Marvel's Spider-Man: Web of Fate

Peter guessed he was probably one of the horrors' employees or something?

Well, to be honest, this does fit Peter's image of a bad guy quite well.

A burly man, accompanied by a mysterious driver—wow, the atmosphere instantly became lively.

However, there must be thousands, if not tens of thousands, of people with similar appearances and attire in New York.

Only that high-tech glove that can emit shockwaves is truly iconic.

But unless the other person is an idiot, who would flaunt this thing in public?

Coincidentally, there really are some idiots.

According to reliable sources, these guys from Hellhounds will be making a deal with the other party tonight at 11 PM.

And as is customary, horror will surely arrive in person.

Peter wasn't sure whether what these people were saying was true or false.

However, it's better to believe it's true.

So after binding all of these guys up with spider silk, he returned to the roof.

He noticed that the Punisher didn't look too good; clearly, he had suffered some "torture" from Daredevil while he was away.

—It should be verbal, after all, Daredevil doesn't seem like the type to resort to violence against people casually.

However, sometimes, for some people, verbal or psychological abuse is far more torturous than physical abuse.

If the gun were still in the Punisher's hands, Peter believes he would definitely shoot Daredevil.

"Did you get what you wanted?" Daredevil may not be able to see, but he can still see and hear everything around him. Peter had just come up when he spotted him.

Before Peter could speak, the Punisher roared angrily, "Kid, I won't hold you accountable for tying me up, but you have to let me go now. I'm going to beat this guy up!"

Peter scratched his head and stood still.

The Punisher's face immediately darkened: "You want to go back on your word? Do you want to completely offend me? Then you'd better kill me, otherwise, prepare for my revenge!"

Peter looked a little embarrassed and turned his head away.

There are two little spiders fighting in his mind right now.

One had demon wings, and the other had angel wings.

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Angel Spider said, "You just said you'd release this guy after you finished questioning him. Are you going to be a person who breaks their word?"

The little devil spider said, "If we let him go, given his personality, he'll definitely go and kill those gangsters. Then the trail will go cold again, and how am I supposed to catch the stunner?"

Angel Spider: "Why don't you have a good talk with him? He'll understand."

Little Devil Spider: "No, he's a stubborn, violent, and sarcastic person. He even said I'm a little brat who's always helping old ladies cross the street!"

Angel Spider: "How about this, let him go first, then catch him again. This way we can fulfill our promise and also proceed with the next round of 'deals'."

Demon Spider: "Great idea, let's do it this way."

Peter: What a terrible idea! It's clearly a lousy one!

“Your emotions have fluctuated several times, which means you’re conflicted. Tell me, what happened?” Daredevil said.

This guy's abilities are just too overpowered.

Although he is blind, he can actually "see" more than others.

Peter recounted all the information he had received.

However, the Punisher was the first to object.

"What? You want them to leave here to conduct arms deals? No way! This is a rare opportunity to wipe them all out! If we miss today, they can scatter again and harm even more people!" the Punisher roared.

Peter advised, "But those weapons are the root of the problem. If we don't address the root cause, now we have hellhounds, and later we'll have hell hands, hell heads, hell tails, and so on. Only by solving the root cause can we truly solve the problem!"

The Punisher said, "To solve the problem, we don't necessarily have to let these people go as bait. We can look for clues in their base! What if they're just deceiving you, using this as a delaying tactic?"

"Uh..." Peter was a little embarrassed for a moment, he hadn't thought of that.

At this moment, Daredevil said, "I can help you with something."

Peter turned to look at him.

Daredevil flicked the metal rod in his hand, and the rod immediately retracted, becoming a short section.

He then walked to the edge of the roof and jumped off.

Peter said he was frightened.

Who do you think you are, jumping off like that? This is the sixth floor!

He rushed to the edge, only to see Daredevil open the stick in mid-air, quickly tapping the wall around his body a few times, and accurately finding the landing point.

After several jumps, he entered the residential building.

After a while, he came out again, jumped several times, and returned to the rooftop.

His agility was so remarkable; he didn't look blind at all!

Even the top parkour athletes are probably only this good!

"I've checked for you, it's not a lie," Daredevil said calmly, without batting an eye.

The Punisher was speechless.

Although he and Daredevil don't get along, he has a deep understanding of how formidable Daredevil is.

He is a human-shaped self-propelled lie detector.

Unless that person has undergone extremely rigorous training to maintain a constant heart rate, breathing, and all other vital signs while lying.

Otherwise, there would be nowhere to hide.

But if someone can reach that level, they are definitely among the elite, having undergone multiple and long-term brainwashing.

You are obviously not one of those gangsters.

Peter beamed: "Well, Mr. Custer, so..."

“Let me go,” the Punisher said expressionlessly.

Peter did not move.

The Punisher said angrily, "Don't worry, since this guy has already said so, I'll reluctantly back down. I'll go with you, and when that guy called Horror shows up, we'll take them all out! Anyway, that guy's no good either!"

Peter: Although this guy still sounds violent and bloodthirsty, wouldn't you say he inexplicably got a combatant for free?

Mr. Stark wouldn't withhold my battle merits because of this, would he?

Peter's mind was racing, but his hands were already firmly untying the Punisher.

Chapter 46 Thriller

Two hours later.

In a secluded spot along the East River, Peter, the Punisher, and Daredevil sat quietly.

Not far away, a pickup truck was parked, with five people sitting inside.

These five people were the remnants of the Hellhounds.

They were unaware that they were being targeted by the Punisher and Daredevil.

However, Spider-Man, who could subdue them in an instant, was also quite terrifying to them.

Left with no other option, they could only answer all questions and then steer the conversation toward the weapons deal that would take place that evening.

Although this is not very professional, they are a gang, so what kind of morality can they talk about?

“Are we really going to sell out Thriller? I heard that Joseph from East Street got beaten up because he owed Thriller money!” a gangster named Bridges whispered.

"Otherwise what? Didn't you see that guy called Spider-Man take us down in no time? If I hadn't stalled for time, would we still be sitting here? Have you forgotten that devil? Who knows if this Spider-Man is like that devil, killing without blinking an eye?" another gangster, Barack, retorted.

“That’s true, but if we do that, we’ll completely offend Horror,” Bridges said.

"No, maybe this is our chance!" Barak grinned wickedly, a sly look in his eyes.

“How so?” Bridges asked.

Barack said, "What if Spider-Man and the thriller both suffer losses?"

Bridges' eyes lit up: "Then we can both take down Spider-Man and get away from the threat, and also get some terrifying equipment to strengthen our forces!"

Barak chuckled: "That's it! With terrifying equipment and the 'feat' of taking down a superhero, we'll become the next Kingpin!"

"Hehehe~"

"Jie Jie Jie~"

"Quack quack~"

A few gangsters' smug laughter came from the dilapidated pickup truck.

In the distance, Daredevil and Peter stood silently facing each other.

With their superhuman senses, they both overheard the gangsters' supposedly hushed "conspiracy."