Ch: 40-48
Chapter 40: Tight Suits are the Guarantee of Combat Power!
It has to be said.
The joy of the rich is just so simple, unadorned, and boring.
As a top-tier hot spring resort.
Not only are there hot springs here, but there's also a large area of private back mountain forest that isn't open to the public.
This provided an excellent venue for Johnny's special training plan.
After all.
If Gwen were to perform bare-handed demolition or wall-crawling on the main road.
I'm afraid the next day, that Black Braised Egg Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. would personally bring the Hulk to check the water meter.
"Phew—"
In a clearing in the woods.
Gwen was wearing that lab coat, which, although dried, was still somewhat wrinkled.
But this didn't affect her eager excitement at the moment in the slightest.
"Johnny, do I really have to hit this tree?"
Gwen pointed to an ancient oak tree in front of her, thick enough for two people to wrap their arms around.
She looked at her small fist with some uncertainty.
This hand.
Yesterday, it could only be used to hold test tubes and pens.
Or to hold certain indescribable things.
And now it's actually going to be used to hit a tree?
"Go ahead and hit it with confidence."
Johnny leaned against a huge rock, holding a beautiful woman on each side watching the show.
His left hand toyed with Felicia's silver hair, and his right hand rested on Mary Jane's shoulder.
That look was simply more comfortable than an old landlord.
"Trust your instincts, and trust the deep development I gave you last night."
"Your current physical strength has long since surpassed that of an ordinary human."
"Alright..."
Gwen took a deep breath.
She closed her eyes, trying hard to recall the feeling of that airflow surging through her body.
That was the Qi Johnny left in her body last night.
That sense of power made her feel omnipotent.
"Heh!"
Gwen gave a soft shout.
Without any fancy moves, she just threw a straight punch.
However.
The moment she punched.
The air seemed to be torn apart, letting out a sharp explosive sound!
"Boom—!!!"
Wood chips flew, and leaves danced wildly.
That ancient oak tree, which had stood for a hundred years, even skipped the process of swaying.
A huge hole exploded directly from the middle of the trunk!
Immediately following.
The upper half of the trunk, along with the heavy crown, collapsed with a crash, kicking up a cloud of dust.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Felicia waved away the dust in front of her, her cat-like eyes wide and round.
"This... Gwen did this?"
"Isn't this a bit too violent?!"
Mary Jane shrank her neck in fear.
Looking at the blonde girl standing in the ruins, looking at her own fist with an innocent face.
If they had a fight at home in the future... if Gwen gave her a blow like that... hiss—
I don't dare think about it, I simply don't dare think about it!
"Wow!"
Gwen looked at her masterpiece and jumped up in excitement.
The originally loose lab coat fluttered up and down with her movements.
Vaguely revealing the beautiful scenery inside.
"Johnny! Did you see that?! I did it!"
"I've really become a strongman!"
Like a child who got a new toy, she excitedly rushed to Johnny to ask for praise.
"I saw it, I saw it."
Johnny smiled and helped her pick a leaf off the top of her head.
His eyes were full of admiration (and a certain sense of satisfaction known as nurturing).
"However, strength alone isn't enough."
"Spider-Woman doesn't just rely on brute force."
"There's also agility, reaction, and..."
Johnny pointed to his head.
"That magical Spider-Sense."
"Come, let's try this one."
Saying so.
Johnny picked up a few pebbles from the ground.
He weighed them in his hand.
"Turn around, back to me."
"I'm going to throw them."
Gwen obediently turned around.
Although she didn't know what Johnny was going to do, she had absolute trust in this man.
"Whoosh!"
Johnny flicked his wrist.
A pebble whistled through the air, heading straight for the back of Gwen's head.
For this strike, Johnny controlled the force.
But it was definitely not light.
If it were an ordinary person, this would definitely leave a huge bump.
However.
Just as the pebble was about to hit.
It was as if Gwen had eyes in the back of her head.
Her head tilted to the left in an extremely unnatural way.
"Swish!"
The pebble brushed past her ear and embedded itself in the tree trunk ahead.
"Huh?"
Gwen touched her ear, her face full of wonder.
"Just now... I seemed to feel something."
"It was like a voice in my head telling me danger was coming!"
"That's it!"
Johnny snapped his fingers.
"That's Spider-Sense, your sixth sense."
"In the future, even with your eyes closed, no one will be able to sneak up on you."
"Of course..."
Johnny changed his tone, a wicked smile appearing on his face.
"Except for me."
"Because in a way, we are one."
Gwen's face turned red again.
This man, how can he not go three sentences without mentioning that kind of thing!
But... the feeling of being teased by him all the time didn't seem too bad?
"Alright, basic testing is over."
Johnny clapped his hands and stood up straight.
Although the test just now was very successful.
He always felt like something was missing.
Looking at the loose lab coat on Gwen's body.
Although it had a unique flavor, it was really inconvenient for fighting.
And... it wasn't pleasing enough to the eye.
As a future superhero, how could she not have an exclusive Battle suit?
Especially the kind of Battle suit that can both protect the body, highlight the figure, and facilitate certain special operations.
"Gwen."
Johnny walked up to her, examining her with a serious gaze.
"Since you already possess this power."
"Then, in the future, you may have to face all kinds of dangers."
"Like Tombstone last night, or the Rhino before."
"You need a set of equipment."
"A Battle suit that belongs to you."
Hearing the words "Battle suit".
Felicia and Mary Jane nearby also leaned in.
Women.
They always have no resistance to things like clothes.
Even if it's a combat suit.
"A Battle suit? Like Iron Man's?"
Gwen was somewhat expectant, yet somewhat troubled.
"But... I don't know how to make one."
"And that kind of tin can must be very uncomfortable to wear, right?"
"Who said anything about a tin can?"
Johnny shook his head, the classic look of Spider-Gwen already appearing in his mind.
The black and white skin-tight suit, the hood, and those design-filled dance shoes.
That design, which perfectly combined a girl's youthful vitality with a sense of mystery.
It was simply tailor-made for Gwen.
"Leave it to me."
Johnny patted his chest confidently.
"I already have the design drawings."
"As for the materials..."
He thought of the so-called Bio-cable technology of the Osborn Group, and those Special spider silks.
Although that old ghost Norman is dead.
The technology is still there.
With a little maneuvering, getting some high-tech materials is as easy as turning over a hand.
"I will make you a Battle suit that is unique in the whole World."
Johnny leaned into Gwen's ear, his voice very low.
"Not only will it have strong defense and good breathability."
"Most importantly..."
"It will be very, very form-fitting."
"It will perfectly outline every inch of your skin's lines."
"When the time comes..."
"You'll only wear it for me to see, okay?"
Gwen's ears instantly turned so red they were about to bleed.
How could she not hear the meaning in Johnny's words.
This wasn't making a Battle suit.
This was clearly just to satisfy some of his special fetishes!
But.
Looking at Johnny's burning gaze.
Gwen found that she actually couldn't say no.
Even... she had a faint sense of expectation in her heart?
"Um... I'll listen to you."
Gwen nodded shyly.
Chapter 41: This is What You Call a Man's Bliss!
[Ding!]
[Detected that Gwen Stacy's attachment to the host has deepened!]
[Current Status: Surrendered Body and Soul!]
[Congratulations to the host for obtaining an extra reward: Grandmaster Tailoring Skill(Includes a full set of Marvel suit design blueprints)!]
[Skill Description: More than just mending and patching, you will become a trendsetter! Whether it's bulletproof, fireproof, or erotic... ahem, in short, if you can imagine it, you can make it!]
Nice!
The system really knows me best!
Johnny was ecstatic.
With this skill, it wouldn't just be Gwen in the future.
Could Felicia's Black Cat Suit also be slightly improved?
