The flames, the overwhelming flames, were rushing towards Bob one after another, like the waves at the high tide.

Don't worry that Bob can avoid this fire because he raises the sky, because anyone who has seen the most spectacular tide can understand what kind of height the waves can sweep to. He can't escape the fire, and the evil spirits that cling to him and linger around him can't escape.

Although these evil spirits showed great fear when the fire appeared, and they could be said to have fled desperately. But after all, their speed could not exceed the speed of the flames sweeping over. So in just a blink of an eye, most of the evil spirits were already submerged in the rushing sea of ​​fire, and then directly burned to ashes by the sudden fire.

Bob thought that his fate would not be much better than these evil spirits. Because he had basically lost his will to survive without feeling that he had to do anything desperately.

No matter how hard you struggle, you will probably be a result of death in the end. In contrast, the current way of death that is burned to ashes is relatively clean and neat than the way of death that is eaten by those evil spirits one by one.

He thought so in his heart. With such a negative thought, he had closed his eyes, and then he naturally opened his hands as if he had seen his old grandmother who had been dead for many years hugging him.

It seemed as if he had heard the bell from heaven. Yes, the sound became clearer and clearer, almost as if it was ringing in his ears.

",,..." Peter, who kept knocking on Bob's face armor with his fingers as if he was knocking on the door, urged impatiently. "Wake up quickly, don't waste time here, we have already cleared up here!"

The familiar voice finally made Bob come back to his senses. He realized that he was not dead yet, and even more aware of the situation where he had been saved. This made his whole heart full of inexplicable impulse. It seemed that because of this kind of walking back from the edge of life and death, his mind was particularly clear at this moment, just like a legendary enlightenment.

"So death is like this. It's really like a new life."

His feelings made Peter feel a little tooth-ache, because from his perspective, the things Bob had encountered before could not be called death directly.

It might have been interesting at the beginning, but as he put the steel armor on his body, these evil spirits could not hurt him no matter what. If he insisted on saying that there was, it could only be said that he was scaring himself and forcing himself into a dangerous situation. As for external threats, they did not exist at all.

Thinking of this, Peter recalled Bob's previous performance. This made him feel a little tooth-pained because he discovered a very serious problem, that is, Bob didn't seem to fight at all.

He clearly has such a sharp weapon that only takes a few rounds of output to solve, but he played it into a desperate situation in the end and a dead end. This is a state of mind.

"Have you really never learned how to fight at all? How did you get your license as a S.H.E.L.D.?"

He asked Bob this question, and in the face of his question, Bob touched the back of his head embarrassedly, and then said to him innocently.

"I don't know why S.H.E.L.D. fell in love with me at that time. It seemed that when I was about to graduate, the research department of S.H.E.L.D. came to the door and signed me in."

It seemed that he felt that such an explanation made him feel a little embarrassed in front of his idol. He quickly added.

"Don't look at me like this, I'm just a little uncomfortable for a while. In fact, I have also received a full set of training from SHIELD. As long as I'm given another chance, I will definitely perform better than today!"

He swears, and Peter doesn't doubt it much. Because now he acts like a pile of mud. No matter how bad it is, it's impossible to be worse than a pile of mud. If this is the case, it's too sorry for his equipment. Therefore, Peter still has some confidence in how he can perform better. Of course, this confidence is also very limited. It's estimated that his psychological expectations for him are raised from mud to a certain level of soft tissue organisms.

Peter, who had never had too much confidence in him, certainly could not have too much expectations for him at this time. It is estimated that he could protect himself, which is the limit of his expectations.

This requirement is really not high, so he quickly pulled Bob up from the ground and patted his shoulder and comforted him.

"Be careful next time and don't fall behind. If there is another time, I can't guarantee that we can come here in time!"

"Of course, of course." Bob, who was very self-aware of his performance, quickly made a promise in the steel shell. However, after making such a promise, he seemed to have found something. He quickly asked Peter such a question. "Wait, when did you come?"

"Since you called for help on the radio."

After answering indifferently, Peter had already shifted his attention to another place. One of his subordinates was walking over with a devil like smoke. And Peter had already explained this to such a captive.

"We heard it when you first called for help. However, someone answered you one step ahead of us. Well, it was him. The night tour devil, a good illusionist. We just needed a local native to confirm the situation around here, so we took advantage of this opportunity."

Peter's untrue explanation was rumbling in Bob's ears. He never expected that in the blink of an eye, he would turn from a teammate into a bait in front of them.

If it were said that this was the S.H.E.L.D. people did this. After all, those people are utilitarians. As long as they can achieve their goals, they will not care about the issue of sacrifice or not. However, Peter and others are different. He is a superhero, and most importantly, he is his idol.

