Guns were better suited for use in slightly more open spaces.
In the small room that had now become a battlefield, Spider-Man crawled up the walls, clung to the ceiling, rolled and scrambled across the floor, and with the superpower of Spider-Sense, the alien's gun posed no threat to him at all.
Not only could he handle it with ease, he could also keep up a stream of Verbal Sparring to disrupt the other party's mind, driving the alien into a mindless rage as well.
"Hey, shoot me! Hehe, you can't hit me! Don't panic. Why has your little green face turned black? Actually, I know a green-skinned bad guy too. He often rides a skateboard and goes air surfing. You have something in common with him: neither of you can ever hit me. Are you related? Does your mother live on Earth? Oh, right, what does eating dirt taste like?"
The alien did not answer him. But judging by how rapidly he was pulling the trigger, his green fingers had practically become afterimages. It was obvious that he was getting worked up.
Although this villain hiding in a human city was not as bulky as those in online videos, a closer look revealed that beneath his purple bodysuit was nothing but lean muscle. Even by human standards, he was built as solidly as a professional combat sports athlete.
"Why aren't you talking? Are you worried that if you open your mouth, I'll discover your accomplices?" Peter crawled back and forth across the ceiling, trying to circle behind the enemy. This was something he had learned from a 'soulslike game' released by Wilson Company. "Actually, there's no need to worry. What matters most for a family is being together nice and neat. Why don't you all come out and gang