For example, pulling the zipper down a little further?
Or Mary Jane... if she wants to join the ranks of superheroes later.
He could also make her a custom-tailored suit.
"Alright, special training is over!"
Johnny was in a great mood and waved his hand grandly.
"Since everyone is here, and the environment is so good..."
"Why don't we..."
His gaze swept back and forth across the three beauties.
That look was like a hungry wolf watching three little white rabbits.
Felicia was the first to react.
She licked her lips and proactively pressed herself against him.
"Why don't we what?"
"Have another round of special training... out here in the wild?"
"I think that sounds fine."
"There's no one to disturb us here, and..."
"This feeling of returning to nature should be quite exciting, right?"
Although Mary Jane was a bit shy, she didn't object.
She even stole a glance at the surrounding bushes.
After confirming no one was truly there, she nodded with a red face.
Only Gwen.
She hadn't yet recovered from the shame just now.
And now she was shocked by this sudden wild special training.
"Right here?!"
"This... this isn't good, is it?"
"What if some small animals see us?"
"Pfft—"
Johnny almost burst out laughing.
Small animals?
If small animals see us, they'll have to applaud for me!
"Don't worry."
Johnny pulled Gwen into his arms, domineeringly declaring his sovereignty.
"With me here, not even a male mosquito can fly within a ten-mile radius."
"And..."
"Weren't you very excited just now?"
"That feeling of power surging through your body..."
"Don't you need to find an outlet for it?"
Gwen bit her lip, feeling the restlessness in her body that hadn't fully subsided.
It was true.
After the mutation, her energy seemed to have become exceptionally vigorous.
If she didn't do something to expend it.
She felt like she was really going to explode.
"Then... then be gentle..."
Gwen finally compromised.
Or rather.
She followed her own heart.
Sunlight filtered down through the gaps in the leaves.
In this quiet forest clearing.
A special lesson on the harmony of life.
Officially began... Meanwhile.
New York, Hells Kitchen.
In a dim Underground Room.
A man wearing a skull mask, with a shield and longsword on his back.
Was quietly looking at a photo in his hand.
The photo showed Johnny's incredibly handsome face.
"Johnny Gilda..."
Taskmaster's voice was raspy and cold.
"To be able to kill Bullseye and the others, it seems you have some skill."
"However..."
"In front of me, all your moves."
"Will become the weapons I use to kill you."
He slowly drew the longsword from behind him, the blade gleaming with a cold light.
"The price Kingpin offered is very high."
"High enough to buy a hundred of your lives."
"Are you ready to meet your doom?"
"Genius youth."
...The sun rose high.
The sunlight in the woods became somewhat dazzling.
That absurd and intense wild special training.
Finally came to an end amidst a few suppressed cries.
The air was filled with an atmosphere that made one's face flush.
"Whew..."
Johnny leaned against the broken old oak tree and casually lit an after-sex cigarette.
Although he didn't usually smoke.
At a time like this, he always felt something was missing in his hand to complement the emptiness of this sage time.
Looking at the three women on the grass with disheveled clothes, each exuding an amazing charm.
Johnny felt incredibly comfortable.
This is what you call a man's bliss!
Especially Gwen.
After that practical test just now.
He had to say, a mutated physique was indeed different.
Her endurance had increased exponentially.
The little white rabbit who used to cry for mercy after half an hour.
Could now hold out for an hour without even catching her breath.
She could even unlock some high-difficulty positions that were previously unthinkable.
For example... using that amazing flexibility and suction power, on a tree trunk... ahem.
Johnny took a deep breath, dispersing those R-rated images from his mind.
"How was it?"
He blew out a smoke ring and looked at Gwen, who was lying on the grass tidying her hair, teasing her:
"The fire's all vented out now, right?"
"Still feel energy running wild in your body?"
Gwen's small face was as red as a ripe tomato.
She glared at Johnny in annoyance, but her eyes and brows were full of lingering passion.
"You... you're so bad!"
"Who... helps someone vent their fire like that?"
Despite her complaints.
She had to admit.
After that intense exercise just now.
The restlessness caused by the genetic mutation had indeed calmed down a lot.
In its place was an unprecedented comfort and clarity.
It was as if every cell had been fed to satisfaction.
"It's called the right medicine for the right illness."
Johnny spread his hands righteously.
"Besides, I saw you enjoying it quite a bit."
"Just now, I don't know who was grabbing the tree bark and shouting don't stop..."
"Ah! Shut up! Shut up!"
Gwen was so embarrassed she lunged forward, reaching out to cover Johnny's mouth.
That bashful and lovely appearance made Felicia and Mary Jane nearby chuckle.
"Alright, alright, stop flirting."
Felicia tidied her leather suit and stretched lazily.
Her S-shaped curves were fully revealed under the sunlight.
"Since the special training is over, shouldn't we head back?"
"I haven't forgotten that someone promised to make a spider-suit for Gwen."
At the mention of the spider-suit.
Gwen's eyes instantly lit up.
She let go of Johnny and looked at him with anticipation.
"That's right! Johnny, the spider-suit you mentioned..."
"Can you really make it?"
"Of course."
Johnny stubbed out his cigarette, grabbed Gwen's slender waist, and pulled her up.
A flash of confident light shone in his eyes.
"I said I would make you a spider-suit that is unique in the whole World."
"As for the materials..."
He thought of the canisters of High-strength Bio-fiber Liquid he had shoplifted from Osborn Tower earlier.
He had originally intended to bring them back to see if he could make some bulletproof underwear or something.
Now they would come in handy.
With the addition of the Grandmaster Tailoring Skill rewarded by the system.
Hand-crafting a spider-suit?
Piece of cake!
Chapter 42: Gwen's Bodysuit
Manhattan, Johnny's luxury apartment.
As soon as he returned home,
Johnny dove straight into the guest room he had converted into a temporary workshop.
"System, extract the design blueprints."
[Ding! Full set of Marvel combat suit design blueprints extracted! Loading Grandmaster Tailoring Skill...]
As a clear stream of information surged through his mind,
Johnny felt as if his hands possessed some kind of magic.
Knowledge of cutting, sewing, and materials science was etched into his brain like instinct.
He looked at the cans of Bio-fiber liquid on the table,
along with some High-polymer elastic fabrics he had ordered online.
His gaze became focused and intense.
This wasn't just making clothes.
This was creating a work of art!
A masterpiece that could perfectly showcase Gwen's figure,
while also providing top-tier protection!
"The waist needs to be taken in here to highlight the curves..."
"This part needs to be thickened to prevent exposure..."
"The hood design must stay to add a sense of mystery..."
"As for the colors..."
The classic black, white, and pink color scheme of Spider-Gwen appeared in Johnny's mind.
It was practically tailor-made for Gwen.
"Let's get to work!"
Scissors flew and needles danced.
With the enhancement of the Grandmaster-level skill,
Johnny's hands moved so fast they left afterimages.
His focused expression even left the three women peeking through the door crack mesmerized.
"Is this what a man looks like when he's serious?"
Mary Jane leaned against the doorframe, her eyes dreamy.
"So handsome..."
"Yeah."
Felicia nodded, a strange light flashing in her eyes.
"Not only can he fight, but he can also make clothes."
"This man is simply a treasure."
Only Gwen
was twisting the hem of her shirt, both expectant and nervous.
Can he... really make it?
...Two hours later.
"Done!"
Johnny snipped the last thread and looked at the combat suit in his hands, which resembled a work of art.
He nodded in satisfaction.
A perfect streamlined design.
A black base paired with a white hood and pink lining patterns.
It didn't just recreate the classic look from the comics;
Johnny had also utilized the properties of bio-fibers to apply special treatments to key areas.
