CH-14. Wiped out in some minutes!

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Just as Peter finished telling the girls, suddenly, a large number of cars and bikes arrived at the location where they had been standing moments before. The vehicles came to a halt, and numerous men disembarked, quickly filling the area. The tension was palpable, as it was clear that something serious was about to unfold.

Suddenly, from among the crowd, a man wearing a combat suit stepped forward. He held a gun in one hand, and a long blade rested on his back. His presence commanded respect from the men around him, who quickly cleared the path, giving him space. This man was clearly the leader of the group.

"Where are you hiding, Spider-Man? Come out!" Bullseye shouted, his voice oozing confidence as he stood with his hands casually in his pockets, a smug grin plastered on his face.

For several tense seconds, nothing happened. Bullseye and his men exchanged confused glances, thinking Spider-Man had fled, when suddenly, something dropped from the sky. It landed with a massive thud, forming a crater on impact. Dust and debris shot into the air, obscuring their vision for a moment.

Boom!

"Be prepared!" Bullseye barked, his eyes scanning the dust, his voice carrying an edge of caution. His men, already on alert, tightened their grips on their weapons.

The dust began to settle, and Bullseye's eyes narrowed as they slowly began to make out the figure standing before them. There, in front of them, stood Spider-Man, his posture relaxed, almost as if he were unfazed by the chaos surrounding him.

"Hahaha, so you're finally here." Bullseye chuckled darkly, a smirk playing on his lips, "But too bad for you, Spider-Man. You won't be alive for much longer." With a swift flick of his wrist, he hurled a knife through the air, aimed directly at Peter's eye.

But to Bullseye's shock, Peter sidestepped the knife by mere inches, his movements so quick and fluid that it was almost as if he blurred out of existence for a moment. The knife whistled past, narrowly missing him, leaving Bullseye and his men stunned.

Before the knife even clattered against the brick wall behind him, Peter was already in motion. Within seconds, he closed the distance between himself and Bullseye's men, his speed almost supernatural.

"What the hell?!" One of Bullseye's men gasped in pure shock, standing beside his leader.

Swish!

Out of nowhere, a sharp, red claw appeared, cutting through the air with a sound like ripping fabric. The claw sliced clean through the man's neck, decapitating him in an instant.

Thud!

The man's severed head hit the ground with a sickening thud, his wide eyes still frozen in terror. His body crumpled to the ground immediately after.

"S-Shoot!" Bullseye immediately ordered, his voice strained with panic. He wasn't prepared for what he was facing. He had known Spider-Man was no ordinary human, but the claws had completely thrown him off guard. This was something new, and far more terrifying than he had anticipated.

Without hesitation, Bullseye and his men began to open fire. The gunshots rang out, filling the air with the deafening sound of bullets.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

But Spider-Man moved like a shadow, dodging each and every bullet with ease. His body twisted and contorted unnaturally, responding to the warnings of his spider sense. The bullets missed him by inches, never once hitting their target. The sound of bullets hitting the ground echoed as they clattered to the pavement, but not a single shot made contact with Peter.

Ting! Ting! Ting!

Peter's senses were on high alert, his spider-sense warning him of every bullet before it could get too close. He danced between the incoming shots, his movements so fluid and quick that he seemed to evaporate and reappear in a blink.

Swish!

"Arghh! Blurgh!" One of the men shrieked in agony as Peter, using his claws, impaled the man's chest with a brutal strike, killing him instantly. Without pausing, Peter moved on to the next man, and then the next, his deadly claws slicing through them with precision and speed.

Meanwhile, Liz, Gwen, and Mary had landed behind the group of men. Using their own spider-senses, they easily dodged the barrage of bullets that rained down on them.

"Where the hell did these three come from?!" One of the men shouted, panic rising in his voice as he turned to face the three unexpected figures.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I don't want to die!" Another man screamed, firing wildly at the three new arrivals, who effortlessly dodged every shot. Their speed and agility were unmatched, leaving their attackers desperate and terrified.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The gunfire continued, but not a single bullet found its mark. Suddenly, webs shot out from all directions, enveloping their weapons. Before they could react, the men were yanked off their feet and pulled into the air, tangled in the webs. Liz, Gwen, and Mary had immobilized them with ease, quickly moving on to take down the remaining threats.

But when they turned around, they were met with a sight they had never expected. While they had only taken down a few men, Peter had already dealt with the entire group. The scene was nothing short of brutal.

Peter had killed them—no, butchered them—in a violent, merciless manner. The ground was slick with blood, and the air was thick with the smell of death. The men's bodies had been torn apart, organs strewn about the area, and the walls were painted red with blood. It was a scene that Liz, Gwen, and Mary could never have prepared themselves for.

"Peter!" They called out in unison, their voices tinged with concern. They were afraid that Peter had lost himself to the rage, that he had gone too far. But their worry quickly evaporated when they felt the connection between them.

"Don't worry, girls." Peter's voice came through clearly, his tone calm and reassuring, "I'm fine." His words soothed their anxieties, and they exhaled in relief.

"Stay where you are. I'll be there in a second." Peter added, his attention now fixed on Bullseye, who was hanging in the air, his neck clutched firmly in Peter's hand.

"Grrr! P-P-Please! Grrr!" Bullseye begged, tears streaming down his face as he trembled in fear.

Bullseye had dealt with many enemies before, but this was different. He had never faced anything like this—a monster who killed without hesitation, without mercy. In just a few minutes, Peter had wiped out Bullseye's entire crew, cutting them down like cattle.

"Ask for mercy from the devil in hell." Peter said coldly, his grip tightening around Bullseye's neck, "Because he might show mercy, but I don't." With a swift twist of his wrist, Peter snapped Bullseye's neck, ending his life in an instant. He discarded the lifeless body as if it were nothing more than trash.

Thud!

Once Bullseye was dead, Peter walked calmly over to the girls, who had captured the three surviving men. They were trembling uncontrollably, terror evident in their eyes. They had witnessed the true nature of Spider-Man's power, and they had no idea what kind of monster they had been dealing with.

"Good, let's leave them alive for now. They can tell their boss what happened here." Peter said, his voice calm but firm. Turning to the girls, he added, "You might be scared after seeing this side of me, and I'm sorry if I frightened you."

However, to Peter's surprise, the girls immediately hugged him tightly, their embrace warm and reassuring.

"Don't apologize." Liz said first, her voice soft but sincere.

"We know you killed them because they attacked us." Mary added, her voice full of understanding.

"And we know they were bad people—killers and gangsters. You didn't kill anyone innocent and we know that you won't." Gwen concluded, her words filled with reassurance.

Peter felt a wave of relief wash over him, and he hugged them back, embracing them with love and gratitude.

After the battle, they returned to their secret hideout, leaving the three men alive to relay their story to their boss. Later, they went their separate ways and returned home.

Since Peter had been the one to carry out the killings, his suit was soaked in blood. But because they had hugged him, the girls' clothes were now stained as well. The first thing they did upon returning home was clean their clothes, washing away the evidence.

Later, as time passed, a car arrived at the scene of the massacre. More cars followed. The driver of the first car stepped out and opened the gate. From the vehicle emerged none other than Kingpin himself.

"What the hell happened here?" Kingpin said in shock as he surveyed the carnage in front of him. His eyes fell on the three men lying motionless nearby, wrapped in something white.