Boom!
An SUV was smashed to pieces beneath the massive tail, its metal shell and engine parts flying everywhere like a scattered rainstorm.
Sparks flew, and the crowd screamed.
George Stacy had never seen anything like this.
He felt as though he were watching a Hollywood blockbuster.
At the very center of the bridge, shattered car windows and wrecked vehicle parts littered the ground.
Beside the flames burning along the roadside, two flickering figures were locked in combat!
A nimble man in a red hood and a swift, vicious lizard monster.
Bang!
Another crushing fist came smashing down from above.
Peter raised both arms to block it, but the immense force sent him staggering backward.
He had barely stopped the blow, yet the energy it consumed still left Peter feeling exhausted.
Super Strength was not limitless.
Gasping for breath, Peter glanced back at the fleeing crowd behind him.
Then he turned back to stare at Doctor Lizard, who was grinning viciously in the distance.
Danger lay before him, and civilians behind him.
There's no other way. I have to go!
Peter gathered his strength in his legs again and lunged forward, charging Doctor Lizard like a blur!
But far swifter than Peter was that dark green tail.
Smack!
Like green thunderbolt striking Peter's body.
Before the eyes of the crowd—and in the live helicopter broadcast circling above the Brooklyn Bridge—Peter was sent flying backward even faster, smashing through several cars and caving in their bodies.
Cough, cough!
Peter knelt weakly on the bridge deck. The blood he spat out made his red mask look even redder.
His organs felt as though they were burning in agony.
His legs trembled, nearly unable to support him.
Was he going to give up here?
Thinking of the civilians, thinking of the justice in