Yin Na's attitude is actually not that surprising to Nick Fury.
Nick Fury even wanted to laugh a little bit about this.
This kind of problem similar to the trolley problem will of course give different results to different people.
It's not that Nick Fury can't take risks, nor can he be sacrificed.
It's just that he has never encountered anything that only he can do.
"The power of the Nephalem?
It is indeed fascinating, but for me it is not something I must get.
In fact, not many things in this world will definitely operate according to human will.
I just hope to give humans the opportunity to control their own destiny.
Before humans get this power, I will use my own methods to protect all humans."
Nick Fury spoke very firmly, without any hesitation.
"Perhaps you can contact Leoric. Although I don't like Skeleton King, Leoric has many training methods in his hands.
That thing should give humans the opportunity to master their own power."
Yin Na's smile made people feel heavy at this time.
Nick Fury thought about whether he needed to contact Leoric.
But he still didn't make up his mind in the end.
After all, Leoric's appearance didn't look like the type that was easy to talk to at all.
In the eyes of outsiders, Leoric should be a headstrong person.
"Ms. Yin Na, is there anything else you want to ask now?
If not, I have to take my leave now.
After all, I am just a talker from SHIELD, and I cannot fully represent the position of all humans."
Nick Fury said goodbye, but there was nothing stiff about it.
Although the disappearance of tens of thousands of people on this planet is a very small number.
But behind this incident is a strong invasion of mankind by the Burning Hell!
Human beings cannot just watch their own people disappear in the attacks of demons every time.
"You can go about your business.
I happen to have something to do.
At an appropriate time, I will come to you in person to discuss this matter with you.
As for the Sky Temple issue, you don’t need to worry too much.”
Yin Na closed her eyes slightly.
Constantine on the side seemed to have noticed something, with a twisted look on his face.
"As I venture, God of the Sky, do you not intend to listen to the voices of humans?
Although you said before that you are adapting to exist as a living person,
But this adaptation seems not to the level that both you and I are satisfied with."
Constantine's voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat.
There was obvious hostility towards Yin Na in him.
"I'm still adapting, do you remember what I said before?
The foundation of the monk is control.
I won't lose control, and I won't do anything dangerous until my mind and body are aligned.
Maybe you can understand a little bit?"
Yin Na's voice began to become dreamlike and sweet.
The feeling of giving all the good things to the world appeared in Yin Na again.
Constantine couldn't tell. He was not sure whether the Yin Na in front of him was really as upright as she said.
A person who is accustomed to deceiving others will not easily believe in the sincerity of others.
In Constantine's eyes, doubt was also a necessity for his survival.
There doesn't seem to be much to say in this case.
"I'm not sure about that.
But I hope you can know that human beings are not powerless in the face of natural disasters."
There was a hint of threat in Constantine's words.
Yin Na won't care.
She is the sky.
Even as a monk, a Nephalem exists.
It is impossible to peel the sky away from her body.
After all, Yin Na, who holds the power of the sky, in a sense gives the monks the same protection that fate gives to the barbarians.
There are not many secrets under the sky.
Under the observation of the sky, the monk can always get guidance from the gods.
For example, how to choose the path you want to take.
"You are like a child who is worried that the sky will fall and hit your head.
Constantine, John Constantine.
The sky generally does not fall.
I would not behave like that unless I died in battle.
Your worries can be forgotten.
Because when the sky falls to the earth, there will always be someone stronger and taller than you to support it.
Is there anything else you want to explain?"
Yin Na said with a smile.
At this time, she showed that all-embracing gentleness.
Constantine began to feel confused.
He couldn't understand more and more what kind of existence Yin Na was.
An elusive person?
Or is it that no matter what they saw, it was just their expectation of the sky?
It is said that the blue sky is the result of the atmosphere being smudged by the color of the ocean.
So what should the real color of the sky look like?
"No more, Yin Na.
I hope you can always exist as a warrior monk, instead of being a god who tells humans not to covet the divine power."
Constantine said in a sigh-like tone.
There was a strange and incomprehensible expression on his face.
Constantine began to wonder if his will had been affected by Yin Na in some way that he didn't know.
Even scared of it!
…
In the office building of the Daily Bugle, Peter Parker had just handed his photo to the somewhat mean editor-in-chief J. Jonah Jameson.
Peter Parker is ready to be verbally assaulted.
He has nothing to say about it now.
At this time, Spider-Man did not put on his mask, but his face full of pain and remorse had clearly and completely revealed him to others.
"Peter Parker, what's the value of your only photo of a black fog?
Or is there what you want to say hidden in the spider web in the corner of the photo?"
Jameson's voice was as mean as ever.
But at this time, Peter Parker no longer cared.
He was suffering from the fact that he had not helped anyone in the Lakanos Plains of Despair incident that had just happened and ended just now.
"I think……"
"Peter Parker, I'm telling you, I've been dealing with the truth my whole life.
Why do you think I did this?
Is it just for sales and earning the wealth that is never too much?
You are a reporter, why should you feel disappointed about something you can’t do?”
Jameson's words seemed to mean something.
But Peter Parker didn't listen at all at this time.
He was still suffering from his own powerlessness.
"Okay Peter Parker, go back and drink a glass of hot milk, and then have a good sleep.
Tomorrow I want to see you bring some really valuable news photos."
