Kill You

"..."

Behind Miles's steel claws, the purple energy bar slowly lit up, and blue lightning, like nimble snakes, frantically coiled around it, making crackling sounds.

"I'll kill you!"

Miles's icy voice rang out as he clenched his fists and charged toward Kingpin.

Click!

The deafening crash and the sound of shattering glass mingled together.

Before the Spider-Man could recover from the image of the Green Goblin disappearing, they heard the sound of shattering glass above them.

They instinctively looked up and saw a purple figure plummeting rapidly from the sky.

The Spider-Man- Men's unique Spider-Sense instantly made them realize who it was.

"Miles!" they exclaimed.

At the crucial moment near the ground, Miles' boots emitted purple energy, creating a cushioning force that reduced the impact and allowed him to land steadily.

The control room was a complete mess.

"Cough!"

Kingpin coughed up a mouthful of blood. His suit jacket was tattered, leaving only the sturdy synthetic fiber vest, which reflected a cold, hard light under the lamp.

Provoke him, take the hit, and throw Miles out to buy time.

He still has a chance.

"Keep releasing the Green Goblin!"

"But, with the remote control in his hands, he's bound to die eventually."

The subordinate answered in a trembling voice, his face filled with fear.

"I told you to release it!"

Kingpin rage, and veins bulged on his forehead. His voice, like thunder, echoed in the control room, sending chills down everyone's spine.

One after another, blue voids slowly opened.

Just as Miles was about to press the button again, a hand suddenly grabbed his wrist.

"Let me handle this!"

The voice of Spider-Man Noir rang out, his body bearing several gruesome cuts, blood seeping out and staining his black suit crimson.

Miles nodded without hesitation and handed the remote control to him.

"Also, I apologize for what I said before. I just didn't want you to bear the responsibilities of Spider-Man."

"I forgive you. I won't become Spider-Man. After this is over, I'll just be an ordinary person, a student."

"That's good. Never become Spider-Man."

After the conversation ended, Miles flashed and flew towards the control room, and the other Spider-Man followed suit.

Spider-Man and Miles, like an unstoppable torrent, stormed into the control room and subdued Kingpin.

Gwen approached the Doctor Octopus. "Stop the particle collisions."

"No, there's a bomb on my chair. It will explode if we stop, and the entire control room will be destroyed."

Doctor Octopus shook her head vigorously.

"Let me take a look."

Penny Parker quickly went behind the chair.

"That's outdated. Give me three minutes."

She spoke confidently, her eyes focused and calm, her hands already skillfully dismantling the bomb's wiring.

Miles approached Kingpin, the energy bars on his claws lighting up.

"Miles, he's already lost."

Spider-Man India quickly grabbed the steel claw.

"He already knows who I am. If I don't kill him, everyone around me will die."

"..."

Spider-Man India let go of her grip helplessly.

Miles clenched his fist, about to smash the bald man's head in.

"Ah!"

A scream suddenly rang out below.

Spider-Man Noir!

Everyone's eyes immediately turned downwards.

Spider-Man Noir was deathly pale; one of his arms had been ripped off. He clutched the severed wound in agony, blood gushing out.

Not far away stood Norman, dressed in a suit, his face expressionless, holding the bloodstained arm in his hand.

"What happened?"

Spider-Ham was the first to arrive at Shadow's side, his face full of vigilance, his weapon already prepared.

The other Spider-Man quickly arrived at his side, protecting Spider-Man Noir in the middle.

"The colorful fragments that burst from his body didn't disappear, and my Spider-Sense didn't react to him."

Spider-Man Noir, enduring the excruciating pain, spoke.

Norman ignored them, crushed the remote control in his hand, and then casually tossed the severed arm aside.

The Particle Collider behind us had stopped, and the entire space fell into an eerie silence.

"Can you eat all these Spider-Man?"

Norman suddenly spoke, his tone strange, as if he were talking to some unseen being, or as if he were talking to himself.

"Don't stretch my suit."

"Yeah, I've been hungry for a long time too."

Those hungry eyes stared intently at the Spider-Man, as if they weren't human, but rather delicious meals.

The Spider-Man- Men felt a chill run down their spines.

What on earth is this guy talking about? And the calm Spider-Sense only intensified their unease.

"Head, head... hehehe..."

A dark figure, accompanied by the strange laughter, rushed from the control room above, moving with lightning speed and arriving beside Norman in the blink of an eye.

A flash of light appeared, the sharp Bone Blade slicing through the air with a cold glint.

The Decapitator Demon stopped kneeling on one knee, then slowly rose, his face filled with a manic satisfaction.

"Satisfied, satisfied. I've taken the last head. What a great day! And I've gained quite a few more sinful souls."

The Decapitator Demon laughed wildly, his voice echoing through the empty space.

The Spider-Man- Men breathed a sigh of relief; although this monster was a psychopath, he was incredibly powerful as a teammate.

However, the Decapitator Demon suddenly sensed something was wrong: where were the souls that had just been harvested?

His smile froze instantly.

The next moment, the red afterimage slammed heavily onto the Decapitator Demon.

With a deafening roar, a black cannonball slammed into the wall, the immense impact instantly burying the Decapitator Demon beneath the rubble.

"What a strange ability; he cut off an arm, but lost his head instead."

The headless corpse, which had been lying on the ground, slowly stood up. Tiny red tentacles extended from its blood-red neck, deftly curling up the head on the ground and attaching it to its neck.

Norman twisted his neck and looked at the terrified Spider-Man- Men. Countless red tentacles emerged from his body, enveloping him layer by layer.

Let's continue.

"Food!"

These three words sounded like a judgment from hell, filling the hearts of the Spider-Man with a deep sense of fear.

It was tall and extremely robust, its muscles bulging as if they were about to burst through its blood-red skin.

His entire body seemed to be soaked in blood, a deep, intense red that exuded an evil aura.

Its limbs are strong and powerful, Talons are long and sharp.

Its head was grotesque and terrifying, its gaping maw filled with jagged, sharp teeth, dripping with nauseating slime, and its eyes burning with the flames of madness and brutality.

"Carnage!"

Spider-Man India watched as this Carnage, even larger than that of his old adversary, unfolded.

"How many people have you eaten?!"