American comic book: Absolute Spider-Man

In an abandoned freight warehouse on the banks of the Hudson River in Midtown Manhattan, only a few dim flashlight beams flickered back and forth, and the air was filled with the smell of rust and dust.

Two figures wrapped in dark coats leaned against a mottled cement pillar.

Their hats were pulled down low, obscuring most of their faces. Two sealed metal boxes covered with sound-dampening tape stood at their feet. They quickly tapped a crumpled list with their fingertips, lowering their voices to check the items with the equally secretive black market buyer opposite them.

Every few words he spoke, he would cautiously glance at the tightly closed iron gate and the drafty small window, not daring to relax for even a moment.

The box contained fragments of Chitauri alien weapons that had ended up in civilian hands after the Battle of New York. The two men only talked about the quantity of the goods, not their origin, and their tone was full of anxiety as they were eager to get rid of them.

Just as the two parties finalized the price, the buyer bent down to grab the black money bag at his feet, and suddenly a piercing police siren blared outside the warehouse.

The bright lights of the red and blue police lights suddenly pierced through the window cracks, casting shimmering shadows on the ground.

A large number of New York police officers smashed open the rusty iron gate and surrounded the area with guns drawn.

"NYPD! Drop your weapons, cover your heads, and crouch down!"

With dozens of guns pointed at them simultaneously, both the buyer and seller wisely gave up resistance and obediently squatted down with their hands on their heads.

Several fully armed police officers quickly stepped forward to inspect the two suspicious metal boxes, while several other officers removed the weapons from the buyer and seller, handcuffed them, and prepared to take them back to the police station.

Suddenly, the metal roof of the warehouse was violently smashed open by brute force, the crack widened instantly, and metal fragments crashed to the ground, raising clouds of dust.

A dark shadowy figure equipped with mechanical wings suddenly swooped down, the powerful airflow swept by the wingtips knocking over several police officers.

Ignoring the police's warning shots, the intruder raised his hand and activated the impact device on the side of the wing, firing stun grenades at the edge of the police crowd, instantly plunging the scene into chaos.

His goal is to rescue the controlled traders, retrieve the contraband from the box, and cut off all leads pointing to him.

Police hastily opened fire in retaliation, but the opposing force, with its air and speed advantages, skillfully dodged and created chaos, drastically increasing the risk of casualties at the scene.

Meanwhile, Gwen is leading Peter through the skyscrapers of Midtown Manhattan.

Spiderwebs flit across the spires of the Empire State Building and the Chrysler Building, Fifth Avenue lights up gradually below, and silhouettes of skyscrapers stand side by side.

The evening breeze, carrying the city's hustle and bustle, swept past their ears as the two drifted through the area with the highest density of skyscrapers in the world, taking advantage of the darkness.

Suddenly, Gwen's keen senses detected something unusual.

Amidst the distant sirens, barely audible to the average person, came the explosions of bullets leaving their barrels, the low rumble of machinery, and the piercing sounds of metal clashing.

Unlike the usual hustle and bustle of the city at night, that sound contained an undisguised restlessness and danger. Her movements suddenly stopped, and her brows furrowed tightly.

"Peter." Gwen's voice, mingled with the whistling of the high-altitude air currents, reached Peter's ears.

"What's wrong?"

"I think I heard a gunfight breaking out in the distance."

"So, are you going to go and check it out?" Peter asked.

"How about we go over and check it out first? If the police have the situation under control, we'll leave. If things get out of control, I'll decide what to do next."

Peter wanted to refuse, but he knew that given Gwen's personality, she would never stand idly by if the situation truly required her intervention.

Moreover, the fate of spider totems is always fraught with misfortune and threats.

The web of life and destiny offers not only power, but also an inescapable curse.

This kind of destiny, which is preordained, cannot be changed by human will or insignificant power.

Rather than letting Gwen get injured or even die due to a lack of combat experience when faced with unavoidable risks, it would be better to let her hone her skills and gain experience in some low-intensity street fights first.

"Promise me, if you can't win, just run away, okay?"

"I promise you!"

After saying that, Gwen turned around and led Peter toward the direction from which the sound came.

……

The United States has always been a magical country with simple and honest people, especially in a world with a large number of people with superpowers.

Since the Fantastic Four took root in Baxter Tower, the Battle of New York swept the city, and the Avengers flew around in the sky, the citizens have long been used to it.

At this moment, when there was a commotion in the distance, the passersby did not scatter and run away. Instead, they all took out their phones and gathered around, pointing and talking about the sky and the warehouse with great interest.

Reporters from major newspapers rushed to the scene, carrying cameras and recording pens, and lingered outside the police cordon.

Flashes of light went off one after another in the night, as reporters were eager to rush to the front lines and grab the exclusive headlines.

Gwen placed Peter on the rooftop of a nearby high-rise building. The two connected to wireless earpieces, made a phone call, and Gwen rushed to the battlefield.

Peter had already recognized the figure with the metal wingspan, circling in the air and constantly throwing various non-lethal weapons at the police to interfere with their shooting—the vulture.

The other side was very careful and only aimed to repel the enemy, not daring to use lethal firepower.

Because if someone dies, it won't just attract ordinary police forces, but a full-scale crackdown by the Avengers or S.H.I.E.L.D.

At that time, even if he grew wings, he, a smuggler who frequents the black market, wouldn't be able to escape New York.

Uh, it seems he really does have wings.

The vulture, wielding a modified Chitauri weapon, continuously fired concussive energy blasts at the police officers.

A powerful shockwave exploded within the officers' formation, and the police's firepower gradually weakened until it ceased completely.

The vulture landed on the ground, ignoring the reckless reporters who had rushed across the police line and were snapping photos of the incapacitated officers and the attacker.

He walked up to his henchmen who were handcuffed, and with a flap of his mechanical wings, he severed the shackles binding them.

He then signaled to his underlings to escape along the Hudson River, while he himself picked up the goods and money, ready to soar into the sky.

Just then, several spider webs struck the torsos of the fleeing henchmen, binding them like dumplings.

Then, a slender white and black figure descended from the sky and landed steadily in front of the vulture.

The vulture raised its massive alien weapon, aimed at Gwen, and was about to fire a shockwave energy blast.

But to Gwen, his movements looked like they were in slow motion.

Before he could pull the trigger, a spider silk thread stuck to the gun, and an irresistible force sent Vulture's weapon flying from his hand.

Gwen grabbed her gun and pointed it at Vulture: "NYPD, sir, hands up, you're under arrest."

Flashbulbs went off, capturing the moment.

Gwen turned to look at the reporters who were chasing headlines like sharks chasing the scent of blood, and couldn't help but complain:

"Gentlemen, aren't you afraid of dying?"