Every city should have a police chief and a gang godfather, respectively representing the manifestation of light and darkness in the human world. One side presided over justice, and the other wielded evil. All stories of oppression and resistance basically started from these two points. This was a microcosm of human civilization.
Every city was the same, including the famous metropolis New York. After human civilization entered a new era, this ancient cycle continued. Of course, the gang godfathers were now much more civilized. They would not send gunmen to collect protection fees from house to house in broad daylight.
Only gangsters would do that. They were interested in more valuable but also more dangerous businesses.
Manhattan's West Village was known as the most artistic place in New York. Many poets, writers, and scientists were born here. Hundreds and thousands of times more drug addicts were also born here. Even those who looked glamorous on the outside might secretly be a member of this huge group.
The amount of Poison X consumed here every week was astonishing. It was so astonishing that even Kingpin, the mafia emperor who currently monopolized the Poison X business in New York, had to send someone here to trade. Moreover, it was very worthwhile to trade with these upper-class people who had secrets. They were generous, and sometimes there would even be unexpected surprises.
Therefore, Kingpin had always sent his most trusted person to do this. Moreover, a lot of terrible things had happened in New York recently. Kingpin, who had lost a large piece of territory, paid more attention to the hen that laid golden eggs in his hand.
The drug business sounded high-end and fashionable, but in fact, their form was no different from other wholesale retailers. It was just a cloak of darkness and force.
"This is next week's goods! The price won't be increased. Thank you for Kingpin's kindness. "
In the cargo hold of a medium-sized truck, five fully-armed gangsters were trading with their 'retailers'. The outside world was dark, and it seemed that it was more suitable to do this kind of illegal business in the dark. In short, 80% of the transactions were actually done in the dark.
However, during this period of time, whether it was the armed gangsters or the retailers waving the banknotes, they all had a look of fear and caution on their faces. They were like rats that had sneaked out of their holes to look for food, afraid that they would be pressed to the ground by a violent cat and be eaten clean.
"This is the money from last week!"
A middle-aged man who looked like a member of the upper class snapped his fingers. His entourage threw a black suitcase to the gang members opposite him. They opened the suitcase and saw that it was full of cash. They didn't even need to count the cash. The other party handed over an even bigger suitcase.
"Mr. Kingpin is very satisfied with your cooperation, Mr. Rudolph."
One of the gangsters, who was in charge of keeping accounts, said in a low voice, "Starting from next month, we'll give you twice the amount."
The middle-aged man sitting opposite him, who looked like he was attending a ball instead of a dirty deal, was not happy with the good news. On the contrary, he stroked his carefully combed mustache, thought for a moment, and shook his head.
"If it was in the past, I wouldn't mind at all. There's no shortage of such cute gadgets in the literature salon, but not now …"
"Why?"
The gang member who was keeping the accounts could not help but ask. The latter sized him up and pointed to the sky.
"Because that spider has been very manic recently. I don't want him to ruin my reputation. Actually, the others probably have the same idea."
Mr. Rudolph smiled and shook his head.
"Three days ago, Doctor Herman's clinic was torn down by the spider. The poor old man later recalled that the spider was like a madman. It chased after a little b * stard who tried to snatch a bag and tore down half the street. Yesterday, I saw with my own eyes that the madman carried a b * stard from a higher floor of my house and jumped down. That poor b * stard broke at least 20 bones."
After saying that, the middle-aged man who was dressed like a gentleman sighed with emotion.
"Oh my god, that was on the seventh floor. Although he also cracked down on crime before and even saved my niece from a damn pedophile, which was beneficial and welcomed by everyone, now I have to say that his recent actions are a little too much."
"So you're worried about a spider that you don't know when it will come and you're not willing to make twice or even four times the profit?"
The gangster cackled and used a clumsy method to tempt the middle-aged man in front of him.
"Think about it, Mr. Rudolph. When other people don't have enough goods, you're the only one who has enough goods. Where will those 'big shots' who look down on your small salon but can't resist the hunger in their hearts go to?"
"Fufu …"
The bastard took a puff of his cigarette and said contentedly, "I've always respected artists like you who have ink in their stomachs. But I know that even the most elegant addict will feel uncomfortable and want to commit suicide if he doesn't smoke for two days. Speaking of which, wasn't that your idea in the first place?"
His words moved the salon organizer in front of him. He was not short of money. What he lacked was a social status, but he was not willing to take risks. Every time he made a deal, he would do it himself. Even if he was caught, he would be the only one who would suffer, not the big shots behind him.
Because of this protective measure, Rudolph's small circle was shut down three times, but it was revived for the fourth time. It even had a tendency to expand gradually. Rudolph relied on his comprehensive "caution".
"Well, okay."
Mr. Rudolph nodded and snapped his fingers. The bodyguard he hired with a high salary handed over the money in his right hand. But at this moment, a muffled sound came from the top of the truck.
"Bang!"
Something fell on top of the truck.
