Chapter 162 - 128– The Alliance of the Beasts (3)
As I swing towards Oscorp HQ, I keep calling Loe on my M-Call device. "Loe, co on, Loe, co on, I need backup here." I mutter, frustration mounting with each unanswered call. Silence.
"Damnit, what's going on with S.H.I.E.L.D? What happened to Loe?" as I think, anxiety gnawing at . But I push those thoughts aside—Peter needs . I can't let him face those three villains alone.
When I arrive outside Oscorp, chaos greets . Terrorists are fighting with the police, bullets flying everywhere, and debris scattered around. I swing down to the scene, my heart sinking at the sight of fallen scientists and civilians. Blood covers the ground, and the air is thick with smoke and the sharp sll of gunpowder. "These bastards killed these people," as I think, my resolve hardening into cold fury.
[I could tell they were scientists by their appearance. They wore white gowns and outfits that looked like what scientists usually wear.]
I land in front of the police, who imdiately recognize . "Spider-Man, you're here! Spider-Man Red is fighting the villains over there." one officer says, pointing to the battle's location. I nod, acknowledging the dire situation.
Then The terrorists are visibly shocked. "You are Sp-Sp-Spider-Man.." one stamrs, eyes wide with fear.
Ignoring their surprise, I activate my chi sense to count them—twenty terrorists and only ten police officers. No wonder they're outnumbered, I need to finish these terrorists before joining Peter."
One terrorist breaks my concentration. "Shoot, Spider-Man! Shoot him!" he yells, his voice tinged with desperation.
Without hesitation, I spring into action. Bullets fly past
as I dodge with superhuman speed, my senses on high alert. I leap and spin, moving so fast it's like a blur. I punch the first terrorist in the face, breaking his nose. I web the second one to the ground, making him drop his gun. I kick the third in the chest, sending him crashing into a wall. Each hit is perfect, each move planned.
I web up more terrorists, slamming them into the ground with a satisfying thud. One tries to sneak up behind , but I sense him coming and back-kick him without even looking. Another lunges at
with a knife; I grab his wrist, twist it until he drops the blade, and then knock him out with a single punch.
As I take down the last of the first ten, I gaze at the remaining terrorists. Panic is clear in their eyes. One of them, trembling, mutters, "Monster!"
They aim their rifles at , but I am faster. I dodge their bullets, using my webbing to deflect them back. I lunge at them, my fists moving in a blur. I hit one in the liver, knocking the wind out of him. I kick another in the chest, feeling his ribs crack under my boot. Two more try to shoot , but I web them up and slam them into each other, their heads colliding with a sickening thud.
The last terrorist standing is shaking, his gun slipping from his hands. "Y-you are n-n-not huma—n," he stamrs.
I smirk, though there is no humor in it. "Hey buddy, I shoot webs and can stick to walls. Can I still be considered human?"
The terrorist ignore my words as he was panicking, then he yells to his comrades, "Comrades, attack!"
The five remaining terrorists open fire. I sorsault over their bullets, landing in the middle of their group. I punch one in the chin, his head snapping back as he falls unconscious. I strike another in the liver, and he drops, gasping for breath. I kick the third in the chest, sending him flying into a parked car. I web the fourth, pulling him towards , and deliver a powerful kick—the infamous web kick. Now Only one terrorist remains.
"M-m-rcy," the last one pleads, his voice shaking.
I step closer, my eyes locked on his. "I'm not here to end you, but you'll feel the pain you've caused," I say, my voice firm and unwavering. As I ready my punch, I add with conviction, "Consider this justice for the innocent lives you've taken."
I swing my fist with anger, the punch landing with a satisfying thud. The terrorist collapses to the ground, knocked out but still breathing.
After I defeat the terrorists, I turn towards the police, who are catching their breath after the intense firefight. "Can you handle this?" I ask. "Also you three police follow
inside, Oscorp — we need to rescue any other civilians."
One officer, his face lined with exhaustion but determination, nods. and said "Roger Spider-Man."
As I step into Oscorp, a rush of sorrow and anger hits . The hallways are filled with the destruction left behind, with the bodies of scientists and civilians lying motionless. Their lifeless forms remind
of the terrible violence that has happened here. The air is thick with the sll of blood, mixed with the clean scent of lab equipnt. This sharp contrast makes
feel even more uneasy.
As I walk through this scene of chaos, my heart aches for the innocent lives lost and the families left behind. The weight of their loss hangs heavy on , fueling my determination to keep going. I know I must press on, for their sake and for those still in danger.
Amidst the chaos, I spot Harry Osborn, his usually confident deanor shattered as he sits huddled against the wall. I rush to his side, my senses heightened by the urgency of the situation. "How did Harry manage to get here?" I wonder, a surge of concern for the young man flooding my thoughts.
"Peter, where are you? Pete!" Harry's voice trembles with desperation as he searches the area for any sign of his friend.
"Hey, young Osborn." I call out, my voice steady despite the turmoil raging within .
Hope flickers in Harry's eyes as he looks up at . "Spider-Man, please." he pleads, his voice thick with fear and uncertainty. "Help
find Peter. He suddenly disappeared."
I place a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, kid. Are you worried about that geeky kid I saw?" I ask, trying to sound casual even though I'm also really worried.
Harry's eyes widen with a mixture of relief and disbelief. "You saw Peter?"