Jameson waved his hand.
But Peter Parker didn't see the same thing at all.
Jameson had to pat the table to draw the young boy's attention back.
Then, with a somewhat dissatisfied tone, he repeated what he had said before.
Peter Parker left the Daily Bugle's office building with a heavy look on his face, intending to return to his temporary cabin.
After Jameson saw Peter Parker's figure from the window, the mean boss let out a long breath.
Then he lit a cigar that was still half as good as it was.
"You are just a good neighbor to the citizens, why do you ask yourself to do everything as if you are omnipotent?
I still hate masked guys like you, but you still need to take cool photos of yourself tomorrow.
Peter Parker, you have helped many people and influenced many people without knowing it."
Jameson's words seemed to be spoken to himself.
Among the office buildings full of busy people, only this boss's office can still be somewhat peaceful.
J. Jonah Jameson.
He knew very early who he was, the reporter who was always in training.
Who in the world is more familiar with Spider-Man than Spider-Man?
It would only be him.
I see so many photos of Spider-Man every day. Isn’t it possible that he can’t be seen from the way a person walks, sits or lies?
Stop making trouble, he is the owner of a newspaper and the editor-in-chief of a newspaper.
From the very beginning, Jameson made his first pot of gold by taking photos one after another of this newspaper.
He discovered the truth that Peter Parker was Spider-Man very early, but he never took the initiative to expose it.
He hates Spider-Man because he thinks people wearing masks can never be trusted!
This is what his father, who has the aura of a war hero, told him with cruel facts!
She is glamorous outside and enjoys all praises, but at home she is cruel and cruel to every member of her family.
Everything that was bright and beautiful turned into a mask.
And Spider-Man is somewhat similar to his father.
Maybe there is a trace of jealousy deep in his heart.
I am jealous that Spider-Man can wear a mask and do heroic deeds that any child has imagined.
It's just that when this kind of fantasy hero appears in reality, there will always be children who imitate this behavior.
But that's fraught with danger.
"Peter Parker, a hapless guy who can't find a home.
You couldn't save nearly ten thousand of your own, and I couldn't help a masked superhero.
But I can help one of my trainee reporters eat something good for dinner."
Jameson muttered to himself, then dialed the number of a home-cooked restaurant.
While on the phone, Jameson ordered a lot of food.
That was definitely a feast for a lonely young man.
"Don't forget, the milk must be delivered before it cools down.
Then come to the Daily Bugle's office to collect your required payment."
Jameson finished speaking in his usual arrogant tone and hung up the phone in his hand.
Then stub out the cigar that has been lit for a while.
When it comes to Spider-Man, this man can always be trusted.
It's just that he will never give even a little good looks to that kid who thinks he has hidden his identity well!
Only when his life is about to come to an end will he open up his heart and express his praise for Spider-Man.
Peter Parker received his dinner as expected.
Although he asked many times, the delivery boy did not tell who ordered the meal for him.
Spider-Man is a little worried about this.
Worried about whether your identity has been exposed?
Worrying about whether I have become the center of some conspiracy again.
This man has lost a lot.
He was inexplicably transported from his own world to a brand new world, and the feeling of loneliness and crisis made it almost impossible for him to have a good rest.
The Spider-Sense, which was originally his greatest security, seemed to have gone out of control recently.
Almost every moment, he could feel the sense of crisis sounding the siren.
Peter Parker's condition went from bad to worse.
"You have to drink the milk before it gets cold?
I seem to have heard similar advice somewhere before.
Could it be my stingy boss?
Those handsome photos actually cost dozens of dollars each.
Will he order such a luxurious dinner for me?"
Peter Parker asked himself in the mirror in front of the sink.
His eyes were a little red, the result of not having a good rest for too long.
The red bloodshot eyes made him look a bit scary.
Paji~
A dark mass fell next to Peter Parker.
That thing looks like a ball of oil.
But it is moving slowly.
Peter Parker looked at himself in the mirror and put on Spider-Man's hood.
Then I saw myself in the mirror wearing a black suit!
"I'm Spider-Man!
I am a good neighbor to the people of New York!
I feel great!”
Peter Parker's voice is getting louder and louder, just like the brainwashing in the morning meetings of companies that brag about wolf culture.
Peter Parker completely ignored his own changes. Instead, he looked at his dark self in the mirror and felt that he was so handsome!
He even wanted to dance on the road to celebrate his "new life"!
"Can I eat some of your organs?"
A chaotic voice that seemed to be separated by several walls sounded in Peter Parker's head.
But Peter Parker didn't notice at all.
Instead, he pulled off his mask.
Then he showed a confident smile to himself in the mirror!
The dark Spider-Man is not necessarily a bad guy.
In some worlds, wearing a black suit also means that Spider-Man is going to be ruthless.
This man moves quickly and does not seem to be strong enough.
But in fact, he can turn a person into a pulp with one punch!
A black suit often means that this guy will no longer be able to restrain his body's strength!
In other worlds, Spider-Man in a black suit would also wear a windbreaker for himself.
When the spider sense is in effect, he can also see a red totem next to his head.
But unfortunately, this Spider-Man at this time is not in those situations.
Because his black suit was dyed, not his red suit.
But it is formed by a weird thing.
That thing is called a symbiote, and symbiotes have their own names. This one's name is Venom!
