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"Next, let's see whose fist is harder!"
Gwen shook her fist, and the corners of her mouth gradually turned up, revealing a bloodthirsty smile that did not match her personality or her pure appearance.
No, you rookie, who are you looking down on?
Erica's lips trembled slightly with anger at being underestimated, and the rage in her heart instantly ignited.
I am the supreme black sky!!
Bang, bang, bang—
Immediately, in this small space, the sound of fists meeting flesh echoed.
The first "Female God Chosen Cup · Boxing Championship" officially began.
…
Half an hour later.
Rip—
A pair of delicate small Hands, stained with bright red blood, tore open the scarlet spider web from the inside.
Then a slender figure emerged from the cramped space.
It was none other than Gwen Stacy.
Although her originally delicate face was now bruised and swollen, and her left arm hung limply in an unnatural posture.
But with the power of Khorne's Blessing, she felt no pain at all.
Her face was filled with excitement and the joy of defeating a powerful enemy.
On the ground behind Gwen, Erica, whose entire body had been beaten to a bloody pulp and was no longer recognizable, lay in a pool of blood.
Soon, she was completely lifeless.
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[Detected collectible soul, Warp soul count + 1]
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"Thank you, that was a truly exhilarating battle."
Perhaps her mindset had subtly undergone a tremendous change, but after dealing with Erica, Gwen felt no pressure or guilt in her heart.
Instead, she was exceptionally excited and relaxed.
Even the vexation and anger that had been suppressed in her heart seemed to have been released during this battle.
For Gwen, who was currently seeking liberation, this was like a gift from heaven.
Allowing her to no longer feel self-reproach and pain for her father's death.
Gwen then picked up the Spider-Mask from the ground and put it back on her head.
Just as she was limping to rescue the children in the dungeon, the immense power that had filled her body, as well as the Khorne rune on her forehead, instantly vanished like a receding tide.
Thump—
As if her strength had been instantly drained, Gwen's delicate figure swayed a few times and then heavily sat down on the ground.
Intense pain followed, as if it would tear her nerves apart.
It took her a long while to recover.
After some thought, Gwen ultimately abandoned the idea of rescuing the abducted teenagers herself.
She limped to the warehouse above.
She searched The Hand members' bodies and found a phone.
Then, following the number in her memory, she called Sheriff Frank.
After the scene at the dock.
She no longer trusted other police Officers.
...…
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Ten minutes later.
Several police cars sped from Queens and finally stopped in front of the warehouse in a pincer movement.
"Send a few men to cordon off this area, prohibiting all unauthorized vehicles and personnel from entering."
Sheriff Frank Castle raised his Hand and pointed to several nearby intersections. After deploying the outer perimeter, he pulled out his service weapon and led a group of police Officers cautiously into the warehouse.
They were met by a group of Hand members who were fixed to the ground and walls by spider webs.
"Take them all back to the police station… Everyone, be careful during the escort process. These guys are all very dangerous."
Sheriff Frank instructed the Officers behind him, then followed the information he received on the phone and proceeded down the secret passage.
Soon, he arrived at the cells where the children were held.
Looking at the teenagers with dull eyes in the cells, Sheriff Frank and the police Officers all showed expressions of unbearable sadness.
"Oh my goodness, what on earth is going on?"
"What did these damned Beasts do to these children?"
"Spider-Woman must have saved these children…"
"That's right, those human traffickers on the ground are all entangled in spider webs. Only Spider-Woman can do something like this."
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[prestige points + 2, + 1, + 3…]
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"Everyone, don't just stand there. Send them to the hospital immediately. These children need emergency treatment."
Sheriff Frank seemed unwilling to let everyone discuss Spider-Woman too much.
He looked at the dull-eyed teenagers in the cells and, feeling a bit uneasy, instructed:
"Remember to assign special personnel to watch over them. God knows if those damned human traffickers, or rather, Hand members, have any accomplices outside?"
"We absolutely cannot let them cause any more trouble!"
"Yes, sir."
Several police Officers immediately became busy.
While waiting for the ambulance, Sheriff Frank followed the direction of the scarlet spider web and came to the space where Gwen and Erica had fought earlier.
When he saw the bloody, mangled corpse on the ground, his brows furrowed.
"Gwen, did you do this too?"
Evidently, Sheriff Frank had already learned from the female desk sergeant about Gwen's earlier infiltration of the police station to search for clues about the murderer.
And the spider webs scattered throughout the Underground Room indicated the identity of the person who acted.
It was just that Sheriff Frank was somewhat unwilling to believe it.
His old friend's good girl would actually commit such a violent act.
Even if she was facing a heinous criminal…
He did not sympathize with any criminals.
He just felt that compared to vigilantes taking the law into their own Hands, he preferred that these evildoers receive judgment from the law.
Because only in this way could more people who wanted to do evil be deterred and restrained.
At least, that's what he believed…
"How much longer until the ambulance arrives?"
After leaving the Underground Room, Sheriff Frank stood at the warehouse entrance and used the car radio to inquire with the main desk.
Soon, a reply came through the radio.
"Officer, 5 ambulances are only one block away from the scene."
