Thor's Forced Entry, Ghost-Spider's Killing Intent
Cold raindrops, accompanied by fierce winds, pounded hard on the New Mexico desert.
Lynn sat cross-legged on the sand at the edge of the Meteorite Crater, his eyes closed. A faint Spatial Force Field, barely perceptible to the naked eye, flowed along his skin, completely isolating him from the torrential rain and mud.
Although his main consciousness was immersed in the Underworld Palace, engaging in an extreme psychological battle with the high and mighty Goddess of Death, his powerful body, which had been fused with the Super-Soldier Serum and spider mutation, still faithfully fulfilled its instinct for vigilance.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The dense gunfire tore through the clamor of the rainy night, and the acrid smell of gunpowder wafted into Lynn's nostrils on the howling wind. Immediately afterward, there was the sound of heavy, chaotic footsteps, like a runaway rhinoceros stampeding through the mud, causing ripples to spread across the puddles.
"Mjolnir! That's mine!"
A rough and frenzied roar pierced through the rain and assaulted the eardrums.
Lynn's eyes remained closed, but his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly. His Spider-Sense conjured a vivid image in his mind: a Blond Man, braving S.H.I.E.L.D..'s barrage of fire, tearing through Special Forces Wire Mesh with his bare hands, stumbling towards Mjolnir in the center of the Meteorite Crater.
The bullets struck the muscular man, leaving only a few red marks before bouncing off. Even stripped of their divine power, the Asgardians ' physique remained ridiculously strong.
But this Beast that wandered off made too much noise.
Lynn's breathing rhythm became slightly disrupted by the sudden interruption.
At the very same second that his brow furrowed.
Gwen Stacy, hanging upside down on the boom of a Scrapped Crane ten meters away, suddenly jerked his white hood up.
Beneath the hood's shadow, those once clear eyes were now completely filled with extreme violence and a morbid killing intent.
The owner frowned.
This blond bastard who appeared out of nowhere dares to disturb his master's sleep!
Gwen Stacy's molars clenched so tightly they clicked. She released the Silk, her long, powerful body plummeting vertically like a kite with a broken string, her wrist snapping as she fell just half a meter from the ground.
"Whoosh!"
A pale white Bio-Electric Silk shot out, precisely sticking to the rocks at the edge of the Meteorite Crater. Gwen Stacy used the momentum to swing, transforming into a streak of ghostly blue lightning, shooting out along the muddy ground.
At that moment, Thor's eyes were fixed only on the warhammer lying silently in the center of the Meteorite Crater. He was panting heavily, rain streaming down his chiseled face. He stretched out his muddy hands and gripped the handle of Mjolnir tightly.
"I am Thor! Son of Odin!" He raised his head and let out a roar that shook the wilderness, his arm muscles bulging instantly as he tried to pull the hammer out.
The hammer didn't budge.
Before Thor could recover from the huge drop in his mood, a deadly sense of crisis instantly enveloped his entire body.
"Get your filthy hands off that piece of scrap metal."
A cold, cruel, and intensely murderous girl's voice exploded in Thor's ears.
Thor turned around abruptly. What greeted him was a combat boot wreathed in a dark blue arc of high-voltage electricity.
"Bang!"
Gwen Stacy's whip kick landed squarely on Thor's chin.
The dull thud of bones colliding was exceptionally clear in the torrential rain. Thor's massive body, weighing over two hundred pounds, was like a tattered sack, flung away by this terrifying force.
He rolled around in the mud five or six times before crashing heavily into a wrecked S.H.I.E.L.D.. SUV, smashing a huge dent into the door.
"Cough..." Thor coughed up a mouthful of blood mixed with mud and sand, his head buzzing. He shook his head in disbelief, trying to stand up. He was Asgard's strongest warrior; even without divine power, he could sweep across the Nine Realms in hand-to-hand combat. How could he be kicked away by a seemingly petite and delicate woman?
"Who are you?" Thor wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, assumed Asgard military fighting stance, and stared intently at the white figure slowly approaching through the rain.
Gwen Stacy did not answer.