His idol uses himself as bait, puts himself in a dangerous situation, and seduces these devils and evil spirits. Such a move is no different from betrayal for him.

Bob suffered a huge psychological impact. It was precisely because of this psychological impact that he almost forgot his identity and questioned Peter.

"You use me? How can you use me?"

"Why, do you have anything you can't accept?" Although morally, he was unreasonable. However, in the face of such questions, Peter still showed a tough and uncontroversial tone.

This made Bob feel speechless and choked for a moment. He was not a strong person himself, and the reason why he exploded in this situation was entirely out of his indignation. Now, the restless blood has solidified. If he wants to ask Peter as he did before, he no longer has the confidence to do so.

He had no confidence to continue, but this did not mean that Peter was willing to end the topic so suddenly. The opportunity was special now, because it could clearly put the purpose of his trip in front of Bob, making him realize that this was not an outing.

All their actions are to take risks. Today is him, tomorrow may be someone else. And in this team, his identity is not special than anyone else. So, if he wants to obtain absolute safety, then leaving here and returning to the world is his only choice.

This is also Peter's good intentions for Bob. Although this kindness is difficult to accept, Peter no longer cares about other people's opinions at this moment.

"Listen, Mr. Wilson. I came here to start a war, not to bring you to travel. On this land, in order to win the next war, I will use all the means and resources I may use. So let alone use you as bait, even anyone, including myself. As long as I can get even a little bit of the opportunity in this war, I will do it without hesitation."

"For my decision, you can choose to refuse, and then I will send you back to the world directly after you refuse. Because here, I will not allow any voices against me. And if you choose to accept, then please shut up your mouth honestly and swallow all the complaints into my stomach."

"I..." From Peter's perspective, Bob also understood that his statement was not wrong. It can be said that he was doing the completely correct thing. But from the perspective of a fan to his idol, he felt an indescribable disappointment about Peter's performance.

A feeling of idol disillusion came to his heart, making it difficult for him to have any spirit of Peter's words. Whether it was objection or acceptance, he had no intention of giving Peter a positive answer.

But Peter raised his eyebrows, then pressed Bob's shoulder hard, and asked him.

"How about it, what is your answer? I don't have time to wait for you to make a decision slowly. You have to know that now is just the beginning. Just as I said to you at the beginning, it's still time for you to decide to withdraw now. If you don't make a decision now, then I can only take your current attitude as a default. And since that's the case, if you have any comments in the future, I won't be polite to you."

"I know what you mean." With impatient intentions about such a step-by-step press, Bob pushed away Peter's hand on his shoulder and replied to him in a stern tone. "I'm still the same sentence. This is my task, and I won't give up. If you want to use me as bait, just come. Anyway, I won't leave, I will never leave. I will remember everything that happened here in my mind, and sooner or later, I will tell others all the things I see. Peter Parker, you are a hypocrite. You are not worthy of being a superhero at all!"

"Superhero?" Hearing such a familiar and unfamiliar title, Peter's face immediately showed a complex and unexplained look.

He understood Bob's meaning, but he really couldn't agree with what he meant.

Perhaps in the eyes of these ordinary people, superheroes are glamorous and endlessly longing for. But only people like them who are in it know what kind of heavy responsibilities and missions they bear after this name.

They are already accustomed to birth and death. Since they have chosen such a path, such results are acceptable to them.

It is their honor to put life on their ideals. However, they cannot accept it no matter what. After they use life as a bet and press on this ideal gambling, the final outcome can only be a disillusioned ending.

Why are the first generation of superheroes nowadays? Isn’t it because they have seen through this cruel world and the ridiculousness of this name?

He was already the last perseverance. Even he had reached the limit he could bear by this time.

Why did he stand in the opposite direction of the government so resolutely, and why did he not hesitate to change his past style of conduct and appear in front of the criminals as the image of the destroyer and the killer. In addition to the darkness of this world that he could no longer agree with, the main reason is that he was ready for a last try.

If those sins cannot be dissolved, then he would rather die with them.

This is the least known idea in his mind. From this perspective alone, he has completely abandoned the glorious name of the superhero.

Superhero? It is just a fairy tale that is beautified by people. It does not represent true justice, and true justice is by no means nothing more.

This is his voice, not something that is spoken by outsiders. Because these words can never be said to outsiders, he could only turn around and sneer at Bob at this time.

"Take such a name to those fools who are willing to wear it. I am no longer a superhero. So, whatever you want, just do whatever you want!"
Chapter completed!