"Tell them to hurry up. The children are in very bad shape."
Just as Sheriff Frank put down the radio and was about to return to the warehouse.
A faint female voice suddenly came from the side shadows.
"Sheriff Frank!"
"It was you who called… Spider-Woman."
When Sheriff Frank walked towards the darkness, he saw Gwen, covered in blood, lurking on the wall like a spider.
It was clear that she was in a very weak state.
She had obviously sustained serious injuries in the previous major battle.
A trace of unbearable pity flashed in Sheriff Frank's eyes, but he still pretended to know nothing and asked:
"Spider-Woman, can you tell me what happened to those children who were locked up?"
"These children were all captured by an organization called The Hand…"
Gwen endured her injuries and spoke out the information she had gathered during the battle.
"However, I don't know much about this organization, I just heard that they seem to want to use these children as sacrifices to perform some kind of cult horror ritual!"
"The Hand?"
Sheriff Frank's face showed a hint of confusion.
He seemed to have never heard of this organization before.
But then he reacted, "Are you saying that these children are likely to be targeted again by those human traffickers… no, by The Hand members?"
"That's right."
Gwen nodded heavily and said, "No matter what those people did to these children, they certainly won't give up easily."
"So they need special protection from the police, and it would be best to take them to a place where they won't be easily found!"
"No, what they urgently need right now is treatment."
Sheriff Frank flatly rejected Gwen's suggestion and said confidently:
"But don't worry, I will send a large number of police Officers to watch over them. After confirming their health is fine, we will send them to a safe place."
"However, it might be difficult to ascertain their identities and find their families."
"The fingertips of these children have all been deliberately burned, making it impossible to collect their fingerprints."
"Also…"
Sheriff Frank seemed unwilling to continue this heavy topic.
So he hesitated for a moment and then continued earnestly:
"It's clear that you're also heavily injured. You should go get treatment quickly."
"If you encounter similar situations in the future, you can call me directly."
"After all, it's better for the police to handle such matters…"
Gwen said nothing in response.
Her figure then disappeared into the darkness.
Looking at Gwen's disappearing back, Sheriff Frank actually wanted to say: Child, you still have a long way to go in your future. Don't let hatred blind your eyes!
...…
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Late at night.
New York City General Hospital.
15 teenagers rescued by the police were properly accommodated in two adjacent, clean hospital rooms.
Since they neither spoke nor slept.
The Doctor, in desperation, had to inject each of them with a certain dose of tranquilizer.
Only then did these children obediently close their eyes.
After a series of systematic examinations.
The Doctor detected a total of eight different unknown organic substances in the bodies of these teenagers.
Their blood had undergone significant changes due to the erosion of these eight substances.
Even now, their blood types cannot be detected normally.
One of the Doctors from the hematology department proposed a bold hypothesis.
These teenagers might have been specifically used as carriers to cultivate these eight special substances in their bodies.
Just like a special "human chemical farm."
Once the cultivation was complete, these substances could be used at any time and anywhere.
To quickly determine the composition of these eight special substances, the hospital dispatched personnel to send some blood samples to a more authoritative large-scale testing laboratory for component analysis.
And instructed the on-duty Doctor and Nurse to check the vital signs of this group of children from time to time.
"Huh, how did you wake up so quickly?"
A Doctor on rounds was surprised to find that the teenagers who should have been sleeping in their beds were all standing by the window with their heads bowed.
As if waiting for someone to arrive, he quickly urged kindly:
"Children, please go back to your beds. Your bodies are still very weak…"
Upon hearing the Doctor's voice, the teenagers turned mechanically like zombies, looking at him with cold and hollow eyes.
And the two Beast-fang-shaped special runes on their foreheads gradually flickered with an eerie red glow.
The Doctor, unaware of this, walked forward, intending to forcibly press a few teenagers back onto their beds.
But the next second, the originally brightly lit hospital instantly became pitch black.
"Ah…!!!"
The moment the lights went out, a piercing scream suddenly came from the ward.
Soon, it returned to silence.
The two police Officers stationed in the corridor reacted immediately.
One held a tactical flashlight, and the other held a gun, cautiously walking into the ward.
However.
What first met their eyes was the on-duty Doctor lying in a pool of blood on the ground.
The Doctor's neck looked as if it had been torn by some kind of Beast, a bloody mess.
If not for a section of white cervical vertebrae still connecting it, his head would have probably already fallen off his shoulders.
And his chest had been forcibly ripped open in an extremely violent manner.
His heart was already missing.
Such a horrifying sight immediately made the two police officers' legs feel weak.
However, considering the safety of those children, they could only force themselves to stay alert and continue to use their tactical flashlights to follow the bloodstains on the ground and investigate further.
Soon, they found the group of teenagers by the window.
At this moment, their hospital gowns were already covered in large patches of blood.
Even their Hands and faces were also covered in bloodstains.
Damn it, could that Doctor have been killed by them?
The situation before them clearly exceeded the limits of what the two police Officers could handle.
So, with horrified expressions, they retreated while pulling out their walkie-talkies, intending to call headquarters for backup.
Puff, puff—
At this moment, two sharp katanas simultaneously pierced their hearts.