SUP Chapter 57: The Last Superhero

Facing Ian's explanation, the girl named Gwen paid no attention.

"Gwen Stacy?"

Ian tentatively asked.

"Hmm?"

The other party seemed somewhat surprised, clearly Ian had guessed correctly. Indeed, this was that girl whom Spider-Man Peter Parker across several generations had never successfully managed to sleep with.

"Do you know me? Have we met?" The girl Gwen looked Ian up and down, her expression confused, as if trying to recall whether she had ever seen Ian before.

"No, I've just heard about you... and Spider-Man's story. You mentioned earlier that all the former superheroes went crazy, could you tell me what happened?"

Ian wanted to seize the opportunity to extract some information.

"I woke up from sleep, and the world was like this." He told another small lie, after all, compared to explaining that he came from another dimension, fabricating a story about being cursed by a witch to sleep for a long time was obviously simpler. Don't underestimate a writer, no, he was about to have a bestselling book, Ian felt he deserved to be called a writer.

"Spider-Man, huh."

Gwen seemed uninterested in Ian's "story," which disappointed Ian somewhat. Her expression looked somewhat sad, as if recalling some sorrowful past events.

"There's been no Spider-Man in this world for a long time." The girl sighed heavily, her gaze melancholic, looking down at her pale right hand gripping the firearm.

She bent her wrist slightly, staring at the somewhat wrinkled pulse point, her expression growing increasingly sad.

"Here, tissue. Let me help you hold this heavy thing, I'll suffer a bit, then you can properly wipe your eye crust." Suddenly, a voice rang out beside Gwen, who was still reminiscing.

Then, someone attempted to take control of the firearm from her hand.

"What are you doing!?"

Gwen was startled. She hadn't noticed Ian's approach at all. After reacting, she immediately pushed Ian hard, then warily retreated five or six steps.

In her instinctive reaction, Gwen pointed the gun muzzle at Ian, but seeing Ian's eager expression, she felt another headache and helplessly lowered the gun.

"What's wrong with you?" The girl perhaps didn't realize how dangerous Ian was, so after lowering the firearm again, she looked at the boy in front of her with incomprehensible eyes.

"You're that strong?"

Ian was somewhat stunned, rubbing his chest with flickering eyes.

"Don't try to grab my gun again!" Gwen didn't respond to Ian's confusion at all, only issued a stern warning that perhaps didn't have much deterrent power.

"Give me a chance... really, trust me. Before I had no choice, now I want to be a bad guy who gets shot." Ian was so envious of that full battery of laser bullets. Honestly, if he wasn't carrying gold bars, which were hard currency even in the apocalypse, he would definitely "rent" the opponent's firearm directly.

"..."

Gwen really wanted to give Ian a full clip.

However, her emotional regulation ability was still decent.

"To be honest, you remind me of a comic I read as a child." Gwen sighed helplessly. Her increasingly blurred childhood made her mood quite melancholic.

"What comic?"

Ian was curious.

But Gwen remained silent. She turned her head and glimpsed several swaying black shadows appearing vaguely in the snow curtain.

The next moment.

"You like playing with guns so much, right? Here!" Her attitude suddenly changed 180 degrees, directly throwing the firearm in her hand toward Ian not far away.

Ian caught it steadily.

After the firearm touched his hand, it emitted the light sound of mechanical rotation in his palm.

[Identity verification passed]

The electronic voice was particularly clear in the quiet snow.

Ian was somewhat surprised.

While Gwen's pupils suddenly contracted, her face changed drastically in an instant.

"How is this possible!?"

Her voice was full of incredulous shock.

"Uh... I'm quite surprised too." Ian could of course guess this was some kind of identity recognition for usage permissions. He just didn't understand, like Gwen, why he could also unlock the firearm's usage permissions.

Unless Gwen also had a secret crush on him and had secretly authorized him just now?

Ian felt this was quite reasonable, but not quite legal. He was only a fourteen-year-old boy, while Gwen was clearly already an eighteen or nineteen-year-old old woman. Ian thought about this, planning to empty the magazine to hone his bullet-catching skills.

"Creak creak~"

The sudden movement made him pause his actions. He saw four fully armed soldiers and a woman in a white coat actually riding bicycles through the area.

Betty Ross, Bruce Banner's ex-girlfriend. Ian felt he shouldn't have guessed wrong.

"What's the situation?"

The female scientist Betty stopped with one foot on the ground. The pants under her white coat were covered with snow and mud. Clearly, she had fallen many times along the way. Ian knew all too well how slippery the streets were.

Even he couldn't handle it.

"This person is the teleporter who appeared near the corpses and mysteriously disappeared before we took away the Hulk and Homelander. The system actually recognizes him as a legitimate user of the weapon."

As she spoke, Gwen stepped forward and snatched the gun from Ian's hand before he could warm it up.

