuable. Many ambitious guys have paid attention to him."

"Don't be too smart."

Russell said to him, "People like you often end up in the worst situation. Let's go."

After sending the other person away, he turned around.

A woman wearing a black windbreaker, tight leather jacket, high boots, and burgundy hair stood in front of him.

"Elsa?"

Looking at the woman standing in front of him, Russell looked at her in surprise.

Elsa Bloodstone, daughter of the monster hunter Ulysses Bloodstone.

Born in Boston, Massachusetts, he actually grew up in England and considers Europe home.

"You shouldn't let him go. The safest way is to kill him."

Elsa's sharp eyes scanned him.

Russell smiled bitterly.

She knew that the other party could definitely do it.

Although he had only seen this daughter of Ulysses once, at the last hunting ceremony.

But he had heard that the other party was a ruthless person.

It is said that Ulysses was a strict parent and Bloodstone once made his daughter fight plague beasts when she was still a baby.

And to eliminate her weakness as a child, Bloodstone threw her to a large school of great white sharks off the coast of South Africa.

"He's just an innocent guy."

Russell said: "I don't have the habit of tearing people apart casually."

Elsa came over, "That was the funniest joke in hell. You've torn more than a few humans apart. I need your help, Jack."

"Uh-huh, I guess you want me to help you find the bloodstone, right?"

"You owe me this. Last time at the hunting ceremony in England, I saved your life."

Elsa talked about her father's last funeral, which was also a hunting ceremony.

As several demon hunters fought each other for the bloodstone, Elsa helped Russell.

"That is something that belongs to my family. It cannot fall into the hands of others, especially those with ulterior motives."

Elsa did not hide her thoughts. She said to Russell: "I must get the bloodstone."

"I guess your father must be a biased person. If he had given the bloodstone directly to you, this wouldn't have happened."

Russell said to her with a sigh.

"I dislike him."

Elsa pulled out the shotgun from her thigh wallet, "But all the grudges ended after his death. I think I might fight the mutants in New York and take back the blood stone. You will help me, right?"

"Do I have a choice? I guess you'd probably shoot me if I didn't agree."

Russell shrugged and agreed to the other party's proposal.

"But...if you want to go to war with mutants, it won't be an easy thing."

"How extraordinary is it?"

Elsa's eyebrows twitched.
"The strength of the two of us may not be enough."

Elsa asked him, "Don't you know some guys? Blade? Vampire? Or Ghost Rider? Spider-Man is also OK. I heard that a lot of Spider-Men appeared in New York some time ago."

Russell said helplessly: "Sorry, I am not familiar with the others except Blade Warrior."

"That's really bad news."

Elsa raised her gun and pointed it into the night, narrowing her eyes.

"But I don't have too much confidence. I believe in myself more."

"boom!"

She pulled the trigger into the pitch-black night.

"Roar!"

A roar was heard.

The monster behind a car suddenly jumped out and rushed towards the two.

The monster with a mouth full of fangs, a rotten and gray body, and long limbs that felt swollen, roared and pounced towards them.

"A night demon. This is not a monster that would appear in the city."

"boom!"

Shotgun bullets spurted out, hitting the monster's body heavily.

Seeing the monster rushing over, Russell shook his head helplessly.

The next moment his body swelled rapidly, bursting his clothes.

In an instant his body transformed into a huge and powerful werewolf.

"Boom!"

Stepping on the ground, Russell jumped over suddenly, knocked the monster over with one claw, and then bit its head.

But the monster had thick skin and flesh, and even if it was shot or attacked, it still had enough strength to fight back.

He dodged Russell's attack and knocked him away.

Elsa quickly approached the monster and kicked the monster who stood up, causing him to retreat repeatedly.

The monster, with bloodthirsty red light flashing in its eyes, pounced towards Elsa.

With her dodge points maxed out, she rolled forward on the ground to avoid the attack, and raised her hand to fire a barrage of bullets.

Russell, who had already stood up, took advantage of the monster's continuous retreat caused by bullets, rushed over, grabbed its head, and twisted it off with a "click".

The monster's head was twisted off, the red light in its eyes faded away, and it fell to the ground with a thump.

"How strange! The Night Monster doesn't appear in New York. It's a tearing monster that only appears in Eastern Europe."

Elsa put away her gun and checked the monster's condition.

"Moreover, the combat power of ordinary night monsters is not so strong. It has been strengthened by bloodstone."

Elsa's eyes suddenly became much sharper.

"It was the mutant who stole the bloodstone! Fuck!"

Elsa gritted her teeth and hammered the ground heavily with the butt of the gun.

"Ladies don't use bad words, Elsa."

Russell next to her said to her in a hoarse werewolf voice.

"I'm not a lady."

Elsa glared at him.

"Boom!"

Just when Elsa was regretting that she shouldn't have killed the night demon and should have continued investigating based on the clues, a figure suddenly appeared in front of the two of them.

Werewolf Russell was shocked when he saw Spider-Man suddenly appear in front of him.

When he was in the underground world of the copper mine, he had witnessed how powerful this guy was.

And the other party also got the Dark Book.

Elsa, feeling the tension of Russell's werewolf body, stood up with a serious expression and looked at the famous Spider-Man in New York.

Although she had never seen Spider-Man, she had heard many stories about this guy.

She was also extremely afraid of the Spider-Man in front of her.

If Gwen were here at this moment, when she saw Spider-Man appear, she would definitely recognize him immediately. This was definitely not her own Peter, but an impostor who pretended to be Peter and fought with her last time.

He is also likely to be a suspect in murder and robbery.

"You shouldn't be here."

"Peter" spoke up: "New York doesn't welcome monster hunters like you."

Elsa frowned, "Are you the manager of New York?"

"I am in control of the security of New York. Any criminals and evil are within the scope of my sanctions, and you."

He glanced at Elsa and Russell, "They are more troublesome than the monster lying here."

"So you want to expel us?"

Elsa's anger rose. "Who do you think you are? The underground mayor of New York?"

"Elsa"

Russell stopped Elsa from saying the next word.

"We don't want to cause trouble."

Russell tried not to sound offensive.

He knew that Peter would have an even scarier monster ready to go at any time.

The monster that once brought him to the brink of death was an existence that he, as a monster hunter, did not want to face.

Even if Peter did not take action and let his monsters besiege the two of them, he and Elsa would face death.

"We are investigating a case that concerns the safety of all of New York."

After hearing this, Peter folded his hands over his chest, stared at the two men and said, "No, for your own safety, you'd better not get involved in this matter. Go back, go back to Europe, and never set foot here again."

Elsa took a step forward, "What if I say no?"

(End of this chapter)