It could provide defensive capabilities comparable to a bulletproof vest,
yet fit the body like a second skin, without hindering flexibility in the slightest.
Of course,
most importantly... the breathability and feel of this suit were absolutely top-notch!
"Gwen! Come in!"
Johnny shouted toward the door.
"Com... coming!"
Gwen took a deep breath and pushed the door open.
When she saw the combat suit on the table,
she was completely stunned.
It was so beautiful!
That design, full of both high-tech vibes and a youthful girlishness,
instantly struck a chord in her heart.
"Is... is this for me?"
Gwen stroked the smooth fabric in disbelief.
"Of course."
Johnny walked up behind her and gently nudged her shoulder.
"Go try it on."
"I'm looking forward to it."
With a blushing face, Gwen took the combat suit into the changing room.
Five minutes later.
*Click.*
The changing room door opened.
Johnny, Felicia, and Mary Jane
all turned their gazes simultaneously.
In the next second,
the entire room fell into a dead silence.
Gwen walked out somewhat awkwardly, wearing the black, white, and pink tight-fitting combat suit.
The tight fabric perfectly outlined her supple curves, honed by frequent exercise.
Her slender waist, long legs, and that perky... The hood was up, covering half her face,
leaving only her delicate chin and tempting red lips visible.
Mysterious, sexy, and yet filled with a dangerous vitality.
*Gulp.*
Johnny couldn't help but swallow hard.
This visual impact
was even better than in the comics!
Is this the real-life version of Spider-Gwen?
I love it!
"How... how is it?"
Gwen tugged at the hem of the suit uneasily.
"Is it... too tight?"
"No! It's perfect!"
Johnny snapped out of it and strode forward.
His gaze was so hot it felt like it could melt Gwen.
"It was practically made for you!"
"Perfect!"
"Really?"
Having received his affirmation, a smile finally bloomed on Gwen's face.
She tried moving her limbs.
To her surprise, the suit really did feel like skin, with no sense of restriction at all.
She could even feel a faint current of air circulating on the surface of the suit,
as if it were assisting her movements.
"It's amazing!"
Gwen excitedly struck a classic Spider-Man crouch.
"Johnny, you're a genius!"
"Of course."
Johnny looked proud.
"Look whose boyfriend I am."
At this moment,
Felicia and Mary Jane also gathered around.
Looking at Gwen's gear, their eyes were full of envy.
"Wow! This material feels so comfortable!"
Felicia took the opportunity to feel Gwen's suit, clicking her tongue in wonder.
"Johnny, I want one too!"
"I want a set too!"
"Me too!" Mary Jane added, not wanting to be left out.
"I want to be a superhero too!"
Watching the three women chattering around him,
Johnny felt a bit of a headache.
But inside, he was delighted.
This is a man's romance!
Personally creating his own beautiful girl squad!
Isn't this sense of accomplishment better than beating Thanos?
"Alright, alright, everyone will get one."
Johnny waved his hand grandly, full of bravado.
"Line up, one by one."
"As long as you take good care of me, you can have whatever you want!"
"Pah! Pervert!"
The three women spat in unison.
But the smiles on their faces were brighter than flowers... Night fell.
The Manhattan night sky was dyed in various colors by neon lights.
Johnny stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the bustling night view outside.
Behind him were the three women who had just finished trying on the new combat suits,
excitedly showing them off to each other in the living room.
Everything seemed so wonderful.
However,
at that moment,
Johnny's brow suddenly furrowed slightly.
His enhanced Super-perception
keenly captured an unusual aura.
It was an extremely faint gaze, yet filled with murderous intent.
From the top of the building across the street,
it was dead-locked onto this place!
"Hmm?"
Johnny's gaze instantly turned cold.
Who's the blind fool this time?
Could it be that fat bastard Kingpin still hasn't given up?
"Heh."
"It seems..."
"tonight's entertainment has arrived."
He turned around and looked at Gwen, who was having fun.
"Gwen."
"What is it, Johnny?"
Gwen pulled down her hood and looked at him in confusion.
"Since the new combat suit is finished,"
"isn't it time to test its performance in actual combat?"
Johnny pointed out the window.
"A guest has arrived."
"Shall we go welcome them?"
Gwen was stunned for a moment.
Then, her Spider-Sense also suddenly flared up!
Danger!
Danger was approaching!
Her deep blue eyes instantly became sharp.
That aura belonging to a superhero awakened in her for the first time.
"Okay!"
Gwen pulled on her mask.
The white lenses covered her eyes,
leaving only a battle-ready sentence:
"I've been wanting to try this out!"
"Let's go!"
Johnny grabbed Gwen around the waist
and crashed directly through the floor-to-ceiling window.
Amidst the screams of Felicia and Mary Jane,
the two of them, like a pair of bats in the night,
leapt down from the skyscraper dozens of stories high!
Their target
was the assassin hidden in the shadows atop the opposite building!
Taskmaster!
Chapter 43: A One-Sided Battle
The night wind whistled.
Johnny held Gwen as they zipped rapidly through the skyscrapers of Manhattan.
He could feel the beauty's body tense up in his arms, a reaction to her first high-altitude leap.
The corner of Johnny's mouth curled up slightly.
"Don't be nervous, just relax."
He whispered in Gwen's ear, his voice scattered by the wind.
Yet it still reached her ears clearly.
"Remember what I taught you."
"Use your Qi to sense your surroundings, and use your Spider-Sense to lock onto the target."
"Okay!"
Gwen took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart.
Even though this was her first real combat experience.
Enveloped in Johnny's powerful aura, she felt an unprecedented sense of security.
Whoosh!
Johnny paused mid-air and landed steadily on the rooftop of the opposite building.
This was an abandoned clock tower in Manhattan.
The rusted gears and the massive bronze bell looked particularly eerie under the moonlight.
"Right here."
Johnny released Gwen, his gaze shifting toward the shadows at the top of the clock tower.
There.
A man wearing a blue-and-white tactical suit, with a round shield and a longsword on his back.
Wearing a skull mask, he stood there silently.
Taskmaster!
One of the top mercenaries in the Marvel Universe.
Possessing a photographic super-memory, he can instantly learn and mimic all of an opponent's moves.
Known as the "Human Photocopier."
Clap, clap, clap.
Taskmaster slowly stepped out of the shadows, holding a longsword that was still dripping with blood.
Those were from two unlucky security guards he had just casually dealt with.
"Not bad."
His raspy voice, processed through a voice modulator, rang out.
"Your alertness is very high."
"As expected of the man who could kill Bullseye."
Taskmaster sized Johnny up.
Then he looked at the girl next to him wearing a strange bodysuit.
A cold sneer curled under the skull mask.
"Brought a helper?"
"What? Do you also know that you're no match for me alone?"
"Helper?"
Johnny acted as if he had heard a hilarious joke.
He nonchalantly picked his ear, looking disgusted.
"Old man, do you have some kind of misunderstanding about yourself?"
"She's not a helper."
"She's here to level up."
"As for you..."
Johnny extended a finger and pointed at Taskmaster.
"You're just the Experience Points."
"Arrogant!"
Taskmaster's eyes turned cold.
As a top assassin, when had he ever suffered such an insult?
"Since you want to die, I'll grant your wish!"
Before his voice even faded.
Taskmaster moved.
He suddenly threw the round shield in his hand.
The movement, the posture, the angle.
It was exactly the same as Captain America!
Whoosh—!
The round shield flew toward Johnny's face with a shrill sound of piercing air, spinning rapidly.
It was so fast that it even left an afterimage in the air.
"Gwen, I'll leave it to you."
Johnny didn't even move, just spoke calmly to Gwen beside him.
"This is your first lesson."
"When facing a ranged attack, besides dodging, you can also..."
Before he could even finish.
Gwen had already moved.