"What, can't handle losing?"

Ian felt the other party was really wrong. Her strength was actually greater than his. Seeing that Ian no longer had a firearm in his hand, the four soldiers also lowered the weapons they had aimed at Ian.

They were also laser guns. Ian was so envious.

"Possibly a remnant S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, or maybe a survivor from S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy." Betty also looked at Ian with surprise, pushing her glasses. Ian's reflection appeared in the lenses.

"Are you?"

Gwen looked at Ian.

"Uh, I don't know. I'm just someone who was caught by an evil witch, then brought back to prepare..." Ian had just seized the opportunity to tell his story.

However, scientist Betty didn't intend to give him a chance to showcase his talent.

"Let's go back first. We'll check the database later to find out about his situation." Betty looked deeply at Ian. The four soldiers beside her immediately surrounded Ian.

"You still have a base?"

Ian didn't resist. His curiosity was immediately piqued. He had wandered in this world for some time, but had never discovered any other living things in this city.

He didn't expect so many people to suddenly emerge. Regardless of whether these people were remnants from the past in the universe, Ian was really curious about where these people usually hid.

"Follow us, and you'll find out." Betty exchanged a glance with Gwen. She suddenly took out an instrument to scan Ian, after which her expression relaxed considerably.

"Superhumans with remaining goodness are very important to us." Betty's tone also relaxed a lot. Not only her, but Gwen and the four soldiers were also no longer so wary of Ian.

Probably because the mysterious instrument lit up with green light?

"Of course I'm good. I'm completely upright." Ian wasn't surprised by the test results at all. Just look at what kind of family environment and what kind of influence he grew up under.

Marx in his previous life, red underwear in this life. Who could be redder than him?

"Let's go."

Gwen didn't want to continue communicating with Ian. She took the initiative to walk in the direction scientist Betty had come from. Ian followed closely, and the others also pushed their bicycles, choosing not to ride.

Probably they all had psychological trauma from falling.

Soon, Ian followed Gwen, Betty, and these few people to a hidden alley. Gwen skillfully pried open a manhole cover, looked back once, then jumped down without hesitation.

"Leap of faith?"

Ian didn't want to fall on his butt, so he seized the opportunity and jumped down hard.

"..."

Gwen, who had landed, saw the falling object from above and wordlessly caught Ian.

"Thank you, Gwen. You're the real superhero."

Ian remained polite.

Then, the others also slid down using ropes. Gwen put Ian down and led the way deeper into the sewer. In the damp tunnel, only footsteps and dripping sounds remained.

Soon, they reached the end of the tunnel, where there was a door gleaming with metallic cold light. The Avengers logo on it had already faded.

"Wait a moment."

Betty suddenly stopped Gwen, who was preparing to verify her identity.

"Let him go."

She looked at Ian.

Ian raised an eyebrow and walked to the door with some curiosity.

[Identity verification passed]

The same situation again. The door opened with a rumble.

Ian was thoughtful. He thought about his "setting" in this world where he wouldn't be harmed by anything. Was his current situation also related to this special characteristic of his?

"How can this be!"

Both Gwen and Betty's expressions were somewhat suspicious and uncertain.

"He can pass verification too?"

Gwen stared with disbelief, "Could it be that our system was hacked? He's a hacker who entered his identity information into our system in advance?"

This was the most likely guess in her view. After all, for her to believe that Ian was once a high-level agent, she was unwilling to believe such a thing from the bottom of her heart.

"That's impossible. No one can hack us."

Betty frowned tightly. She couldn't figure it out, but still rejected Gwen's judgment.

"So confident?"

Ian didn't understand hacking methods, but he felt that in any world, there shouldn't be an impenetrable information system. The strongest shield was always just used to complement the strongest spear.

This was probably even more true in the Marvel universe.

"You really seem to know nothing..." Betty carefully observed Ian's reaction. Her frown deepened, "Our system here is absolutely the safest system in the world."

As she spoke, she led Ian inside the door.

"Why?"

Ian asked while walking.

Inside the door was an underground space as large as a football field. Dozens of personnel in white coats shuttled between various precision instruments. In the center of the hall stood a huge hemispherical computer.

Data streams rolled like waterfalls across its surface.

"Because we have... the last superhero in this world." Betty's words were full of confidence, yet the heavy feeling in her tone was obviously much stronger.

She pointed to the computer in the middle of the hall.

"Ultron?"

Ian openly stated his guess. Anyway, his "background" information had been further developed on the way. He clearly knew that in this world, he didn't need to hide his "omniscience."

However, the next moment, Ian discovered that perhaps he wasn't so "omniscient" after all.

"No, not Ultron."

A low, magnetic male voice suddenly rang out.

"But me, Iron Man, Tony Stark."

That voice actually came from the computer. A very handsome face was pieced together by countless characters.

[NEXT CHAPTER]