"What!"
Peter was thrown away, and a purple ring-shaped sound wave trapped him, leaving him unable to move. His movements were like those of a flying toad suspended in midair.
"Hahaha!"
The man holding the trumpet-shaped weapon laughed excitedly. The purple ring-shaped sound wave had actually been emitted from the weapon in his hand. The strange energy seemed to turn into an invisible rope, tightly imprisoning Peter in the air. Several of the others also took out weapons of the same style.
While laughing and joking, they took turns using the weapons to throw Peter around. Their demeanor and arrogant, harsh laughter made it seem as if they were playing with a tattered doll, ruthlessly pulling out the cotton inside and then trampling it under their feet. Everyone passing by would step on it, and ignorant children would kick it into the busy road, leaving scars everywhere.
Peter was thrown around miserably, and beneath his suit, patches of bruises had appeared on his body. Around him, there were human-shaped dents in the surrounding containers, some deep and some shallow, but without exception, they were all there.
The Vulture looked at the boy's miserable state and saw that he seemed unable to struggle. He waved his hand at his men. The men put down their weapons one after another, and the one who had been having the most fun reluctantly stopped attacking.
Peter fell and hit the ground hard.
"Ugh..."
The Vulture grabbed one of Peter's feet. The leather glove was covered in rough scratches. It had been with him for nearly ten years. Every scratch on it was a trace of his hard work over the years. It had long since become worn and dilapidated, but he was still unwilling to throw it away.
"Little guy, where are you from? Are you child labor hired by Stark Industries? Or were you just passing by and wanted to do something brave?"
The Vulture looked at Peter, who was hanging upside down. A dull voice came from behind the mask. The huge wings behind him buzzed, and their sharp edges were like sawteeth. They slowly approached Peter's head, as if the boy's head would disappear in the next second.
The men below saw this and cheered and whistled, their pupils flashing with a fire called excitement.
Being able to kill a person with superpowers was simply natural advertising for these weapons. Buyers would definitely rush to contact them.
"Kill him! Kill him!"
"Kill him! Kill him!"
They cheered and cruelly pulled the pistols from their waists, aiming them at Peter's head. They seemed to already see the bloody hole that would appear a few seconds later.
Peter was very tough, which was probably one of the few things about him worthy of praise. Even though a pistol was pressed against his head, and even though those sharp wings were about to cut his throat, Peter merely closed his eyes gently and said nothing, because...
Boom!
A golden laser suddenly struck the Vulture's flight gear. The weapon that had seemed indestructible to him suddenly burst into flames and released bursts of black smoke. The propulsion port was directly destroyed, like a toy car with its battery removed, and several booming sounds rang out.
Peter seized the opportunity to shoot a strand of webbing onto the Vulture's mask, forcibly twisted his body, and kicked him in the face, instantly pulling himself away.
"Fire!"
The Vulture was dragged down to the ground by the heavy suit, leaving him temporarily unable to get up. But he also knew that his smuggling and robbery had been exposed, and in his anger, he quickly ordered his men to deal with the spider boy.
Peter looked at the several gun barrels not far from him. The injury on his ankle made it impossible for him to counterattack quickly. Panic filled the boy's heart.
That was right. No matter how powerful he was, his mind was only that of a fifteen-year-old boy. Bravery and kindness were all he had. If he were forced to keep growing too quickly, it would only have the opposite effect.
Ping, ping, ping!
Peter covered his head and curled up, his mind already racing.
"Wait... am I not dead yet?"
Peter opened his eyes in fear, afraid that he would see the black muzzle of a gun the moment he did.
It was late at night, and there was no light at all in this place, but relying on his enhanced eyesight, the boy could clearly see the figure blocking him.
"Mr. Renzo..."
"No wonder Stark left you to Happy. If it were me, I wouldn't want to take care of such a disobedient child either."
Renzo's vibranium body stood firmly in front of Peter, and the bullets pouring down struck him like rubber pellets. The bullets dented when they hit his hard body and fell to the ground.
"The Avengers?!"
The group of men finally saw clearly what was blocking their line of sight. An Avenger, a living Avenger, was standing in front of them.
The men immediately fell into panic and did not know what to do.
Renzo looked at this bunch of unorganized and undisciplined gangsters, not taking them seriously at all, and slowly approached them.
"Try this!"
The liveliest man suddenly raised the advanced weapon in his hand, aimed it at Renzo's body, and pulled the trigger.
Renzo felt a flash of purple light before his eyes. His body sank, and he had the urge to kneel to the ground.
"It changed the gravity of the object, right?" Renzo frowned slightly, which looked like a sign of success in the men's eyes.
Several people raised their advanced weapons, aimed them at Renzo, and pulled the triggers. Instantly, an even stronger gravitational force was superimposed on his body. Even his knees involuntarily bent slightly backward, as if trying to force him to the ground.
"Avenger? Nothing more than that!"
The man laughed wildly, and the weapon in his hand gradually increased its output. It was clear he wanted to kill Renzo too.
But in the next second, he could no longer laugh.
Szzzt!
"Ah!"
The golden laser flashed across several people, and tragic wails sounded, startling the sleeping birds into flying away in all directions.
"Be careful next time."
Renzo easily resisted the attack of the gravity device. The Mind Stone flashed several more times, and then several more wails rang out, followed by the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.
"Oh my God!"
Peter watched in horror as the gangsters' hands all fell off at the wrists, landing on the ground while dripping with blood. Blood was still spraying from the severed areas, black and red, and the fishy smell immediately wrapped around the tip of the boy's nose. The cruel scene constantly stimulated his senses.
"Are you scared?"
Renzo asked softly. This should be Peter's first time seeing blood.
"No... ugh!"
Peter was about to say he was not afraid, but his physiological reaction could not deceive anyone. A mouthful of stomach acid suddenly surged up. Peter quickly pulled off his mask, leaned against the container, and vomited.
Renzo did not bother caring about these guys' injuries. He had only cut off their wrists. They would still have one hand they could use in the future. Besides, whether they died or not had nothing to do with him. It would be best if all criminals like this died.
Renzo picked up a weapon that had fallen at his feet, scanned its structure with his eyes, and found that its principle was not complicated. The key was the Chitauri technology core.
After understanding its structure, Renzo threw it aside in boredom and kicked the Vulture, who was pinned down by his own huge wings.
"Adrian Toomes, you are under arrest."
The Vulture's mask was removed, revealing his seemingly kind face, bald hairstyle, and dark, hateful eyes, as if he wanted to eat Renzo alive.
Renzo raised his eyebrows. To be honest, he really wanted to recruit him into his team, but he was too weak. He could probably tease an underage child like Peter, but even Scott could get rid of him easily.
"I think the FBI will be here soon."
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