Boom! Boom!
A succession of violent explosions continued to ring out. Under the superhuman battle between Peter and Flint, the café had become an absolute mess, and one could imagine that the owner had already cried himself to sleep in the restroom.
Suddenly, strands of Shadow Ninja drilled up from the ground and appeared around Flint. Before he could even react, a series of long sabers stabbed directly into his body.
Puff!
A succession of piercing sounds rang out as Flint was impaled by ten thousand blades, but the scene of flowing blood that Peter had imagined did not appear. Instead, grains of sand slowly slid down from Flint's body.
Seeing this, Peter's pupils instantly constricted, and a trace of disbelief flashed across his eyes.
Fuck, is this guy even human?
Cursing angrily, Peter didn't hesitate in the slightest and charged up once again, while Flint also roared at that moment, transforming into Sandman and entering a physically immune state.
Outside the café, Nick had been anxiously watching the two men's battle, but when he saw the Shadow Ninja make their entrance, Nick's expression couldn't help but change instantly.
Having suffered heavy losses at the hands of the Shadow Ninja, he was all too familiar with these fellows.
Originally, he thought Peter was arresting Flint because of his identity, but when the Shadow Ninja appeared, he suddenly realized things weren't that simple.
No longer paying attention to the battlefield, Nick's gaze quickly swept around the surroundings, searching for something.
Soon, his gaze lingered on the sports car Tony was driving, and he immediately strode over.
Thump, thump, thump!
The car window was heavily knocked upon. Accompanied by a burst of electric crackling, the window rolled down to reveal Tony's figure.
"Hello, Mr. Nick. Long time no see."
"Forgot it-you've already become the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. Now I should call you Director Nick."
"I wonder what business Director Nick has with me?"
Tony laughed with an exaggerated expression, the look of mockery on his face not diminishing in the slightest.
Nick stared intently at Tony's arrogant countenance, saying with a stern face, "What on earth are you trying to do!"
"Flint has already joined S.H.I.E.L.D. You're attacking a public servant right now, and I can arrest you at any moment!"
"Ooh, I'm so scared."
Tony put on an expression pretending to be frightened.
"However, food can be eaten indiscriminately, but words can't be spoken wildly. I'm a law-abiding and public-spirited good citizen."
"How can Director Nick frame people at will?"
"The one doing the moving is Spider-Man, not me. I just happened to be passing by."
"Could it be that passing by is also against the law?"
Tony asked in rhetorical reply with a sarcastic smile hanging on the corners of his mouth.
Nick was instantly choked for words. Although he knew that the scene unfolding before his eyes definitely had something to do with Tony, he had no evidence!
As long as Tony didn't admit it, there was simply nothing he could do to Tony. Of course, having Peter identify Tony was also feasible, but would Peter do that?
Any thought would tell him it was impossible.
"Fine, you asked for this."
Nick heavily nodded his head, took out his phone right in front of Tony, and dialed S.H.I.E.L.D.'s number.
"Dispatch personnel to Third Avenue immediately!"
"Arrest the criminal, Spider-Man!"
While speaking, Nick looked at Tony, deliberately branding Peter a criminal right in front of him.
It was as if he were saying: although I can't touch you, I can deal with the people under you.
Watching this scene, Tony raised an eyebrow and then smiled, yet he didn't say a single word.
Soon, numerous S.H.I.E.L.D. elites arrived, and Nick directly issued his command: "Aim and fire at Spider-Man! Casualties regardless!"
Having received the order, everyone quickly swung into action.
Instantly, a succession of gunshots rang out, and countless bullets whizzed toward the café.
Inside the café, of the two people currently fighting, Flint paid no attention whatsoever to these bullets. Having turned into a sandy state, he was completely immune to the threat of bullets.
In comparison, Peter couldn't achieve that level.
Although his strength was formidable, he ultimately still belonged to the scope of humanity, and he would still die if he was hit in a vital spot.
Therefore, facing the countless bullets, he could only continuously dodge.
And this dodging gave Flint an opportunity. Seeing the opening left by Peter's dodge, Flint slammed a heavy punch directly onto Peter.
Instantly, Peter's entire body was directly blasted flying away.
The S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel outside also adjusted their gun barrels at the very first moment, and countless bullets surged straight at Peter.
If there were no accidents, Peter would be pierced through by a massive amount of bullets in the next second. By then, even if his strength far exceeded ordinary people, he would still die!
Yet at this critical moment, suddenly, huge black figures appeared in front of Peter, directly forming a human wall that blocked all external attacks.
The whizzing bullets shot into their bodies, lodging directly in the muscles and proving completely unable to pierce through.
The S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel all changed expressions as they looked at the black giants that had appeared before them.
"Oh my God, God, what are those monsters!"
Exclamations continually burst from the crowd's mouths, their eyes filled with shock.
Yet none of this could alter the appearance of the Shadow Trolls. Their numbers grew increasingly large, and aside from a portion guarding in front of Peter, the remainder all came marching step by step toward the S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A succession of dull sounds rang out, and the ground trembled in a wave.
The defense-unmatched Shadow Trolls finally displayed their ferocious fangs before the world.
Firearms, the pinnacle killing weapons of human civilization, were like fire pokers in front of the Shadow Trolls. The bullets couldn't even break through the flesh of the Shadow Trolls.
As the Shadow Trolls charged into the crowd, their massive palms easily crushed one S.H.I.E.L.D. elite after another into meat patties.
Such a terrifying scene caused everyone's hearts to tremble, and Nick instantly whipped his head back to look in Tony's direction, his teeth grinding with a clicking sound, his face filled with fury.
Although he had never seen a Shadow Troll, he knew that this was all Tony's doing. Yet, feeling utterly helpless, knowing was knowing, but he could do nothing to Tony.
Two choices lay before him now: either retreat right here-unless Tony wanted to start an all-out war with S.H.I.E.L.D., he would definitely stop;
or grit his teeth and hold on stubbornly, finding a way to deal with the Shadow Trolls before him.
Leaving just like this was definitely out of the question. Once they cowered, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s reputation would suffer another blow, and it would further impact the evaluation of S.H.I.E.L.D. by the upper echelons of the United States.
Secondly, they had managed to recruit a superhuman with great difficulty. If they just gave up like this, who would dare to join S.H.I.E.L.D. in the future?
Good grief, not even an hour after joining, they got themselves killed, and the dignified S.H.I.E.L.D. couldn't even protect its own members.
S.H.I.E.L.D. couldn't afford to lose face, and he, Nick, could afford to lose it even less.
Therefore, the so-called two paths had been destined from the very beginning to be only one.
With that thought, Nick gritted his teeth and said, "Request aerial firepower strike. Blow those sons of bitches to hell for me."
Nick said through gritted teeth.
Upon hearing this, his assistant's expression instantly changed. "Director, this is Manhattan!"
"Do as I say!"
Nick roared. Helpless, the assistant could only rapidly contact the air force.
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