Killer Croc burst through the surface.
This time, he did not lunge at Chen Mo. Instead, he grabbed an industrial washing machine beside him. The bolts securing it snapped one after another, and wires and water pipes tore out of the wall.
Chen Mo looked up at the machine, which weighed nearly a ton.
"Does this count as non-recyclable waste?"
Killer Croc hurled the machine at him.
Chen Mo shot out two strands of webbing, sticking one to each end of the washing machine. Its weight dragged him backward, his soles leaving two trails across the floor.
The washing machine was half a meter from his face.
Chen Mo jerked both hands upward.
The machine changed direction and flipped over his head.
Killer Croc had just charged up to him when the washing machine came hurtling back the way it had come.
He raised his hands to block it.
The sheet-metal casing was crushed completely flat between them.
Chen Mo ducked under the machine and punched Killer Croc in the jaw.
Killer Croc's feet left the ground. His back slammed into the tunnel ceiling before he fell again.
Chen Mo gave him no chance to find his footing.
Webbing stuck to the steel support frames that remained intact on either side. He grabbed Killer Croc at the waist and sank backward.
Killer Croc was hoisted bodily into the air.
He swiped at Chen Mo, but his fingertips only touched the shoulder of the Black Suit.
Chen Mo turned halfway around and smashed Killer Croc into the concrete settling tank beside them.
The edge of the tank cracked.
Killer Croc tried to get up again, but Chen Mo had already landed on his chest.
One layer of webbing sealed his arms.
A second wrapped around his waist and legs.
A third