New Flash Marvel Reborn

Chapter 219 The Graveyard
A year and a half ago.

The earth's stratosphere opened up a vortex for no reason, like a flower of death blooming in the extremely cold space, frenziedly spraying swirling air currents, like churning blades.

There is no means on Earth to detect such a hole, and space has theoretically been torn apart, but all weather satellites have not detected any anomalies.

What this hole brought was just an object that looked like black iron.The black guy was spit out from the middle hole, and the split part of the space closed immediately, as if it was opened specially to send this black thing.

Like a black meteorite, it impacted the atmosphere, wrapped in raging flames, and fell in an arc towards the ground.

Things that fall from the sky always attract attention, unless it is something that you don't want to be published.About half an hour after it hit the ground, the crater was surrounded by car lights and human voices.

A man with his head held high, wrapped in a black windbreaker pulled up the blockade, and walked in with a stoop. The busy staff bowed respectfully to him after seeing him.And this guy acted like he didn't see it, he ignored the people around him and strode towards the middle of the crater.

"Sir, this extraterrestrial object is highly radioactive. I don't know what kind of harm it will cause to the human body. It is unwise to get so close."

Completely ignoring the advice of the staff, the officer walked into the deep pit.No one dared to stop him, not only because of the noble status of this officer, but also because of his famous violent temper.

The person in the black windbreaker walked to the fallen black object and took off the black leather gloves, revealing his thick palms.He lifted the object up, as if grabbing the handle.

It turned out to be a lantern, a black lantern.The central part is hollow, but exudes an ominous atmosphere, and everyone around them retreats involuntarily.

Only this officer looked at the sleeping lamp with hungry eyes, as if he had found the treasure that he had been pursuing all his life.

just now.

It is an absolutely secret base directly under the US Department of Defense, and even the president does not know what is going on here.

Secretary of Defense Del Lasco walked quickly into the interior of the base.Although there was no expression on his old-fashioned face, his footsteps were so fast that the person in charge who greeted him couldn't keep up, reflecting his inner urgency.

"As we said earlier, Mr. Minister, it has not responded for a year and a half. But now, it wakes up as if hibernation is over, and it emits strange frequencies. I think it may want to talk to us. Say something."

Lasko ignored him and walked straight to the automatic door at the end of the passage.He took off his gloves and pressed his palm on the palmprint scanning lock at the door, and the door unlocked with a "ding".

Lasko walked into it, and what he saw was a busy laboratory.Everyone was busy spinning around, surrounding the black lantern on the central table that was being scanned by various sophisticated instruments.

Lasko walked to the table and said in a voice that was not loud enough for everyone to hear: "Everyone, get out."

Everyone stopped, staring at the officer in astonishment, but no one moved.Because the first reaction to this unbelievable order was that either he heard it wrong, or the minister expressed the wrong meaning.

But Lasko raised his voice, almost shouting, "I said it!"

Although it felt weird, no one dared to touch his reverse scales.The researchers drooped their heads quietly and walked out through the automatic door one by one, leaving only the Minister of Defense behind.

His eyes burned with desire like a beast, and he walked towards the deep black lantern step by step.

He was the first person on this planet to mention this lamp. From that moment on, he felt that this lamp had some kind of strange soul, whispering in his ear, making him wait for the moment when the lamp wakes up.

Now, he seemed to have finally waited for this moment!

He stepped forward, impatiently grasped the handle of the lamp, raised it in front of himself, and stared at the dark core of the lamp with full expectation.

The hole that was obviously supposed to be filled with something finally ignited, becoming what a lamp should be.But what was released from it was not like ordinary flames, but like black flames, the underworld fire from hell.Cold, dark, but definitely burning.

Through the black fire, Lasker seemed to see some terrible emotion like despair, or it should be said that it was something darker and colder and more powerful than the category of "emotion".

A word suddenly popped into his mind - death.

"It's so beautiful." Lasko showed an ambitious smile, as if admiring the beautiful scenery.

Manhattan, cemetery.

There was torrential rain falling in the sky, and the rain water crackled the blue floor tiles.The lead-colored clouds covered the sky and poured thousands of tons of water like opening a sluice. From time to time, there were a few thunderclaps, and lightning flashed across the road.

