"Real Adamantium!" Ailer's eyes lit up.
Unmixed silver, liquid before forming… That's right, this is real Adamantium.
Next to the container was a small booklet, recording how an elderly Steve obtained this can of Adamantium, and his research on this metal.
On his way back to return the Infinity Stones, Steve encountered a peculiar group in a certain parallel Universe who called themselves the X-Men and believed they were Mutants, different from ordinary people.
The elderly Steve and the X-Men went through some events and finally obtained this can of Adamantium.
In the elderly Steve's notes, this Adamantium was described as indestructible; even a direct nuclear bomb blast wouldn't damage it.
Even Mutants who controlled magnetism could only change the form of Adamantium, not destroy it.
There wasn't a large amount of this Adamantium, but it was enough to coat a layer on armor or forge a weapon.
Ailer carefully put away the can of Adamantium, thinking it might be of great use in the future.
"My other self is truly generous." Steve put on the arm gauntlet-style shields and then threw two punches into the air.
That lightweight texture… Steve immediately thought of the Vibranium shield he had once used.
This pair of arm gauntlet-style shields was definitely made of Vibranium, very suitable for the current Steve.
The shields could extend on both sides to increase the protected area, and the front could also extend sharp points to increase destructive power.
Under Steve's operation, the shields retracted and then closed; he contentedly accepted this gift.
At this moment, Ailer, who had put away the Adamantium, also asked Steve a question.
"By the way, Steve, what did you say to that imposter when the funeral ended?"
"Oh, that." Steve smiled slyly, "I deliberately brought up some past events of Captain America. Although he answered fluently, I could feel the fluctuation of that evil soul within him. That familiar scent definitely belongs to him."
This old ice pop seems a bit sly… Ailer thought to himself, then shook his head and said:
"You also need to pay more attention. HYDRA's enhanced humans are getting stronger and stronger. The latest one that appeared is almost comparable to me."
"Don't worry, I've also been making progress." Steve extended his right fist, and a red aura, like Fire, was leaping on his fist.
Ailer had only seen this manifestation of 'Qi' on Iron Fist Daniel Rand. Even if The Hand were multiplied, they wouldn't compare to the current Steve.
Ailer's Qi had already merged with the Starbrand power and could not be compared to others who cultivated 'Qi'.
"That's good." Ailer nodded. Just then, he felt his pocket vibrate, so he took out his Spider Smartphone.
It was Harry's call. As soon as Ailer picked up, he heard Harry's urgent voice.
"Senior, it's bad! Peter is about to be beaten to death by a bad guy!"
Is there still someone in New York who can defeat Spider-Man? Ailer felt a bit incredulous for a moment. At the same time, he summoned Propulsion Vanguard and asked Harry:
"Harry, tell me the location, the whole story, and the enemy's characteristics."
"Okay, Senior…"
Harry told Ailer everything in detail.
.........
Time rewound to ten minutes ago.
Peter and Harry, these good friends, were patrolling the city. They were swinging on webs and singing on the street, with Harry chatting with Peter while riding his hoverboard.
Harry was even teaching Peter how to pursue a girlfriend. The two good brothers were supposed to have a happy day.
Suddenly, Peter discovered two cars that had crashed. The warm-hearted duo, of course, couldn't stand by and immediately helped the citizens escape the predicament.
But after Peter and Harry intervened, their nightmare descended.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Spider-Man of this World."
A man wearing a black overcoat, a White shirt underneath, with a pale face like paper, dressed like a medieval nobleman, stopped Peter and Harry.
"Excuse me, are you a history enthusiast?" Peter said playfully and humorously. His Spider-Sense hadn't activated, meaning he could safely let this man get closer.
"I'm sorry, sir, I have class this afternoon and can't have afternoon tea with you."
"No, my afternoon tea is you!"
The man tore off his aristocratic facade. Violent killing intent surged from him, and he seemed to transform into the best hunter, a greedy Vampire.
At this point, even if Peter's Spider-Sense hadn't warned him, he knew this person meant trouble.
Peter shot webs to stop the man, but the man's strength was terrifying; he directly tore off the webs that landed on his face.
"I am your bane, Spider-Man." A smug, evil smile appeared on the man's face, "These little tricks won't work on me!"
With that, the man pounced on Peter like a leopard. His movements were swift as wind, and Peter had nowhere to dodge.
Peter, without his Spider-Sense, couldn't evade, but Ailer's training hadn't been in vain. He found an opportunity and met the man with both fists.
In an instant, it was as if more than twenty one-ton cars had sped past. The man firmly grabbed Peter's fists and sneered:
"Spider-Man, is that all the strength your fists have?"
"What?!" Peter said in disbelief. Normally, even Luke Cage wouldn't dare to take his punches like that, but this man, seemingly from the Middle Ages, had done it.
Why was this happening? Confusion filled Peter's heart.
"Spider-Man, hurry and go, I'll hold him off!" Harry threw a few pumpkin bombs at the man. He saw that the man's target was Peter.
In that case, he absolutely couldn't let this unknown man succeed!
The pumpkin bombs exploded, creating a large amount of smoke. The impact forced the mysterious man to let go, and Peter took the opportunity to escape.
The mysterious man frowned. He decided to punish this ignorant brat first.
"Truly courting death!" The man roared. Harry controlled his hoverboard to shoot while also throwing many darts and grenades.
Facing such dense attacks, the mysterious man didn't dodge or evade. He endured the attacks head-on and came before Harry, then punched Harry, sending him flying backward, even shattering his mask.
After these events, Harry made that phone call.
Some time later, Peter slumped in an alley. He clutched his recently injured abdomen, a painful expression on his face.
"Not running anymore, Spider-Man? The most delicious prey is the one that struggles."
"Listen, sir, illegal hunting is not allowed." Peter remained optimistic. He forced himself to stand up, but almost stumbled.
Just then, a hand supported Peter, and a voice filled with anger questioned the mysterious man:
"What are you doing to my beloved junior, Morlun!"
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