Gwen Spider: I'm from Prototype

Chapter 45 Monsters
"boom!"

The bullet was fired from the muzzle, making a sudden sound.

A bright color burst out from the muzzle of the gun.

What Natasha aimed at was the enemy who was walking towards her.

But because her consciousness has entered the blurred stage now, her body is getting heavier and heavier, causing the bullets fired from her muzzle to miss the target.

"Oh!"

The man walking towards her punched her on the cheek.

Accompanied by a dull voice, Natasha spit out blood from the corner of her mouth and fell to the ground.

Then with a blurred vision, she saw two men squatting down to check her breathing.

"She's still conscious."

"Well, she is a powerful woman. It will take a while for the medicine on the dart to fully take effect."

The conversation between the two reached her ears.

Her face was pressed against the rain-soaked ground, and the coldness that penetrated the bone marrow poured into her body in bursts.

She tried to maintain consciousness and tried to stand up.

But her sore and weak body can only give her "powerlessness".

After finishing Natasha, the two turned their attention to the stunned Connors.

The sudden change caught Connors a little off guard.

By the time he realized it, Natasha had already fallen to the ground.

Taking a deep breath, Connors slowly stepped back.

The two white men who got rid of Natasha didn't seem to be in a hurry to capture Connors.

The two of them stepped on the wet stone floor and walked towards him step by step.

As Connors stepped back, he looked nervously to the sides, trying to find a usable weapon.

Tools such as sticks, or stones.

Seeing that the two were getting closer and closer to him, but the weapon was still not found, fine beads of sweat appeared on Connors' forehead.

Just as he was about to strike forward with his bare hands, the two people opposite him suddenly stopped in their tracks.

He stared behind him unblinkingly, with a surprised expression.

It seemed that they saw the existence that shocked them.

"I guess... there must be something behind me."

Connors whispered to himself, and slowly turned around to look back.

In the depths of the alley, it was rendered darker and darker by the gloomy night.

A figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

The other party exudes a breath that makes people stop, even just standing there gives people a sense of oppression.

The black spider mask, similar to that of Spider Woman, was wet by the falling rain, giving off a dark luster.

The two who solved the black widow looked at each other.

"Who the hell are you?"

The white man with a semi-automatic long gun raised his gun and pointed it at the uninvited guest who suddenly appeared.

He who has been licking blood on the tip of a knife for many years and wandering on the edge immediately felt something unusual.

The unexpected guest who suddenly appeared on the opposite side is definitely not an ordinary character that can be easily dealt with.

He was ready to pull the trigger anytime.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

A hoarse voice came from under the mask.

The other party slowly walked towards the two of them.

The uninvited guest who suddenly appeared behind the crowd was naturally Peter who had arrived late.

From the spider perspective monitoring Dr. Conners, he saw that the other party was in danger, and rushed to the scene immediately.

Glancing at the black widow lying on the ground, Peter frowned slightly.

Was this woman involved too?
On the other side, the patience of the two who had dealt with Natasha had been exhausted.

"It's a pity you're not me!"

The white man with a long gun pointed at Peter and pulled the trigger fiercely.

Behind him, footsteps sounded, and other teammates gradually approached.

This time Osborn dispatched more than just himself.

The teammates behind him gave him courage, and even though he sensed something was wrong with the man in front of him, he still pulled the trigger.

No matter what relationship this guy has with Spider-Woman, it's impossible to stop him.

However, he was still a step slow, and the moment he pulled the trigger, Peter charged like an arrow off the string.

The left and right punches were connected with each other, and the teammate next to him was instantly abolished.

Then he jumped up, using his powerful waist and abdomen, twisted and rotated, and hammered down with his elbow, hitting the back of the other person's head.

The unlucky strong man let out a scream and fell to the ground.

Peter is getting more and more familiar with this kind of multiplayer sports.

With the continuous evolution of the "Black Light Virus", his body functions are also continuously enhanced.

Just relying on the hardening of his fists, he can fight against such a well-trained person.

After finishing off one fighter, Peter turned again in the air and moved towards the other.

While turning around, lift your right leg slightly upward.

With the help of inertia, his right leg hit the man's waist hard.

"Ugh!"

Before the opponent had time to react and dodge, he was instantly sent flying.

The flying body flew towards Connors.

Connors staggered and dodged, dodging the sudden disaster in embarrassment.

The existence of the spider woman in front of him, the figure of killing the Quartet, gave him a great shock.

and also
Why do you always feel that the other party seems to have met somewhere?
Connors was lost in thought.

"Shoot him! Give me the fucking shot!"

Seeing Peter's ferocious performance, the white man holding a semi-automatic gun roared at his subordinates while frantically pulling the trigger.

The bullet immediately formed a layer of metal barrage and charged towards Peter.

After being fired by the bullet, Peter's expression remained unchanged, but his right hand changed instantly.

Black tentacles cover it, forming a hardened black shield.

All the bullets hit the shield he formed.

The sound of "jingling" echoed in the alley.

Peter, who blocked the bullet with the alienated shield, glanced at Connors behind him.

The hot breath all over his body boiled more and more as the shield was hit by bullets.

The energy in the body seemed to burst out irresistibly.

There is a faint black wriggling substance on the surface of the body, which begins to linger in it, exuding a black and red aura.

Closing his eyes, Peter controlled the burst of alienation.

It seems that my body has reached a certain critical level.

He tried his best to control the explosion with his consciousness.

The next second, the eyes snapped open.

Huge and vast energy erupted from his body.

"boom!"

Countless black spikes protruded from his body.

It seems to be carrying tentacles with the power of autonomous action, and they extend outwards in an instant.

His body is like a tree branch, with countless branches extending out.

"Chuck! Chuck! Chuck!"

The black stabs instantly penetrated the bodies of these gunmen.

Before he could react in time, the unlucky guy whose body was pierced fell to the ground and died.

On the other side, looking at his teammates who fell to the ground in an instant, feeling the slight shaking of the ground, the white man holding a long gun showed disbelief in his eyes.

What the hell is that?

Frightened eyes turned to Peter.

He already regarded the other party as an incomprehensible monster.

However, what greeted him was not an answer to his confusion, but a glare of light.

The alienated hand knife on Peter's right arm accelerated suddenly and pierced into his heart.

"Oh!"

Under the unwilling gaze, he fell heavily on the ground, splashing countless water droplets on the ground.

(End of this chapter)