"Little bastard!" Max was about to attack when a brand new Iron Man mecha roared down from the sky again. Controlled by Bruce, he hugged Max by the waist and forcibly took him a thousand meters into the air!
"Peter, I replaced the spare body, leave this to me!"
"Thank you!"
Peter shot a Silk backhand, which accurately stuck to the frightened Schultz, and pulled hard! Schultz screamed and flew into the air, Peter faced him, and hit him hard on the chin with a clean punch.
With a click, Schultz rolled his eyes and fainted on the spot.
"Two."
"Marko! Kill him!" Otto ordered sharply.
Sandman shrank in fear. "Water... there is water..."
"I order you to come up!"
Marko could only bite the bullet and pounce on Peter again. Peter was already prepared, flying to avoid the oncoming sand fist, and glanced at his feet.
Sewer manhole cover.
I hope this Tony suit is really waterproof.
Peter opened the manhole cover and jumped in. The stupid Sandman followed and poured into the underground pipe network without thinking. The turbid and foul-smelling sewage instantly washed away Marko's body to pieces.
Peter sprinted ahead, suddenly broke through the cover at the next intersection, and jumped back to the ground.
Sandman, who was closely behind, struggled to emerge from the well mouth half-length, all wet, and its size shrunk by more than half.
"I brought you a gift!"
Peter took out two extremely effective liquid nitrogen capsules from his tactical belt and hit Sandman head-on on the chest!
The moment the capsule burst, the extremely cold white mist of minus two hundred degrees spread crazily, and along with the moisture, the entire sand body was completely frozen into a crystal clear ice statue.
"Three."
Peter turned around and looked at the livid Otto: "It's your turn, Doctor Octopus."
Otto A strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "No, someone wants to say hello to you first."
The danger sensor explodes like crazy!
An anti-gravity tractor beam suddenly fell from the sky, locked onto Peter's body, and forcibly pulled him high into the sky!
In mid-air, Vulture Toomes, who had put on the spare mechanical wing, looked down at him ferociously. "Now is the second round, Spider-Man!"
Peter felt like his stomach was churning, but a sharp look flashed in his eyes, and he crossed his hands in a clockwise motion, and the dazzling red gold Magic formation was instantly formed in the palm of his hand!
"What the hell is this..." Toomes's pupils shrank suddenly.
"The power of Naluojia - broken!"
Boom!
The violent Magic shock wave went upstream, shattering the tractor beam, and blasting Vulture's mechanical wings to pieces without losing its power!
On the ground, Otto doesn't care about the life or death of his companions.
Taking advantage of the moment when Peter was restrained, he stepped out with four huge mechanical legs and rushed towards Norman·Osborn's car like a violent steel Spider!
The stainless steel tendrils instantly pierced the fuel tanks of the two police escort cars and smashed them out. Otto smashed the hood of the black car with one claw and roughly tore open the back seat door.
"You crazy person!"
Norman·Osborn roared out of the car door, pulled out his gun and fired several shots at Otto!
Dang Dang Dang!
The bullets were all bounced away by the metal tendrils. Otto approached step by step with a ferocious smile, "Finally it fell into my hands, Norman."
"You ruined my company!"
"You ruined my life's work first!" Otto's robotic arm suddenly grabbed Norman's throat and lifted him up in the air. "Now, I'm going to crush your head like an apple!"
"Let go of my father!"
On the other side of the car door, Harry·Osborn rushed out holding a spare pistol and continuously pulled the trigger on Otto.
"Harry, no!" Norman shouted in horror.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Otto's robotic arm swung rapidly, blocking most of the bullets. Only one shot grazed his side, and blood immediately dyed his clothes red.
"Run, Harry!" Norman roared.
Harry pulled the trigger again.
Click.
The magazine is empty.
His face turned pale instantly, turned around and ran away.
"Seeking death!"
The furious Otto threw out a mechanical tendril, which instantly wrapped around Harry's ankle and violently swung him out!
Harry flew out of the air and fell heavily on the cement road. A large amount of blood suddenly oozed from the back of his head, and he fell unconscious on the spot.
"Harry!!"
Norman stared at his son lying in a pool of blood with splitting eyes, and the grief on his face gradually turned into almost crazy hatred.
"Otto..." He stared at the man in front of him, "I must kill you with my own hands."
Otto sneered. "Then you'd better not die first."
"It's time to send you on your way, Norman!" Otto smiled ferociously and raised his deadly steel claw.
"Watch the move--!!"
Accompanied by a loud shout from far to near, Peter stepped on the back of Toomes, who was falling out of control, and fell from the sky like a surfboard!
Boom!
The moment it landed, Peter took advantage of the force and ejected, and two sharp claws as black as ink suddenly appeared from the end of the metacarpal bone!
A cold light flashed!
The indestructible mechanical tendrils were cut off like tissue paper in front of the bone spurs!
"How is that possible?!"
Otto was horrified, and before he had time to retreat, Peter's left fist wrapped in alloy armor was already filled with monstrous rage and hit Otto's chin firmly!
Bang!
With several broken teeth flying out, Otto's huge body flew several meters in the air and hit the ground hard, completely passing out.
Peter stood there panting violently.
The suit was torn in many places, the leg armor was covered with scratches, and the smell of sewer filth and burning was mixed with his body, but he still stood there steadily.
He defeated these thugs head-on by himself.
"Harry! Harry wake up!"
Norman's collapsed cry brought Peter back to reality. Peter quickly stepped forward. "How is he injured?"
"Please! Save him! Send him to the hospital!" Norman pushed the bloody Harry towards Peter as if grasping a life-saving straw, his eyes full of pleading.
"Don't panic, leave it to me."
Peter picked up Harry and looked up at the sky. The broken mecha controlled by Bruce happened to be carrying the stunned Max from the sky.
"Bruce, throw Electro down and send Harry to the nearest hospital immediately! He is bleeding a lot and may have a concussion!"
"Got it!" Iron Man Armor carefully took Harry, sprayed tail flames and rushed towards the nearest hospital at full speed.
Peter turned around and quickly dealt with the scene. He completely tore off the equipment of Vulture and Shocker, used bone spurs to chop the remaining robotic arm of Otto into pieces, and then pulled the bruised and swollen pilot out of the smashed Rhino Armor.
Finally, he used high-strength Silk to wrap Electro layer by layer into a huge spider cocoon, and stuffed a liquid nitrogen capsule under his chin - as long as Max dared to move and discharge, the extreme cold would instantly freeze his head.
The sound of sirens and the roar of fire trucks are heard from far away.
The shocked citizens slowly poked their heads out from behind the bunkers.
They looked at the super villain who fell to the ground, and then looked at the figure standing in the middle of the ruins with the red and black suit in tatters.
Someone in the crowd shouted first:
"It's Spider-Man!"
"Spider-Man is back!"
Applause and cheers erupted like a wave throughout the neighborhood, and countless people raised their mobile phones to take photos frantically.
Peter stood in the middle of the ruins, listening to the cheers coming from his ears, and a relieved smile appeared at the corner of his mouth under the mask.
No matter how many times he falls, no matter how broken he is by fate, he will still stand up.
We cannot let our children become orphans because of the gunfire of a madman, and we cannot let our parents give away their white-haired children to their black-haired children because of the carnival of villains.
He found a reason to fight again. In other words, this reason was always there, but he had lost his way before.
Peter laughed secretly in his heart, 'Looks like I have to lose fifty yuan to Mary Jane.'
As a price for returning to the battlefield, this is not too bad.