The pale electric light reflected the gloomy tomb pale, making it extraordinarily terrifying.The two black umbrellas are like blooming flowers in the wind and rain, standing upright in the wind.

Parker and Felicia held umbrellas, held hands, and stood side by side in front of the white tombstone.The words "BEN PARKER" are deeply engraved on it.

I don't know how many times Parker told others the story that led to the birth of Spider-Man, like a father who tirelessly recited the same story to his son, but every time he recited it with so much affection.

Especially when it comes to Uncle Ben's death because of his own selfishness, the self-blame is beyond words.The eye circles of both of them were slightly red.

"He taught me, 'With great power comes great responsibility'." Parker said, staring at the tombstone, "That was the most important lesson I learned in my life, and I will never forget it."

"Of course you didn't either." Fecia said softly.

After a few minutes of silence, the two dark umbrellas continued to move, this time to another tombstone.

This is Abtjoy's tomb.

This time, it was Felicia's turn to tell her family's story.She talked about how the lives of the three depended on each other, how her brother became estranged after gaining super powers, and how Brad disappeared on the sun and Abt fell ill.

Recalling the little things she had with her father, and even the life she never came back to, her nose was sore again, but she held back her tears.

The two stood here for another ten minutes and then left.

The moment they walked away, the swift force field spread rapidly.

All the rainwater in midair was fixed in the sky, and the blue afterimage smashed into drops of water, like a pole inserted in front of the white tombstone.

The close-fitting blue protective cover separated every raindrop, and the rain bounced off the transparent protective cover, and the raindrops splashed everywhere.

Brad silently removed his blue uniform, letting the rain fall crazily on his face and body, his black hair clinging to his forehead, dripping continuously.The casual clothes all over his body were soaked, and it was like a waterfall hanging in front of his eyes.

"You know me very well." He cast his hazy eyes on the white monument, "You always believe in me and give me expectations, understanding and high hopes."

He doesn't believe in ghosts and gods.Even in Marvel, a world where the dead can be resurrected, it never feels that what is said at the grave can be heard by the dead.

But sometimes, the important thing is not to let them hear, but to say it yourself.

"Maybe as a fake, I'm not qualified to make such an evaluation. But I still want to tell you that you are a great and competent father. You gave me almost everything, father, family, but I didn't cherish it."

"If I have any chance to choose now, I will definitely give up everything that has happened so far, and die peacefully in my original world. In this way, all this may not happen. You will live, see Watching my son—real son—grow up, and daughter. Maybe everything would be better without my meddling.”

The remorse in Brad's tone was an emotion he hadn't expressed directly through words for a long time.No matter how well a person suppresses emotions, it is always easier to express them when he is alone.

"I'm very sorry for all this, but I really can't change everything that has happened. If someone in the dark wants me to come into this world, hoping that I can make some changes, then I swear, I will definitely do my best .I am sure that is what you wished for, and the only thing I can make amends for."

He took a step forward, forced his eyelids open against the heavy rain, and caressed the tombstone that was already full of rain with one hand.

"But today, the last thing I want to tell you." Brad stared closely at the white stone, his face still expressionless, but his eyes seemed to be shining.

"...Fetia is fine, she has found someone she can rely on. Parker is a good man, he will take care of her. Please forgive me for not being a good brother so far and in the future. Someone said that one cannot If I manage both identities at the same time, then I will choose to become The Flash without hesitation."

Taking a deep breath, he finally said, "And thank you for the words I didn't even say to you until the last moment."

A faint blue light flashed, and he left the cemetery along the driveway like a fleeting meteor, rushing towards the depths of the city.

In the distance, a strange black figure confirmed his departure, slowly approached the cemetery, and came to the tombstone where Brad stood just now.

"Willpower."

"hope."

"Love."

The figure obviously didn't speak, but a voice as powerful as a bass came out from nowhere.

"The Flash, the only controller of the emotional spectrum in this world." Sombra seemed to be smiling, "It's really delicious, so it's worth eating."

The rain continued to fall crazily, washing the empty cemetery.

(End of this chapter)