"What, you are...?" The Werewolves were confused, Spider-Man in the distance was puzzled, and even the four people sitting on the ground found it baffling. Because standing before them was a... giant Donald Duck plushie? Except he was dressed as the green Robin Hood rather than in the classic blue sailor suit.
The duck feet below were covered in Werewolf flesh and blood, making this Donald Duck look especially... eerie.
"Quack, quack, quack." The deliberately used Donald Duck cartoon voice made the atmosphere even stranger. It was just that the person inside did not want to speak like that; he had simply forgotten to switch it off.
When it switched back to an electronic voice, it delivered that classic line. "You have failed this city."
"Walter?"
Before anyone could resolve their confusion, four mechanical arms extended from Green Arrow Duck's back in different directions, each supporting a six-barreled rotary gun. The motors roared as the six neatly arranged barrels began to spin.
Seeing this, everyone could imagine what was about to happen.
"Holy shit." The Werewolves voiced that sentiment, but they had no time to react before the flaming muzzles greeted them.
Completely unlike Beretta water pistols, the Vulcan cannons, combined with specialized ammunition, directly severed the Werewolves they hit at the waist or blasted them into heaps of mangled flesh. The four Vulcan cannons swept flexibly in every direction, targeting every Werewolf that had charged onto campus.
The three remaining Werewolves at close range bore the brunt of it. Then those fleeing in panic farther away were spared no more than the rest. Four death scythes formed by ammunition belts cut off every Werewolf's path to survival. They went from savage beasts to scurrying rats in an instant.
"Wait!" Spider-Man, half a beat too slow, finally arrived at the