Her Spider-Sense was screaming a warning!
In her sight, the rapidly spinning round shield seemed to slow down.
She instinctively raised her wrist.
Thwip!
A strand of white webbing shot out from the shooter on her wrist.
It stuck to the round shield in mid-air with pinpoint accuracy!
This was a Web-Shooter Johnny had specially crafted for Gwen, using Osborn's high-strength bio-fiber liquid.
Combined with his Grandmaster-level craftsmanship.
Its strength was ten times that of a steel cable, and its stickiness was comparable to superglue!
"Come back to me!"
Gwen gave a sharp cry, and her arm exerted force as she swung it violently.
The round shield was like a yo-yo, its trajectory forcibly changed by her.
It drew a massive arc in the air.
Then, it hurtled back toward Taskmaster even faster than it had come!
"What?!"
Taskmaster was startled.
Not only did she catch his flying shield, but she could also counterattack?
What kind of move was this?
Spider-Man's?
But he didn't have time to think.
The round shield was already in front of him.
He subconsciously pulled out the longsword from his back and blocked.
Clang!!!
A loud explosion of sound.
Taskmaster only felt a terrifying, monstrous force transmit through the sword.
The skin between his thumb and forefinger instantly split, and he was knocked back five or six steps, nearly losing his footing and falling off the clock tower.
"What incredible strength!"
Taskmaster was horrified.
This seemingly frail young girl actually had power greater than Captain America's?!
The intelligence was wrong!
Didn't that fat bastard Kingpin say there was only one Johnny Gilda?
Where did this female monster come from?
"Nicely done!"
Johnny whistled, not holding back his praise at all.
"That move to redirect the force was well-used."
"Seems that 'deep exchange' last night wasn't in vain; your comprehension is very high."
Gwen's face flushed, but the excitement in her eyes couldn't be hidden.
"So... I'm really this strong?"
She clenched her fist; the thrill of controlling such power was somewhat intoxicating.
"Don't get cocky too soon!"
Taskmaster roared.
He threw away the already deformed longsword and pulled two short batons from his waist.
Daredevil's signature weapons!
"That was just a warm-up!"
"Next, I'm getting serious!"
Taskmaster's figure flashed, rushing toward Gwen like a ghost.
The batons in his hands turned into a flurry of shadows, enveloping her airtight.
This time, he brought out his specialty.
He didn't just integrate Daredevil's fighting techniques.
He also added Black Widow's jujutsu and Iron Fist's Qigong.
Truly a collection of the best from a hundred schools of thought!
However.
Facing this overwhelming attack.
Gwen appeared exceptionally calm.
Her Spider-Sense was like an all-around radar.
Predicting every single one of Taskmaster's movements with perfect clarity.
Dodge left, evade right, duck, jump.
Gwen's figure wove through the shadows of the batons with ease, as if she were performing an elegant dance.
Her black, white, and pink suit traced graceful arcs under the moonlight.
No matter how Taskmaster attacked, he couldn't even touch the corner of her clothes!
"How is this possible?!"
Taskmaster grew more alarmed as the fight continued.
Every one of his attacks was perfectly predicted.
The opponent could even land a few heavy hits on him in the gaps between his dodges.
This wasn't a battle at all.
He was being toyed with!
"Too slow."
Gwen's voice came from above.
She had jumped onto the crossbeam of the clock tower at some point.
Hanging Upside Down!
"Is this all you've got?"
Gwen mimicked Johnny's tone, provocatively beckoning with her finger.
"If it is, then I'm going to get serious too."
As soon as she finished speaking.
Gwen kicked off with both legs, her entire body diving down like a cannonball.
"Taste this!"
She flicked her wrists sharply in the air.
Two strands of webbing shot out, sticking to both of Taskmaster's feet.
Then she pulled hard!
Thud!
Taskmaster was yanked directly into a face-plant, slamming hard onto the ground.
Before he could even crawl back up.
Gwen had already landed on his back.
Bam!
A heavy, forceful elbow strike slammed right into the center of his back.
Pfft—
Taskmaster spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling as if his spine was about to break.
It wasn't over yet.
Gwen grabbed his collar and lifted him off the ground.
Then came a storm of combination punches!
"Ora ora ora!"
Every punch carried the sound of breaking air, hitting home with solid force!
Taskmaster was beaten like a punching bag, completely unable to fight back.
The sense of despair from being totally crushed made him think about escaping for the first time.
Where the hell did this monster come from?!
She's even more of a freak than that Johnny Gilda!
Chapter 44: Gwen Stacy, Spider-Woman!
"Boom!"
Taskmaster was sent flying by Gwen's heavy punch.
His body smashed through the copper bell at the top of the clock tower.
The huge copper bell let out a mournful toll.
Falling down to the mechanical gear level below along with Taskmaster.
Dust rose everywhere.
"Huff... huff..."
Gwen stood where she was, gasping for air.
Although she had plenty of stamina, this was her first real combat after all.
That feeling of fist hitting flesh made her excited, but also made her hands shake slightly.
"Is it over already?"
She looked at the deformed copper bell and asked somewhat incredulously.
"Not yet."
Johnny walked out from the shadows nearby, still playing with that coin in his hand.
"This guy was hired by Kingpin for a high price; he won't die that easily."
"Besides..."
Johnny pointed to the ruins below.
"Look."
Amidst that pile of scrap metal.
A hand wearing an armored glove suddenly reached out and pushed aside a massive gear.
Taskmaster stood up unsteadily.
His tactical suit was already tattered.
His skull mask was half-shattered, revealing the blood-stained face beneath.
"Cough, cough..."
He spat out a mouthful of bloody foam, his eyes filled with malice and madness.
"Damn... little girl!"
"You've completely enraged me!"
"I'm going to tear you to pieces!"
Taskmaster roared and pressed a button on his belt.
"Vroom—!"
A piercing sound of mechanical operation rang out.
His tactical suit suddenly began to transform.
Countless micro-mechanical arms extended from his back.
Supporting his body like spider legs.
Even more terrifying.
Two High-frequency Vibration Blades flashing with blue light popped out from his arms!
"Full Power Mode? Interesting."
Johnny raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.
This equipment was actually a bit more advanced than in the original work.
It seemed that fat bastard Kingpin really spent a fortune to kill him.
"Johnny, what should we do?"
Seeing this scene, Gwen also felt a bit intimidated.
After all, this kind of high-tech killing machine.
For a novice like her, the visual impact was quite significant.
"What are you afraid of?"
Johnny walked behind Gwen, placed his hands on her shoulders, and squeezed gently.
"Remember what I told you last night."
"The best defense is a good offense."
"And..."
He whispered in Gwen's ear, his voice carrying a hint of temptation.
"You are my woman."
"If you can't even beat a mere tin can, how are you going to conquer the sea of stars with me in the future?"
Hearing these words.
A fire instantly ignited in Gwen's heart.
That's right!
She was Johnny's woman!
How could she embarrass him?
"I understand!"
Gwen took a deep breath, her gaze becoming incredibly determined.
She suddenly pulled down her hood, re-covering that beautiful face.
"Come on!"
"Spider-Woman, here I come!"
"You're asking for death!"
Taskmaster gave a cruel laugh, and the mechanical arms on his back exerted force.
He charged forward like a cannonball.
The High-frequency Vibration Blades sliced through the air, making a tooth-gritting screech.
"Die!"
Facing this fierce strike.
Gwen did not back down.
She bent her legs slightly, her whole body like a bow ready to fire.
Just as the blades were about to reach her.
"Whoosh!"
She moved.
But this time, she didn't choose to dodge.
Instead, she chose to meet it head-on!
She suddenly shot two strands of spider silk from her hands, sticking them directly to Taskmaster's swinging arms.
Then... "Hah!"
