"Die, all of you! You vermin of New York, this place is your meat grinder today!"
As Damico's deranged, Owlman-like roar blared through the loudspeakers, two heavily modified, armored heavy-duty pickup trucks smashed through the crumbling brick wall outside Warehouse Thirteen like crazed steel beasts and charged inside.
Mounted in their beds, two M134 rotary machine guns radiated death. Their six dark barrels began spinning wildly, producing a teeth-grating mechanical screech.
"Get down!" Frank roared hoarsely, his eyes nearly bulging from their sockets.
"Brrrrrrrrrr-!"
With a terrifying rate of six thousand rounds per minute, they instantly shredded the warehouse's remaining sheet-metal doors and walls into a storm of flying metal fragments!
The raging metal storm poured indiscriminately onto the five vigilantes' position. The air instantly filled with the acrid smell of gun smoke and the scorched odor of bullets tearing through it. Sparks scattered wildly through the dim warehouse like a deadly meteor shower.
"Holy crap! Isn't this enough firepower for an entire battalion?!" The white goggles on Peter Parker's mask narrowed sharply.
Inside his head, his Spider-Sense blared like a shrill air-raid siren, sending needle-sharp pain through his entire body.
Without even a tenth of a second's hesitation, Peter flicked both wrists. Two strands of tough webbing shot out like lightning and stuck precisely to Matt's and Mindy's belts.
"Hold on!"
Peter heaved with both arms as though hauling an enormous weight, wrenching Daredevil and Hit-Girl out of the kill zone before they could react and flinging them behind a huge reinforced shipping container.
"Hiss-!"
Just as Peter prepared to jump, the dense hail of bullets swept toward his feet.
A stray round ricocheted off the asphalt and sliced across the outside of Peter's thigh like a scorching scalpel.
"Argh!" Peter grunted, lost his balance in midair, and crashed