Marvel: I have conceptual skills!

thump—

Loud noises, screams, and alarms turned the Hand's underground separatist center into chaos.

But it didn't affect Carter and Brian.

Because at this time, they were wearing bulky orange chemical protective suits and were in an underground chemical laboratory of the Hand.

After locking the steel door, the naked black-clad ninja put on a chemical protective suit. He supported himself against the wall with one hand and walked towards the two men in duck steps.

He was now afraid, and he stayed far away from Carter, ignoring the sounds and alarms from outside.

It is normal for people to try to escape from here, but... no one succeeds.

The black-clad ninja was writing and drawing in a notebook, and he couldn't help but frowning as he watched Carter pour nearly ten bags of pepper into the crushing vibrator.

"You... don't look right, do you?"

Carter straightened his chest and refused to give up this hard-won opportunity to show off his talent. He said with wide eyes:

“I’m the chef!”

With just one sentence, the black-clad ninja swallowed all the chemical theories in his mind.

He couldn't help but take a few steps back under Carter's oppressive gaze.

Obviously, he has some psychological trauma.

Perhaps realizing that his behavior just now was very cowardly, the black-clad ninja glared at Carter fiercely again, continued to record, and silently learned Carter's unique craftsmanship.

Then he poured a box of morphine tablets and nitric acid into the dehumidifying dryer and started stirring.

Brian, who was not far away, couldn't help swallowing his saliva. While Carter was attracting attention, he quietly made a bomb and prepared to escape in advance.

But... he watched Carter come to the tilted reactor and start messing around with it, adjusting the time and temperature of the reactor.

This made Brian's heart rise into his throat again, fearing that Carter would accidentally kill both of them.

But fortunately, everything went smoothly, at least the reactor did not explode.

When Brian's bomb was finished, Carter brought the "pastry" made in his mold to the black ninja.

Looking at the dozens of white strips in front of him, the black-clad ninja nodded in approval.

At least it looks decent...

Carter put a small piece of cake down for the black-clad ninja, and then walked towards Brian with the "pastry" in his hand with a proud look on his face.

"Brian, try it now, my work is absolutely delicious!"

Don’t come over here——!!!

If Carter puts it in front of him later, will he eat it or not?

No, it’s definitely not edible…

How big of a problem can it be if we just use instruments to check it?

But the next moment he didn't want to think about it anymore.

thump—

As Carter placed the plate in front of Brian, a loud explosion was heard not far away.

Turning around, Brian saw the bloody and unrecognizable body of the black-clad ninja.

The black-clad ninja just tried to cut out the powder to verify it with an instrument.

Brian's eyes widened little by little.

He turned his head sharply and looked at what Carter had placed in front of him.

"Ah——" Carter's hands trembled in fear.

Brian's heart trembled and almost jumped out of his throat.

No - sisters?

How did you make a bomb out of that?

There was also a hint of salt and pepper mixed in the air from the explosion.

I can't care about so many things now. The most important thing is to escape.

"Carter, you must hold on to what you have in your hands..."

With these instructions, Brian went forward and searched the bloody body of the black-clad ninja, and soon found the key that had been blown off from his waist.

Gritting his teeth, Brian took out the bomb he made, stuck it to the door, and lit the homemade fuse inserted on it.

??——

With a crisp sound, the metal door that locked them was intact.

Brian cursed inwardly. The bomb he made was too weak and couldn't even blow through the metal door.

Then, Brian's eyes fell on Carter's "pastry".

"Hey!" Carter turned around with her work:

"Take back your rude thoughts. My works are meant to be eaten—"

Brian: Hehe~

A few seconds later...

thump—

After an explosion, Brian, wearing protective clothing, walked out of the room with Carter.

It's outrageous that the bomb he made was not as powerful as the one made by Carter.

But there was no time to think about it now. Looking at the crowd coming over and under Carter's dissatisfied gaze, Brian picked up a piece of Carter's pastry and pulled it forward with force.

thump—

There was another terrible explosion ahead. This time the formula was obviously different. A large amount of pepper could be seen spreading in the air.

Along with the sound of sneezes coming from there, one after another black-clad ninjas fell to the ground with foam at the mouth.

Fortunately, the two of them were wearing oxygen-containing chemical protective suits, so they could move freely here.

Brian was once again thankful that he hadn't tested Carter's work, and even more thankful that it hadn't exploded in the dryer.

He threw three more "cakes" forward.

The powder exploded with a roar, making the place smoke-filled.

It also made Charlotte, who was fighting his way in, stop in his tracks. The spider sense reminded him that there was nothing good in the smoke ahead.

Charlotte stopped George who was following and said with a smile:

"Don't be so impulsive~George...

Maybe we are being good people in vain~ Look, they can fight their way out on their own."

Brian and Carter walked out of the smoke and were surprised to see George and others at a glance.

"George! You Lan! And Spider-Man~"

Carter, with an excited look on his face, loosened his grip and the plate instantly fell to the ground.

Fortunately, Brian was quick enough to dodge and catch it, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

Too scary!

Looking down at his work, Carter smiled and shared:

"Oh, right—

George, I have some freshly made pastries here, and they are so delicious!

Although I don’t recommend you to eat it, it’s okay to smell it~”

"I strongly advise not to..." Brian said.

Seeing George and others, Brian breathed a sigh of relief and felt a lot more relaxed.

"This is Carter's craftsmanship..."

As he spoke, Brian picked up a cake and threw it behind him.

thump—

Along with the explosion, unknown dust spread in the air.