Gwen gave a sharp cry, exerted force from her waist, and leaped into the air.
Using the pull of the spider silk, she not only dodged the attack.
But instead, she spun like a top and flew over Taskmaster's head.
"What?!"
Taskmaster was startled and was about to look up.
But it was too late.
Gwen's long, beautiful legs had already clamped tightly around his neck like scissors!
Deadly Scissor Kick!
This move was something Johnny had specially taught her during their "private lesson" last night.
She didn't expect it to come in handy so soon.
"Down you go!"
Gwen exerted force from her core and suddenly leaned back.
"Boom!"
Taskmaster's massive frame was slammed hard onto the ground by her over-the-shoulder throw.
The huge impact made the entire clock tower tremble.
*Crack!*
Several of the mechanical arms on Taskmaster's back snapped instantly, sparks flying everywhere.
"I'm not done yet!"
Gwen pressed her advantage.
She didn't release her legs; instead, she used the momentum to flip over and mount Taskmaster's back.
Then... it was a round of inhumane mounted pummeling!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Fists fell like raindrops.
Every punch landed solidly on the back of Taskmaster's head.
"Think you're so tough!"
"Think you're so good with blades!"
"Think you can scare me!"
Gwen shouted as she hit him, seemingly venting all the pressure she had accumulated during this time.
Poor Taskmaster.
A grand King of Mercenaries.
At this moment, he was being rubbed into the ground like a ragdoll.
He didn't even have a chance to fight back.
"Enough, enough."
Johnny saw it was about enough and hurriedly stepped forward to pull Gwen back.
If she kept hitting him, this wouldn't be a spar anymore; it would be desecrating a corpse.
"Huff... huff..."
Gwen stopped, looking at Johnny a bit sheepishly.
Then she looked at the no-longer-human-shaped Taskmaster on the ground.
"Was I... too violent?"
"No, it was just right."
Johnny smiled and helped her wipe the sweat from her forehead.
"When dealing with enemies, you must be as ruthless as the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves."
"You did well, Gwen."
"I'm very satisfied."
Hearing Johnny's praise, Gwen felt delighted.
She took off her mask, revealing her flushed little face.
"Then... did I pass?"
"Of course."
Johnny nodded, his gaze tender.
"From today on."
"You are the official Spider-Woman."
"And also Johnny Gilda's..."
"Exclusive hero."
"Oh, you~"
Gwen gave a playful pout and threw herself into Johnny's arms.
The two of them embraced tightly atop the ruins.
Moonlight spilled over them, as if draping a silver veil over the new couple.
While Taskmaster, still twitching on the ground.
Had now completely become part of the background.
He didn't even dare to let out a groan.
For fear of disturbing the mood of these two big shots.
"Let's go."
After a moment of tenderness, Johnny released Gwen.
"With such a big commotion here, the Police will probably arrive soon."
"It's time for us to leave."
"What about him?"
Gwen pointed at Taskmaster on the ground.
"Don't worry, someone will come to clean up the mess."
Johnny gave a mysterious smile and took out his phone to send a location to Coulson.
"Hello, Agent Coulson?"
"I've brought you another achievement."
"Location is the abandoned clock tower in Manhattan."
"Remember to bring a stretcher; the guy might be in pretty bad shape."
Hanging up the phone, Johnny put his arm around Gwen's waist.
"Let's go!"
The two of them leaped down from the clock tower once again, disappearing into the vast night.
Leaving behind only a broken Taskmaster.
Shivering in the cold wind.
Chapter 45: How Can I Let a Girl Handle This Kind of Thing?
S.H.I.E.L.D., Strike Team Base.
Coulson looked at the object on the stretcher in front of him, which, if one didn't look closely...
One could hardly tell it was still a human-shaped object.
He fell into a deep silence.
"This is... Taskmaster?"
He pointed at that pile of scrap metal that looked like it had just been rescued from under a hydraulic press, his tone filled with uncertainty.
"Yes, Officer."
An Agent swallowed hard and reported.
"According to the on-site survey and residual DNA comparison, it is indeed Taskmaster Anthony Masters."
"Comminuted fractures all over his body, multiple internal organ ruptures, severe concussion..."
"If it weren't for the life support system in his battle suit still functioning, he'd probably have gone to see God long ago."
Coulson took a deep breath.
Johnny's seemingly sunny and harmless smile appeared in his mind.
"He really hit him hard."
He muttered to himself.
"However..."
"This also shows that our little friend doesn't just have an ace up his sleeve."
"Moreover, he has quite a few aces."
Who was Taskmaster?
He was a tough character who could go toe-to-toe with Captain America.
As a result, in Johnny's hands, without even putting up a decent fight, he was beaten into this state.
This combat power... I'm afraid only a monster of the Hulk's level could suppress him, right?
"Did you find out about the girl who appeared with him?"
Coulson suddenly asked.
"I found her."
The Agent handed over a file.
"Based on the silk samples left at the scene and a comparison of surveillance footage."
"Although the other party was wearing a mask, their physical characteristics and..."
The Agent paused and said with some hesitation.
"Highly consistent with Gwen Stacy, the daughter of Chief George Stacy."
"Gwen?"
Coulson raised an eyebrow.
"That good girl?"
"Interesting."
"It seems our Mr. Johnny is not only a cheat himself."
"But he also brought his girlfriend along for the ride?"
"Is this the legendary power couple?"
Coulson stroked his chin, a meaningful smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
"It's getting more and more interesting."
"In that case, let's help them clean up their mess."
"Lock down the news of the scene and claim it was... well, a gas explosion."
"Yes, Officer!"
...Manhattan, Luxury Apartment.
"Phew—"
Gwen took off her mask, and her blonde hair cascaded down like a waterfall.
Fine beads of sweat hung on her face, which was slightly flushed from the intense exercise.
In those azure eyes, an unprecedented light flickered.
"That was so awesome!"
She waved her fist excitedly.
"That feeling of controlling power is simply wonderful!"
"Johnny, did you see that?"
"Was my 'Deadly Scissor Kick' just now cool?"
Looking at Gwen's little expression seeking praise.
Johnny smiled and stepped forward, helping her brush away the strand of hair sticking to her forehead.
"Cool, it was incredibly cool."
"You're simply my Valkyrie."
He took the opportunity to wrap his arm around Gwen's waist and gave her a light peck on the lips.
"However..."
"Since you fought so intensely just now, are you a bit... again?"
Johnny smiled mischievously, his large hand starting to wander dishonestly.
"That?"
"Wh... what?"
Gwen's face instantly turned red, and her eyes began to dodge.
But her body honestly softened, leaning into Johnny's arms.
"What do you think?"
Johnny bit her ear, his voice low and raspy.
"Weren't you very impressive when you were riding on top of him just now?"
"Why are you shy now?"
"I... that was for the battle!"
Gwen defended herself with embarrassment and annoyance.
"Yes, yes, yes, for the battle."
Johnny picked her up and strode toward the bedroom.
"Then next."
"Let's also have a... battle for procreation."
"You're annoying~"
...Nothing more was said that night.
Early the next morning.
When the first ray of sunlight shone into the room.
Johnny had already gotten up, full of energy.
Looking at Gwen, who was still sound asleep beside him.
That tranquil sleeping face filled his heart with a sense of accomplishment.
Although last night's "battle" was intense.
He had to say.
After the mutation, Gwen's physique was indeed ridiculously powerful.
Not only was her recovery power amazing, but her cooperation in unlocking new positions was also a perfect score.
This made him full of infinite expectations...
...for future group battles.
"System."
Johnny muttered in his heart.
"Check current status."
