Tinplate Guerrilla Squad?

"Ned, Ned, are you awake? Remember your mission!"

Spider-Man was worried that the two of them wouldn't be able to keep an eye on everything on the boat, so he installed a lot of hidden cameras on board.

Ned was in charge of monitoring all the footage at the base.

"Nothing's wrong, don't worry. I definitely haven't been slacking off. I'm Young Avengers now."

Ned answered somewhat guiltily.

He went to the toilet because of a stomachache, and I wonder if someone else started making a deal while he was there.

This was the Young Avengers Alliance's first mission, and he didn't want them to return empty-handed.

Fate was on Ned's side, and he soon realized something was wrong.

"Peter, there are a few suspicious-looking guys at the stern; they're clearly engaged in some kind of illegal transaction."

"Ah! I know! There are quite a few cars crossing the river to the other side. They must have put the weapons directly in the cars. Young Avengers, attack! Attack!!"

Ned shouted excitedly in the base.

Sitting in the secret underground base, there were many computer screens in front of the table, using the monitoring footage to direct the Hero's actions.

Provide them with strategic support.

This was Ned's dream, and now it's come true, isn't it?

Upon hearing Ned's call, Spider-Man and Harry quickly found a secluded spot and donned their Armor.

Tate also flew rapidly across the river towards the cruise ship.

It's broad daylight now, and countless people on the shore or on boats are taking pictures of the Tate.

Compared to their original intentions, this is indeed a bit too high-profile.

Tate couldn't care less about anything else; he desperately wanted the mission to succeed.

He had watched many videos online of Spider-Man helping others.

For someone who has lived in Hell, helping those in need and seeing the smiles on their faces is a powerful experience.

Tate felt very satisfied.

Three people from different planets and different regions, but all from incomplete families that relatively lack familial affection.

But what's remarkable is that they all maintained their kind hearts, united by the Avengers, and inspired by these Avengers models, they shared a common goal to strive for.

Tate's Armor swept rapidly across the river, creating ripples of water.

At the stern of the cruise ship, several men were whispering to each other, each holding a bag.

Suddenly, they were surrounded by two strangely dressed people.

One in front of the other.

Harry, dressed in his Iron Man Armor, floated above the deck at the stern of the ship, while Spider-Man used his Silk to swing directly from inside the ship to the deck at the stern.

The classic spider hunting posture: perched on the hood of a car.

"Gentlemen, I'm sorry, you are surrounded. Now, obediently put down your bags and come ashore with us to turn yourselves in to the police!"

There were four men in total; two were likely sellers, and two were buyers.

The sudden appearance of the Spider-Man startled the four of them.

But the Vultures had some experience, and without hesitation, they pulled out their guns and fired a shot at Spider-Man.

Compared to Harry, Spider-Man is more experienced.

Since Spider-Man wasn't injured, Harry was hesitating whether to fire the laser cannon directly at the group.

As the Spider-Man dodged the attack, it swung its arms rapidly, spraying several Silk towards the people.

They accurately glued all four people's hands to the deck railing.

"Since you're still resisting, then you'll just have to be carried across the river with your hands tied. You'd better not do anything that might give us the wrong impression, or my friend will open fire without hesitation this time, I promise!"

After dealing with a few people, the Spider-Man did a front flip and landed directly on the deck, facing the four people directly.

Harry was already a little embarrassed about what had just happened, and when he heard what Spider-Man said, he quickly landed as well.

He spread his arms out, facing each of the four people, as if to verify Spider-Man's claim that he could fire; the laser cannons in his palms even glowed faintly.

Spider-Man quickly rummaged through the two bags and found that one was full of alien-tech firearms, and the other was a bag full of US dollars.

"This should only be part of the cargo. What about the rest of your weapons? Are they on one of the vehicles behind?"

The Spider-Man asked the man who had shot him.

Spider-Man looked up and, although the men couldn't see him, he could see that Tate had already arrived overhead.

This is their strategy: if the two of them completely control the situation, Tate will be on standby in the air as an off-field support force that can provide assistance at any time.

This could be considered a backup plan.

"You... I've never seen you before. You can't be Tony Stark, are you? A new Hero? What's your name? Tinplate Guerrilla Squad?"

The man completely ignored Spider-Man's words and instead turned to tease Harry.

He could already see their leader, Vulture, taking out his equipment in the distant passage.

He needs to get their attention.

"Don't change the subject. He's not Iron Man, but he's not called Tinplate Guerrilla Squad either. By the way, what's your name? Have you thought of a nickname yet?"

The Spider-Man kept saying "Don't change the subject," but he was still led astray.

"My name is... um?"

Harry hadn't really thought of a nickname yet; he was so focused on the Young Avengers Alliance that he completely forgot about his own.

This was quite awkward, and to ease his embarrassment, Harry had no choice but to forcefully change the subject back.

"What right do you have to ask my name? You're all losers, you have no right to ask me my name. I may not be Iron Man, but my palm-cannon is just as powerful. If you don't want to die, tell me your name!"

"Weapons? Ask him about the remaining weapons?"

The Spider-Man whispered a reminder.

He said it was in a low voice, but everyone heard him.

"Yes, where are the remaining weapons?"

Harry readily agreed.

The group was now quite certain that the two people in front of them were definitely novices.

With the Vulture right behind them, things seemed even easier.

"What's my name? I'm called the Tinplate Guerrilla Squad, haha!"

The three people beside him also saw the Vulture and burst into loud laughter in unison.

"Bang!"

Harry fired a low-powered laser cannon, which struck the man directly at his feet.

They punched a shallow dent in the deck.

"Shut up! I'm not kidding, if you don't speak up next time I'll aim for your thigh!"

Harry said angrily.

If they weren't wearing Armor and masks, you could see their faces were already red from being ridiculed.

But no sooner had he finished speaking than Vultures, fully equipped, leaped from above a row of cars.

It flew out with a 'whoosh!'