Clearly, a few ordinary Hydra soldiers plus a group of mysterious ninjas were no match for Spider-Man.
After knocking down a few of them, Little Bug escaped smoothly and chased after the mysterious woman, intending to take the box from her and hand it over to professionals.
His angle earlier had been poor, so he had not seen what was inside the box. But both the History Museum and S.H.I.E.L.D. had made it very clear to him that Hydra were bad guys. Whatever they were secretly trading at night had to be bad stuff.
So she kept running, and he kept chasing. Although New York was not packed with people at night, he had still crossed mountains and rivers made of skyscrapers.
Black Cat was clearly having a hard time too. Spider-Man chased her as though he had infinite stamina, but she was different. She was neither enhanced nor a Superhuman. If she had not had an endless stream of dirty tricks, she would have been caught by the spider long ago.
By the time she reached this place, she could still trade barbs with Spider-Man, but her heart was practically about to burst from pounding, and her breathing was as heavy as a bellows.
But when she looked at the box in her hand, she was still unwilling to give up on the money. Her eyes shifted, and an idea came to her.
"Hey, Spider-Man, has anyone ever told you that stalking people so creepily is exactly why women don't like you?"
Peter had originally been preparing to choose an angle to safely restrain the white-haired woman when she stopped at the edge of the building. But upon hearing that, it was as if lightning had struck the top of his head. His heart ached so badly that he