[Host: Johnny Gilda]
[Current Combat Power: 2400]
[Skills: Bukūjutsu (Advanced), Kamehameha, Dodonpa, Solar Flare, Ten Thousand Worlds Shocking Palm, Afterimage Fist (Advanced), Ki Sensing Enhancement, Grandmaster Tailor.]
[Conquered Targets: Gwen Stacy (Pregnant/Mutated), Felicia Hardy (100), Mary Jane Watson(100).]
Looking at the magnificent panel.
Johnny nodded with satisfaction.
Although his combat power hadn't skyrocketed again for the time being.
But with Gwen as a powerful helper.
Plus his own dragon ball skills.
On this Marvel Earth, he could basically walk sideways.
As long as he didn't go and provoke that bald Ancient One.
Or provoke the God-King Odin.
Basically, no one could do anything to him.
"However..."
Johnny narrowed his eyes.
He thought of that Taskmaster from last night.
"It seems that fat dead man Kingpin is determined to make things difficult for me."
"In that case..."
"Then don't blame me for being impolite."
"I originally wanted to keep you as an Experience Baby for Gwen."
"But now it seems..."
"You, this Experience Baby, are a bit disobedient."
Johnny walked to the window and looked at the Fisk Tower standing in the distance in Hells Kitchen.
A cold glint flashed in his eyes.
"Since you're disobedient."
"Then let's change to a disobedient one to be it."
...Just then.
"Knock, knock, knock."
A series of urgent knocks on the door sounded.
Johnny frowned.
Who is it so early?
He casually grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist and went over to open the door.
Outside the door.
Stood two people wearing black tight-fitting night clothes and red masks.
Ninjas carrying katanas...?
The Hand!
Johnny recognized this iconic outfit at a glance.
"Johnny Gilda."
One of the ninjas said in broken English.
"Boss Kingpin sends his regards."
"In addition..."
"He asked us to bring you a message."
"If you're smart, come with us quietly."
"Otherwise..."
The ninja brandished the katana in his hand, the threat self-evident.
"Otherwise what?"
Johnny leaned against the doorframe, looking at these two death-defying guys with a playful expression.
"Otherwise you're going to cut me into pieces?"
"Or turn me into sashimi?"
"Heh."
The ninja sneered.
"It seems you're choosing the hard way."
"In that case..."
"Then don't blame us for being impolite!"
Before his voice could fade.
The two ninjas drew their swords simultaneously, turning into two black shadows and lunging toward Johnny!
However.
Before they could even reach Johnny.
"Whoosh!"
A white figure suddenly descended from the sky.
"Who dares to touch my man?!"
A delicate shout rang out.
Followed by.
Bang! Bang!
Two muffled sounds.
Those two ninjas were sent flying directly backwards.
They smashed heavily into the opposite wall, so hard they couldn't even be peeled off.
"Gwen?"
Johnny looked at the girl in pajamas, her hair a bit messy, with some surprise.
But her eyes were incomparably sharp.
This little girl.
She woke up quite fast.
And... this morning grumpiness is a bit intense.
"Are you okay, Johnny?"
Gwen turned around, looking at Johnny with a nervous expression.
Completely ignoring the two ninjas who had already passed out.
"I'm fine."
Johnny smiled and shook his head, reaching out to pull her into his arms.
"However..."
"How can I let a girl handle this kind of fighting and killing?"
"Next time, leave this kind of rough work to me."
"How can that be!"
Gwen raised her head, her face serious.
"I'm a superhero now too!"
"Protecting my boyfriend is my responsibility!"
Looking at Gwen's serious expression.
Johnny's heart felt so warm.
With such a wife, what more could a man ask for?
But... since The Hand dared to come to his door.
That meant that fat dead man Kingpin was completely desperate.
"It seems..."
"It's time to go and teach that fat dead man a lesson."
A hint of coldness flashed in Johnny's eyes.
"Since he wants to see me so much."
"Then I'll fulfill his wish."
"Tonight."
"We'll go to Fisk Tower."
"And for that Emperor of Hells Kitchen."
"Deliver a big gift!"
Chapter 46: Your Time is Up
Night falls.
Hells Kitchen.
Fisk Tower.
Penthouse office.
Kingpin stands before the floor-to-ceiling window.
"Failed?"
His voice is low and raspy, carrying an oppressive weight like an approaching storm.
"Yes, Boss."
Wesley keeps his head down, not even daring to breathe loudly.
"The two Jonin sent by The Hand didn't even make it past the kid's door before they were..."
"Before they were sent flying by that girl named Gwen."
"Gwen?"
Kingpin narrows his small, bead-like green eyes, a hint of doubt flashing through them.
"The Police Director's daughter?"
"That good girl who only knows how to study?"
"Are you sure you're not joking with me?"
"It's absolutely true."
Wesley wipes the cold sweat from his forehead and hands over a tablet.
"This is the footage captured by nearby surveillance."
"Though it's blurry, it's certain that the one who acted was indeed that girl."
"And..."
Wesley pauses, his tone carrying a hint of unbelievable dread.
"Her strength and speed are even more bizarre than that Johnny's."
"It's like... a humanoid spider."
Snap!
The wine glass in Kingpin's hand is instantly crushed.
Red wine flows through the gaps of his fingers, looking very much like blood.
"Humanoid spider?"
"Good."
"Very good."
Kingpin laughs out of extreme anger, the fat on his face trembling.
"I originally thought there was only one monster."
"I didn't expect it to be a whole nest of them!"
"It seems that kid named Johnny has some kind of technology in his hands that can mass-produce superhumans."
Speaking of this.
The anger in Kingpin's eyes is gradually replaced by a light called greed.
If he could obtain this technology.
Then wouldn't his underworld empire be able to expand to the whole World?
Even S.H.I.E.L.D. would have to answer to him!
"Pass down my order!"
Kingpin turns abruptly, waving his large hand.
"Activate maximum alert!"
"Have all the ninjas of The Hand move out! And those mercenaries, call them all over to me!"
"Furthermore..."
He walks to the desk and presses the red button hidden in the drawer.
"Activate the 'Fortress' defense system."
"Tonight."
"As long as they dare to come."
"I will make sure they never return!"
...Meanwhile.
On the rooftop opposite Fisk Tower.
Three figures are standing against the wind.
Johnny is wearing casual clothes, hands in his pockets, looking completely relaxed.
And beside him.
Gwen has already changed into the black, white, and pink spider-suit that Johnny hand-sewed.
The hood is over her head, revealing only her delicate chin.
Although her expression can't be seen clearly.
From her tightly clenched fists and slightly trembling body.
This girl is both nervous and excited.
As for Felicia on the other side.
She is still in her signature tight leather suit, outlining a blood-pumping S-curve.
She wears a black eye mask, playing with a sharp Cat-claw knife in her hand.
Her exposed red lips curl into a bloodthirsty arc.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk."
Felicia looks at the dense crowd of security guards and mercenaries below the building opposite.
She can't help but whistle.
"It seems that fat guy is really afraid of dying."
"This lineup is even more exaggerated than the President's travel entourage."
"Of course."
Johnny smiles, his eyes full of disdain.
"After all, the ones he has to face are us."
"How about it?"
He turns his head, looking at the two beautiful confidantes beside him.
"Are you ready?"
"Ready!"
Gwen takes a deep breath, her voice carrying a sense of determination.
"I've wanted to deal with this big villain for a long time!"
"To catch him, my dad's hair has turned white from worry."
"Tonight, I'll take revenge for my dad!"
"That's the spirit."
Johnny nods with satisfaction.
This is his good wife.
Not only can she warm the bed, but she can also fight.
She's simply a must-have for home and travel!
"Alright then."
Johnny cracks his neck, making a series of popping sounds.
"Since everyone is in such high spirits."
"Then we'll..."
"Fight our way straight through the front door!"
Before his voice even fades.
