The sudden attack.
Made the Task Force X members who had been hoping for "freedom" pale, especially Polka-Dot Man, who had already run out of patience.
His face was splattered with blood.
"Ah!!!!!!"
Polka-Dot Man screamed out of control, thrusting both hands forward as countless colorful polka-dot discs flew from his palms.
They shot straight ahead, destroying everything in their path.
Although Bane had lost some of his ability to analyze and identify things rationally, when it came to instinctive reactions—
He was almost comparable to Spider-Sense.
He could easily dodge through barrages of gunfire. Against explosions following a fixed trajectory, Bane only needed to sidestep.
Then he lunged forward, slammed down with his thick arm and open palm, and crushed someone like a ripe watermelon bursting apart.
With a wet pop.
Nothing remained visible except red blood.
Spider-Man was dumbfounded too. He did not even know what he had come here for anymore, but he had to save people!
He fired a strand of webbing, yanked hard, and used its elasticity to launch himself forward.
Spider-Man grabbed a Task Force X member's hand and took off running with it. It was not a bad idea.
Except the hand he had grabbed belonged to Arm-Fall-Off-Boy.
That guy's ability was to detach his arms at the shoulder, then control the severed arms to fight.
It was somewhat useless, as well as strange and disgusting.
Still, if he had not been so weak himself, the ability would actually have been pretty good for stealing. At least he would not leave footprints.
But at that moment, a bizarre scene unfolded.
"Give me back my hand!!!!!"
Arm-Fall-Off-Boy shouted in panic, half from fear and half because his hand was getting farther and farther away.
Spider-Man had dragged off his left hand.
As his right