"Rumble!"
The suspended track suddenly accelerated. Strapped into restraint chairs, Walter and Anastasia hurtled toward the rotating grinding gears below. Steel teeth meshed with an ear-splitting screech, flinging black grease from their gaps.
Anastasia finally broke down.
"Felicia! Stay back!"
"Dad! Mom!"
Felicia lunged at the glass wall, her ten claws dragging a shower of sparks across the bulletproof glass.
Screech!
The claw marks stretched nearly half a meter.
The glass did not break, but the recoil numbed her fingertips. The wound on her shoulder, which had only just begun to heal, tore open again, sending blood streaming down her arm.
Peter rushed to her side and raised his wrist.
"I can pull the track off course with my webs!"
"There's no time," Yang Ming said.
The track was less than ten meters from the grinding gears.
Five meters.
Walter stared desperately at his daughter, his lips pale. He did not shout. He only shook his head frantically.
Stay back.
This is a trap.
Yang Ming raised his right hand.
"Watch closely. Portals aren't just for delivering takeout."
Hum!
Pink sparks suddenly burst above the gears.
A vertical portal opened out of thin air, its edge almost touching the underside of the track. The restraint chairs hurtling toward the grinding gears slid straight into the ring of light, along with the front section of the track.
A second later.
Another portal opened in the corner of the Laboratory.
Bang!
Two restraint chairs shot out of it and slammed into the floor.
Peter reacted first. His webs shot out and stuck to the chair backs, forcibly absorbing the remaining momentum.
"Mr. Hardy! Mrs. Hardy!"
Felicia rushed over, her claws flashing.
Crack! Crack!
The steel clasps on the restraint chairs were sliced to pieces.
She hugged her mother first, then helped her