Johnny kicks off the ground.
Boom!
The concrete floor of the rooftop instantly shatters.
He rockets into the sky like a cannonball!
Bukūjutsu activated!
He draws a perfect arc in the air, heading straight for the front door of Fisk Tower!
"Yahoo—!"
Felicia follows closely behind.
Although she can't fly.
Relying on her Grappling hook gun and that amazing flexibility.
Her figure swinging between the buildings is even more elegant than Spider-Man.
As for Gwen.
That goes without saying.
Thwip!
A strand of spider silk shoots out.
She moves like a white ghost, weaving through the night.
Her speed is actually a notch faster than Felicia's!
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!!"
The security guards below Fisk Tower haven't even reacted yet.
They see three dark shadows descending from the sky.
Bang!
Johnny lands heavily on the ground.
The massive impact smashes a large crater into the marble floor.
The airwaves roll out, sending several nearby security guards flying.
"Good evening, everyone."
Johnny slowly walks out from the dust.
His face wears that trademark sunny smile.
"I've come to bring some warmth to your boss."
"I wonder if he's home?"
"Fire! Open fire!"
The security Captain roars in terror.
Rat-tat-tat-tat—!
Dense gunfire instantly erupts.
Countless bullets pour in like raindrops.
However.
"Too slow."
Johnny shakes his head.
He doesn't even bother to dodge.
He just gives a casual wave of his hand.
Whoosh—!
An invisible wave of air sweeps out.
Those bullets are as if caught by an invisible giant hand.
They all stop in mid-air!
"Giving them back to you."
Johnny lightly flicks his finger.
Zip, zip, zip!
All the bullets reflect back at a speed even faster than they came!
Thud, thud, thud!
A series of sounds of lead entering flesh ring out.
Those security guards instantly fall to the ground, their wails filling the air.
"What... what kind of monster is this?!"
The remaining people are all scared witless.
Is this freaking Magneto?
"Don't just stand there."
Johnny turns to look at the two girls behind him.
"I'll leave the rest to you."
"I'm going upstairs to have a chat about life with that fat guy."
"No problem!"
Felicia licks her lips, her figure flashing as she charges into the crowd.
She is like a wolf entering a flock of sheep.
The Cat-claw knife in her hand flies up and down, and wherever she passes, screams rise one after another.
And Gwen is not to be outdone.
Although she isn't as ruthless as Felicia.
Her elusive spider silk and powerful strength similarly make those security guards suffer.
"Is this what it feels like to be a superhero?"
Gwen sends a burly man flying with a roundhouse kick.
The exhilarating feeling in her heart is simply indescribable.
Refreshing!
So refreshing!
Seeing the two girls having so much fun.
Johnny is also at ease.
He looks up at the penthouse of the tower that pierces the clouds.
A cold glint flashes in his eyes.
"Kingpin."
"Wash your neck and wait."
"Your time is up."
Chapter 47: Even if I die, I'll take you down with me!!
Fisk Tower, top floor.
In front of the massive floor-to-ceiling window.
Kingpin stood before a wall composed of dozens of surveillance screens.
Every muscle on his fleshy face was twitching violently.
On the screens.
It was a massacre.
A one-sided, foregone conclusion of a massacre.
Downstairs in the lobby.
Two beautiful figures, like the scythes of the God of Death, were harvesting the lives of the cold-blooded mercenaries.
The white ghost (Gwen) used spider silk to hang the burly men from the ceiling, each punch capable of caving in their chests.
The black phantom (Felicia) used the claws in her hands to cut through the enemy's defense line like a knife through tofu, leaving wails in her wake.
"Useless!"
"All of you are useless!!"
Kingpin roared in fury.
His pride and joy, his private army.
The armed forces he relied on to survive in the New York underworld.
In front of these two women, they were as fragile as thin paper!
"Wesley!"
Kingpin snapped his head around, his bloodshot eyes glaring intensely at the assistant cowering in the corner.
"Where is that Johnny Gilda?!"
"Why can't I see him on the monitors?!"
"Where did he go?!"
Wesley adjusted his glasses with trembling hands, his voice carrying a hint of a sob:
"B... Boss."
"The surveillance cameras can't capture his speed..."
"The last footage shows him fly... flying straight up!"
"What?!"
Kingpin's heart skipped a beat.
Flying up?
This is the eighty-eighth floor!
Before he could even react.
Boom—!!!
A World-shaking explosion erupted behind him.
The bulletproof window, designed to withstand anti-materiel sniper rifle fire.
It shattered like a fragile cracker, instantly crumbling into a billion pieces of glittering powder!
Gales of wind howled into the room.
A storm whipped up inside the luxurious office.
Kingpin instinctively raised his arm to shield his eyes.
Through the gaps in his fingers.
He saw a figure.
A figure suspended in the night sky, silhouetted against the massive full moon, like a god or demon descending to the World.
Johnny Gilda.
He had his hands in his pockets, standing on thin air.
In those deep eyes was an indifference, as if he were looking down at an ant.
"Good evening, Mr. Kingpin."
Johnny slowly floated into the office, his toes lightly touching the ground.
He didn't make a sound.
"The wind up here is a bit strong, isn't it?"
"Has it blown away what little brains you had left?"
"You—!"
Kingpin lowered his arm, glaring fixedly at the young man before him.
Though this was the first time they had met.
He already hated this face to the bone.
"Johnny Gilda..."
Kingpin gritted his teeth, the words squeezing out from between them.
"You actually dared to come!"
"Since you're here, don't even think about leaving!"
Kingpin slammed a red button on his desk.
"Initiate 'Fortress' protocol! Kill him!!"
Clack, clack, clack—!
The office ceiling and walls flipped open instantly.
Over a dozen six-barreled Vulcan cannons and miniature missile launchers emerged.
The dark muzzles instantly locked onto Johnny, who stood in the center of the room.
Red laser sights densely covered his entire body.
"Die! You monster!!"
Kingpin let out a frenzied roar.
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat—!!!
Tongues of fire spat out!
A metal storm instantly swept through the entire room.
Tens of thousands of bullets and miniature missiles formed an impenetrable web of death.
They completely submerged Johnny!
That kind of terrifying fire coverage.
Let alone a human.
Even a main battle tank would be torn to shreds in an instant!
Dust billowed, and flames soared into the sky.
The entire top floor was vibrating violently.
Huff... huff...
Kingpin panted heavily, looking at the area shrouded in gunpowder smoke.
A cruel smile curled at the corners of his mouth.
"No one..."
"No one can withstand this kind of firepower at this range!"
"Not even a Mutant!"
However.
The next second.
His smile froze on his face.
The dust cleared.
In the center of the wreckage.
Johnny still stood with his hands in his pockets, not a single corner of his clothes out of place.
And around his body.
A faint layer of white aura enveloped him like an eggshell.
Beyond that layer of aura.
Countless deformed warheads and shrapnel were suspended in mid-air.
They were densely packed, like raindrops frozen in time.
"This..."
"How is this possible?!"
Kingpin's pupils shrank to the size of pinpricks, and his blood curdled in that moment.
Those were armor-piercing rounds!
Depleted uranium armor-piercing rounds!
They couldn't even penetrate that light shield?!
"Too noisy."
Johnny frowned and stuck out his pinky to pick his ear.
"Is this the welcome ceremony you prepared for me?"
"Too low-end."
"Since you like playing with fire so much."
"I'll give you a little gift too."
The corners of Johnny's mouth turned up slightly as he extended his right hand.
With his index and middle fingers pressed together, he gave a light flick forward.
"Ki Disc!"
Hum—!
A golden, disc-shaped blade of light instantly coalesced at his fingertips.
The high-speed rotating energy blade emitted a tooth-aching buzz.
"Go."
Johnny flicked his finger.