I nod, giving Harry a small smile to try to calm his fears. "Yeah, I saw that kid, and I told him to head ho." I assure him, even though it feels like I'm carrying a heavy burden by not telling him the truth. I can't bring myself to share the real danger Peter is facing with, after all Peter is Spider-Man Red.
Harry's shoulders sag with relief, the tension in his features easing slightly. "Thank God. So Peter is okay." he breathes, his voice filled with gratitude.
"Yep," I reply, then my gaze drifting to the police officers who have joined us.
"Stay here and rescue any civilians you find." I instruct the police officers, their determined nods a testant to their commitnt to the task at hand.
Harry, visibly shaken but determined, points towards a distant corridor. "Spider-Man, Red Spider-Man is over there." he informs , his voice tinged with urgency.
I nod, a surge of determination coursing through
as I prepare to join Peter in battle. but there sothing I need to know.
"How did you manage to co out unscathed, Osborn?" I inquire, curious about the young man's resourcefulness amidst the chaos.
Harry straightens slightly, a glimr of pride lighting up his expression."Well, I have my own ways," he says mysteriously, hinting at his resourcefulness in tough situations.
Impressed by his resolve, I offer him a reassuring nod. "Well, I might not know how you managed to get here without injuries, but you're still impressive, kid. Now go, follow these policen." I urge him, knowing that his safety lies in their capable hands.
Harry nods, a determined glint in his eyes as he prepares to assist in the rescue efforts. "I will," he assures , his voice filled with newfound determination.
"Alright," I say, giving Harry one last nod before I swing off towards the spot he pointed out.
As I swing through the corridors of Oscorp, I focus to my chi sense, a skill I've developed through years of experience and practice. It allows
to sense the energy around , picking up on the subtle movents and vibrations of the fight ahead. Amidst all the chaos, I feel Peter's presence like a bright light in the darkness. He's there, holding his own against the odds. With a clear sense of where he is, I push forward, determined to reach him as quickly as possible. Feeling even more determined to help him, I push myself harder to get to him fast. Peter needs my help, and I won't leave him to fight alone.
"Hang on, Peter." I think to myself, my resolve firm as I prepare myself for the battle ahead. "I'm coming."
As I arrive at the scene, my heart pounds with a fierce determination to protect Peter at all costs. The sight of him, kneeling down by his attackers, fuels a rage inside
that's impossible to ignore.
"Not on my watch." I mutter to myself, my voice a low growl of determination as I leap into action
With quick precision, I unleash a barrage of webbing, ensnaring the three villains – Vulture, Monkey King, and Hamrhead – before they can inflict any more harm upon Peter. With a mighty heave, I fling them backward, their cries of rage drowned out by the rush of wind as they're sent flying through the air.
Before I land beside Peter, his voice cuts through the tension, pulling my attention away from the villains. I turn to face him, my expression a mix of relief and concern.
"Spider-Man," he whispers, his tone carrying both thanks and exhaustion.
Then as I land in front of Peter, I turn my attention to the villains, who are scrambling to get back on their feet, their faces twisted with fury.
With a nacing growl, I confront them, my voice carrying the weight of authority and righteous anger. "How dare you hurt my disciple." I seethe, each word heavy with disdain.
My fists clench at my sides, my determination intensifying. "Brace yourselves, you fuckers." I warn them sternly, leaving no room for negotiation. It's a clear ssage: they've crossed a line, and now they'll face the consequences.
Then I spin around to look at Peter who is behind , a rush of relief flooding my senses as I see him intact. "Red, are you alright?" I inquire, my tone tinged with worry as I survey his bruised and battered figure.
Peter nods, his eyes steady, showing a strong determination that speaks loudly in the chaos. "I'm okay." he says, his voice steady, a symbol of strength in the middle of trouble.
But before we can exchange another word, the chanical monstrosity known as Robot Monkey King interrupts us with a sneer of contempt. "Finally you are here legendary Spider-Man." it taunts, its voice dripping with malice as it glares at
with cold, chanical eyes.
"I never forget what you did to ." he growled, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity as he locked his gaze onto mine.
I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the Monkey King's dramatic declaration, his tone dripping with lingering resentnt.
"Co on, it's been a years, dude," I retorted, unable to suppress a scoff of disbelief. "Are you still holding onto that grudge? I thought we could bond over so banana splits or sothing."
But Monkey King stays stubborn, still holding onto his grudge. "But that years got
locked in a prison cell, you bastard!" he snaps, his frustration clear as day, shooting
a glare that could lt steel.
I sigh heavily, knowing that reasoning with him in the heat of battle will be futile. With a glance at his comrades, Monkey King issues his orders, dividing their forces with ruthless efficiency.
"Vulture, handle Red Spider, while us Hamrhead handle the legendary Spider-Man." he commands, his tone brimming with authority as he directs his allies.
Vulture responds with eager readiness, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "You don't need to ask ." he declares, his voice dripping with malice as he prepares to face off against Peter.
Hamrhead, on the other hand, gets visibly upset at the idea of being bossed around "I told you, don't order
around!" he snaps, his fists clenching with barely contained fury.
Monkey King nods in grim satisfaction, his resolve hardened by the promise of retribution. "Okay okay, Anyway let's do this!" he declares, his chanical voice a battle cry that echoes through the chaos around us.
I turn to Peter, my face serious as I get him ready for what's coming. "Red, brace yourself." I say calmly, trying to keep things steady amidst the chaos.
Peter nods, his determination evident as he gets ready for whatever cos next
Together we stand as a formidable duo, ready to take them on.
To be continued
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