"Open fire!"
Alberto Falcone pulled the trigger first.
Venom ducked behind the beam and jerked his wrist downward. The control box he had just torn loose swung sideways across the loading area, knocking down the gunmen in front.
The muzzles swept to the side. Roman crouched against a cargo crate as bullets flew over his head, striking the boards behind him with sharp cracks.
"Watch it! Where the fuck are you shooting?"
He raised his gun and shot the man in the leg, forcing him down, then hurriedly reached over to pull Alberto Falcone along.
"Where's the back door?"
"Ask Edward!"
They looked back. Riddler was hunched over the computer, his fingers flying, sweat dripping from his temples onto the keyboard.
"Stop rushing me! The connection's down. I need to..."
The table suddenly slid forward.
Webbing stuck to its legs, dragging the computer and half a box of medicine toward the middle. Edward hastily let go and stood up with a hand on the chair back. He looked up just in time to see a black shape diving from the beam.
Jonathan Crane grabbed him and hauled him behind a cargo crate.
Venom landed on the table, splitting the tabletop beneath his feet. Someone raised a shotgun from the side and fired into his shoulder at close range. The black covering tore away, and half his body swayed backward.
Before the second shot could come, webbing had wrapped around the barrel.
The gunman was dragged forward. His toes had barely touched the table's edge when Venom clamped a hand around the back of his head and slammed him into an upturned broken board.
He hung there, his fingers loosening. The shotgun was yanked away and hurled into another man's face.
Mad Hatter pressed down hard on the controller, and four