The Ki Disc flew out instantly.
Like a sentient spirit, it traced eerie arcs through the room.
Swish, swish, swish—!
The sound of metal being sliced rang out one after another.
The cannons and missile launchers that had been roaring just moments ago.
In front of the Ki Disc, they were like butter meeting a hot knife.
They were sliced in half instantly!
The cuts were as smooth as mirrors; there wasn't even time for sparks from short circuits to appear.
Rumble!
In that instant, all the heavy weaponry was scrapped!
They turned into piles of scrap metal on the floor.
The entire process.
Took less than three seconds.
Dead silence.
The entire office fell into a deathly silence.
Only Kingpin's heavy breathing echoed in the air.
"M... Monster..."
Wesley, in the corner, had already wet himself. His legs went weak, and he slumped onto the floor.
Kingpin looked at the wreckage on the floor.
He knew.
The power of technology was completely useless before this man.
Huff...
Kingpin was, after all, a formidable overlord.
Even in such a desperate situation, he still did not give up resistance.
He violently tore off his suit.
Revealing muscles as hard as rock.
That wasn't fat.
That was high-purity muscle armor!
In this World, his physical fitness had reached the human limit.
He had even surpassed the limit!
"I don't believe it!"
"I don't believe you can ignore everything!"
Kingpin roared like an enraged brown bear.
Taking heavy steps, he charged toward Johnny.
"Even if I die, I'll take you down with me!!"
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He raised a fist capable of smashing even marble.
With the strength of his entire body, he swung it ruthlessly toward Johnny's head.
This punch...
...carried the culmination of his lifelong conviction and pride!
However...
...facing this heavy, powerful strike...
...Johnny only sighed helplessly.
"Why do you villains..."
"...always have such mysterious self-confidence?"
He didn't dodge.
He didn't even take his hands out of his pockets.
He simply tilted his head slightly.
Bang!
Kingpin's fist brushed past Johnny's ear.
It slammed heavily into the load-bearing pillar behind him.
Crack!
That reinforced concrete pillar, strong enough to support the weight of the building...
...actually had a huge crater blasted into it by this single punch!
Debris flew everywhere!
This power was indeed terrifying.
If it were an ordinary person, or even Spider-Man, taking this hit would likely be devastating.
But...
...for Johnny, whose combat power was as high as 2400 points...
...this was no different from a baby waving its fist.
"Too slow."
Johnny's voice rang in Kingpin's ear.
Before Kingpin could even pull his fist back...
"Since you like to let your fists do the talking..."
"...then I'll show you what a real punch is."
Johnny slowly extended his right hand.
The movement seemed slow, but in Kingpin's eyes, it was so fast it was impossible to catch.
Slap!
Johnny's palm pressed lightly against Kingpin's broad chest.
"Inch Power."
Boom!!!
A terrifying, irresistible force erupted instantly!
Kingpin's massive four-hundred-pound body...
...was like a fired cannonball.
He flew backward instantly!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
He crashed through three walls in succession.
He flew all the way to the end of the corridor and was slammed hard into the elevator doors!
The heavy metal elevator doors were buckled inward by the impact.
They formed a giant, human-shaped indentation.
Pfft—!
Kingpin opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood.
He felt as if his entire ribcage had been ground into powder.
His internal organs were burning.
The intense pain left him without even the strength to scream.
"This... what kind of power is this..."
Kingpin's eyes were glazed, his face filled with despair.
The strength he took such pride in was, before this young man...
...actually so fragile and easily defeated!
This wasn't even a battle on the same dimension!
Step, step, step.
Johnny walked over slowly, stepping on the rubble and glass shards covering the floor.
He walked up to Kingpin and looked down at this once-unbeatable underground emperor.
His eyes were cold, without a hint of mercy.
"How is it?"
"Mr. Kingpin."
"Do you still feel like you are the king here?"
Kingpin struggled to lift his head.
He looked into Johnny's indifferent eyes.
He finally understood one thing.
Before this man...
...all the power, money, and strength he possessed...
...were nothing but illusions.
As long as the other party wished...
...they could crush him at any time, like crushing an ant.
Cough, cough...
Kingpin coughed up some bloody froth, a miserable smile appearing on his face.
"You... won."
"Kill me."
"I won't beg for mercy."
As the emperor of the underworld, his final shred of dignity prevented him from begging for his life.
"Kill you?"
Johnny shook his head, a playful smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
"That would be too easy for you."
"Besides, if I kill you, New York's underworld will be in chaos for a while."
"I don't have the spare time to deal with those trivial matters."
Johnny reached out and patted Kingpin's blood-stained face.
It was just like patting a disobedient old dog.
"Listen, fatty."
"From today on."
"Your life is mine."
"Your money is mine."
"This building, your industries, even your accounts in Swiss banks..."
"...they are all mine."
"You are now my dog."
"Behave, and you'll get bones to eat."
"Disobey..."
A cold light flashed in Johnny's eyes.
A golden beam of light condensed on his fingertip again, aimed right at the center of Kingpin's forehead.
"...and I'll let you know what it means to wish for life but cannot live, and wish for death but cannot die."
Feeling the scorching heat emanating from his forehead...
...Kingpin's body trembled uncontrollably.
That was biological, instinctual fear.
In this young man's eyes, he saw a true hell.
After a long time...
...Kingpin lowered his once-noble head.
The underground emperor who once made all of New York tremble with fear...
...at this moment...
...before this twenty-year-old young man...
...completely surrendered.
"Yes... Master."
Kingpin's voice was hoarse and humble.
[Ding!]
[Detected that the host has successfully subdued a top Marvel villain—Kingpin!]
[Achievement unlocked: Mastermind of the Underground World!]
[Special Reward obtained: Mind Control Technique (Basic)!]
[Skill Description: Can plant a mental brand on a weak-willed or already-subdued target to ensure absolute loyalty! Traitors will suffer the pain of ten thousand ants devouring their heart!]
Hearing the system's notification...
...Johnny smiled.
He smiled very happily.
This is how a transmigrator's journey should start!
Constant fighting and killing is so boring.
Recruiting a bunch of lackeys to work for him, earning money to support his wives...
...now that's the way to go!
"Very good."
Johnny withdrew his finger, took a tissue from his pocket, and wiped his hand.
"Since you're one of us now..."
"...then do something for me first."
"I heard the Osborn Group's stock price has been falling heavily lately?"
"You should have quite a bit of liquid capital, right?"
"Go."
Johnny pointed toward the bustling night view outside the window.
"Buy up as much of the Osborn Group's stock as you can."
"I want to become the largest shareholder of the Osborn Group..."
"...before this weekend."
"Do you understand?"
Kingpin's whole body jolted.
He didn't expect Johnny's appetite to be so massive!
Not only did he want to swallow his criminal empire...
...but he also wanted to reach out to the commercial giant, Osborn!
This kid... what on earth does he want to do?!
But he didn't dare ask, nor did he dare refuse.
"Yes... Master."
"I will get on it immediately."
Johnny nodded with satisfaction.
"Alright, stop lying there."
"Hurry up and find a Doctor to patch yourself back together."
"From now on, clear out the top three floors of this building for me."
"I'm going to use them for... well, keeping my beauties."
With that...
...Johnny didn't even look at Kingpin as he turned and walked toward the still-smoking office doors.
There...
...Gwen and Felicia had already dealt with the trouble downstairs and were taking the elevator up.
Tsk, tsk.
Tonight's exercise was a bit much.
It seems I'll have to give those two little darlings a good reward.
Johnny straightened his clothes, his face once again wearing that bright, sunny smile.
It was as if the decisive, ruthless demon from just moments ago...
...wasn't him at all.
"Gwen, Felicia!"
"Hubby is coming~"