This sound gave everyone a fright. The gentleman immediately hid under the table, but no one laughed at him. Everyone else took out the weapons in their hands and pointed them at the carriage above their heads. Their fingers were all on the trigger.
"Don't be impulsive! Don't rush! There are six of us, and he's alone! "
The gangster with a greasy hairstyle took out a pistol. He was a little flustered, but at least he was not at a loss. He shouted loudly.
"Everyone, form a circle! Back to back! I don't believe he dares to rush in like this! We'll … Ahhhh! "
Before he could finish his sentence, the window beside him was smashed by a punch. He had just raised his pistol when a sticky white spider web stuck to his sleeve. The next moment, an unshakable force came and dragged him out of the car.
Bullets flew out at this moment, riddling the carriage in front of them with holes. The smell of blood mixed in the smoke. Some impatient people shouted directly, "What's wrong?
"I shot him! He's bleeding! "
The gunshots slowed down. The most courageous person in the group stuck his head out to take a look, only to find that the one who had fallen outside the carriage was the one who had been dragged out just now. The lackey who was eloquent and could always win the boss's favor had died with his eyes wide open. This person let out a scream:
"No! Johnson is dead! We killed him! "
"Damn it! He's still … Watch out! "
"Ah!"
As soon as the warning sounded, a black shadow tore open the roof of the truck and jumped into the truck. The sound of bullets rang again. The bullet shells hit the ground. Blood and hot smoke made Rudolph, who was hiding under the table, cover his ears and scream in horror.
He was just an outdated artist. Why did he have to be tortured like this?
"Clang! Clang!
The sound of bodies hitting steel was so creepy. If you didn't see it with your own eyes, it would be hard to believe that a normal person would be beaten up like this. However, deadly bullets were useless in the face of even more deadly hunters. In less than 20 seconds, those guys with guns fell down in the carriage.
They fell on the drugs they used for profit. Blood splattered everywhere … Yes, no one survived.
"Bang!"
The table where Rudolph was hiding was smashed by a punch. Wood chips flew everywhere. The outdated artist screamed like an emasculated male singer. He waved his hands in horror and opened his eyes. What he saw was a figure in black leather armor with a scary scarlet spider on his chest.
"Spider … Spiderman!"
Rudolph screamed, "Don't … Don't kill me, please!"
Peter Parker looked down at the box at Rudolph's feet, the scattered money and the glittering crystals. He sniffed in disgust.
"You … You're guilty!"
"But I don't deserve to die!"
Rudolph was probably provoked by death. He screamed and retorted, "I'm just a drug dealer. Even the harshest law will only make me spend 10 years in a New York prison … I don't deserve to be executed like this! God, you're not a law enforcer. You're a killer spider! "
"Hmm?"
Parker was puzzled to meet someone who dared to refute him. He put his head close to Rudolph's neck and whispered in his ear.
"Aren't you afraid of me?"
The cruel and cold aura pulled Rudolph out of his heroic state. He begged for mercy loudly.
"No, no, no! I'm afraid of you. Don't kill me. I won't do it again! Look at the past. When you wore red clothes, you wouldn't kill anyone. Everyone liked you, didn't they? But after you changed into black clothes, everyone was afraid of you. You don't want them to be afraid of you, right? Don't kill me. Spare me. As the Red Spider of the past … I beg you. "
"Wait."
Parker suddenly shook his head as if to drive away some dark thoughts. He tilted his head and looked at Rudolph. "The past? Am I different from before? "
"Different! How can you be the same! "
Rudolph sensed the hope of survival. He shouted loudly, "You were a protector.
"In the past, you were like a protector. You would punish us a little. You would tell us what was wrong and what we shouldn't do. But look at you now. You are like a butcher. Look at you. You killed six people without blinking. Oh my God! Are you crazy? Or are you controlled by some kind of spirit? "
Parker's actions slowed down a little as he threw Rudolph to the ground. Panting heavily, Rudolph turned around and dashed out of the car. As he ran, he yelled, "Hey, I'm sorry.
"Help! Help! "
"You're the same as before, Parker. You're fighting evil. He lied to you and killed this sinful person! You want to protect the good people … punishing evil is doing good! "
A voice rang out in his mind, quickly causing Parker's doubtful gaze to turn cold once again.
"You're lying to me! You're guilty! You … deserve to die! "
"Pfft!"
The next moment, blood spurted out from Rudolph's shattered chest. Warm blood covered the whole car. Parker took a deep breath. The smell of blood seemed to make him very comfortable. He had an impulse. He stretched out his left hand and a ball of spider web stuck to the electric pole above his head. After killing seven people, he quickly ran into the night.
Five minutes later, he returned to his room. He quickly took off the Red Spider suit and rushed into his bedroom like a bull. A moment later, Gwen's delicate voice rang out.
"No! Parker, not today! No … Ah, I hate you! "
Amidst the blushing darkness, the black spider suit was tossed to the side of the window. The moonlight shone on the dark suit, giving it an even colder glow, making the suit seem even more special.
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