She pulled out the Tactical Dagger strapped to her outside thigh with her backhand. Pressing the switch on the hilt with her thumb, a dark blue high-voltage Bioelectricity instantly enveloped the sharp blade, creating a piercing crackling sound in the rain.
"You disturbed him." Gwen Stacy's voice was so soft it was as if she were stating a trivial fact.
The next second, the white afterimage magnified instantly on Thor's retina.
Wow, so fast!
Thor's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively raised his strong arms to protect his face.
"Sizzle!"
The Electrified Dagger didn't aim for his vitals, but instead slashed down along the outside of his arm at an extremely tricky angle.
Sparks flew. The Asgardians's tough skin was sliced open, and high-voltage current surged wildly into Thor's nervous system through the wound.
"Ugh!" Thor let out a painful groan, his arms twitching uncontrollably.
He suppressed the numbness and slammed his right fist, accompanied by a whistling sound, into Gwen Stacy's face. The punch was powerful enough to shatter a bull's skull.
But to Gwen Stacy's enhanced dynamic vision, amplified by the spider mutation, the movement appeared as slow as a slow-motion scene in a movie.
Gwen Stacy didn't even flinch. She simply turned her head slightly, letting Thor's fist graz the edge of her hood, the force of the blow severing a few strands of her golden hair.
Immediately afterwards, Gwen Stacy's left hand shot out, her five fingers gripping Thor's thick wrist like iron clamps.
Thor felt as if his wrists were clamped by a hydraulic press, his bones creaking under the strain, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.
"Is that all the strength you have?" Gwen Stacy tilted her head, a cruel excitement gleaming in her eyes.
She suddenly raised her right knee, like a cannonball, and slammed it heavily into Thor's abdomen.
"Bang!"
Thor's eyes nearly bulged out, and a mixture of acid and blood gushed from his stomach. The intense cramps caused his tall frame to arch uncontrollably into a shrimp-like shape.
Gwen Stacy released his wrists, grabbed Thor's shoulders with both hands, and with a sudden burst of power from her waist, executed an extremely violent over-the-shoulder throw.
"Boom!"
Thor was slammed hard into the mud, splashing mud and water more than two meters high.
Without pausing, Gwen Stacy stomped her foot on Thor's chest. The force of the stomp was immense; Thor's sternum cracked dangerously, and his breath was instantly cut off.
"Huff... Huff..." Thor lay in the mud, his hands gripping Gwen Stacy's ankles tightly, trying to flip her over. But he discovered with despair that this woman's strength was simply unreasonable.
"Insolent insect." Gwen Stacy looked down at Thor. Rain slid down her cold mask.
She slowly crouched down and pressed the dagger, crackling with deadly electricity, against Thor's throat, bit by bit. The Blade sliced through his skin, and blood flowed down Thor's neck into the muddy water, where it was burned by the high-voltage electricity, giving off a burnt, charred smell.
"The master is resting." Gwen Stacy's voice was devoid of warmth, like a death sentence. "Any noise that causes pollution must be removed."
Thor's eyes widened; he could clearly feel death approaching. This woman wasn't joking; she really intended to kill him on the spot.
Coulson and several Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., hiding behind cover in the distance, watched the brutal scene of one-sided domination, not daring to even breathe. The Blond Man was already a monster, but the girl in white was simply a Tyrannosaurus Rex in human skin.
Gwen Stacy gripped the dagger tightly, her wrist snapping shut as she prepared to sever Thor's carotid artery.
At this critical moment...
"Boom--!"
The thick, black Thunderstorm Clouds in the sky were suddenly torn apart by an extremely powerful energy.
The dark clouds swirled wildly in all directions, forming a massive vortex. A faint yet chillingly sacred Multicolored Beam Afterimage pierced through layers of atmosphere, carrying destructive kinetic energy, and crashed into the desert of New Mexico.
A violent gust of air swept across the entire area, violently hurling up the accumulated water and sand from the ground.
Gwen Stacy's movements abruptly halted. She looked up, her pupils constricting instantly beneath her mask. Her Spider-Sense issued an unprecedentedly sharp warning at that moment.