Robert covered his face with his arms and retreated. While thinking, he glanced at Matt from the corner of his eye and retreated in the direction of Matt.
Under close observation, Gunsou's body is indeed like a broken bag, oozing blood and flowing to the ground of the loess.
But what is surprising is that after Matt heard Robert's call, he was as silent as a piece of wood, like a dead corpse, without any reaction.
"Matt, you..." Robert frowned. He pushed Matt's shoulders with his hands, but he couldn't shake his figure at all.
Oops, it’s too late...
Robert's pupils shrank, and he saw that the stick man in Matt's arms had completely turned into a skin and bones, and the blood all over his body seemed to have become the nutrients for the Ghost Rider ritual.
Robert couldn't move Matt away. He couldn't even pry the crook of Matt's hand apart, and releasing the electric current would have no effect on Gunsou's body.
Robert gritted his teeth. He could only bend his knees and jump up, heading in the direction of Jin Bin.
Matt and Gunsou are now in an extremely weird state. With his current power, he cannot interrupt the ritual of summoning the Ghost Rider.
The current method is to quickly destroy the control center of the bomb and try to avoid the huge casualties caused by the Kingpin - there is no doubt that the Kingpin after being possessed by the evil spirit has the strength and motivation to kill everyone in Queens.<
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As for death, since Robert has already experienced it once, he does not have too much fear of death.
Just like a person who has nothing, he does not feel that it is a big regret not to be able to live in this world.
The moment he jumped towards Jin Bin's head, the knight's helmet on Jin Bin's head flickered faintly, and finally took shape.
Robert could only watch helplessly as Jin Bin raised his right arm, and a circle of small ripples like a black hole suddenly formed from his palm, and a huge attraction appeared shortly after, as if he was near the center of a whirlpool
The person who fell into the water was suddenly absorbed into it.
Kingpin grabbed Robert's neck, his cold teeth were like red hellfire, and his eyes were like two small red suns, shining brightly, overflowing with a penetrating red will-o'-the-wisp.
"The fire of hell will destroy your body and soul. Feel the pain."
Kingpin was like throwing bullets with his bare hands. In a blink of an eye, Robert was no longer in his hands. At the same time, a series of loud noises could not be heard from the bungalows in the distance.
"Bang bang bang..."
Accompanied by the roar of the broken wall in the distance, Kingpin glanced at the dumbfounded Matt, curled his lips and walked into Bungalow No. 65.
He didn't even bother to take action against a newcomer in Gotham who had lost his will on the battlefield.
In Gotham, there are only those old guys hiding in the dark who are rich enough and take things seriously.
However, they are nowhere to be seen now.
Kingpin's doubtful mood disappeared in a flash.
If the powerful people from Queens and even the Federation who came to stop him don't come, then don't blame him for using the blood of thousands of people in Queens to rely on him to control this power.
And if those strong men come, Jin Bing is confident enough to take over, and he also has backup plans...
Kingpin thought so as he stepped into the bomb control center with an even more sonorous step.
He had dealt with all the staff in the control center, and there was no light in the deserted corridor until Kingpin approached, and the raging hellfire dispelled the darkness in the corridor.
And equally bright are Jin Bin's eyes, the look in them.
Queens is about to be destroyed, and the underworld empire is being established. The dawn is just ahead...
"Queens is about to be destroyed, and the underworld empire is being established. The dawn is ahead!"
The vulture laughed shrilly: "Spider-Man, are you still going to resist?"
The situation over there has been determined. Robert was thrown away by Kingpin without knowing his life or death. Kingpin followed the plan and walked into the control center, about to activate the bomb to destroy Queens.
"If there weren't too many bombs, it wouldn't be so troublesome... or the technology could be optimized..." the vulture thought to himself.
But now these shortcomings are not a problem, they have a winning chance.
"Bullshit empire, inhumane birdmen..." Peter panted.
"What? Do you have anything else to say?" The vulture approached Peter.
"During this period, I allow you to say some different last words. The more tragic the words, the better... Haha."
Peter held on to the wall and asked coldly: "Do you remember the couple on the plane?"
At this moment, there were only Peter, Vulture, and Harry in the alley. Peter had no way out. At the last moment of his life, he wanted to find out what the murderer of his parents was thinking.
Do you feel guilty, even a little bit?
"What plane, what couple?" The vulture tilted its head and asked.
"That plane you and your motherland shot down one night? The couple inside?" Peter shouted.
The vulture tilted his head and thought hard, his eyes wandering, as if he was reminiscing about some history. He moved his eyes to Peter's face, suddenly smiled and said: "Sorry, I forgot."
"Don't put on such an expression. It sounds like this is happening. What's wrong? Are they your parents?"
"Ah la la, that's really embarrassing. I broke up your beautiful family. I'm sorry." The vulture looked ashamed.
Peter gritted his teeth and shouted: "Stop talking nonsense, Birdman!"
"You asked for this!" The vulture's eyes were cold and stern, and the birdman kept calling. He was not completely unaffected. Even the chirping of the birds on the tree would make him upset. At this time, he flapped his wings.
The shock was like a gust of wind blowing in front of Peter. His claws thrust forward, like the claws of two spears glowing with a cold light, which could undoubtedly disembowel him.
Just when the claws are about to fall...
"Hey, this is a bit bullying."
Ax's voice came from the rooftops.
Black clothes fluttered like flags, and his eyes were filled with irony.
"A dignified person with superpowers actually fought two against one, without any sense of shame."
The electro-optical man who arrived in time flashed with blue light and was already standing beside Peter. The moment he appeared, he grabbed the vulture's arm.
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"Let me give you something interesting, electricity!"
"Zizzizi..."
Vulture's brain was suddenly confused. He felt numb all over his body. If his physique hadn't been different from ordinary people's, he would have been electrocuted instantly.
He immediately retreated, but his feathers were dyed black, making him extremely embarrassed.
Black smoke poured out from the vulture's body, and he shouted: "Harry, let's take action together!"
But at the next moment, a dazzling laser shot out in front of his eyes, bringing with it a gurgling blood.
Right before the vulture's eyes and on his body, this astonishing change once again reversed the development of the situation.
The vulture was stunned. He turned his head in disbelief and said in a trembling voice: "Harry?"
Harry shrugged: "As you can see."
The vulture died, and his death was inexplicable. Until his death, he still couldn't figure out why this guy ignored the revenge of killing his father and actually joined forces with his enemy.
By the way, he thought of the alcoholic old ghost in his childhood and his biological mother who was hawking on the street, and gritted his teeth and concluded that Harry's father must be such a person, and there is absolutely nothing wrong!
The vulture fell in a pool of blood that looked like a small pool, with a look of ease and relief on his face.
Otto walked out from behind Harry, clapped his hands and said with a smile: "It saved me a lot of effort. Speaking of little Spider-Man, how do you feel now?"
"Hiss..." Peter held his waist and cried out in pain, "You should ask Harry about this, this guy didn't hold back at all..."
Harry took off the Green Goblin helmet, raised his bangs, and smiled: "No, I kept my hand. You should believe that if I didn't keep my hand, you might not be able to survive now."
"By the way, let's not talk about this for now. Where are Robert and the others?" Otto waved his four mechanical arms.
Harry frowned: "Come with me."
Otto saw Harry's expression and knew something was wrong. He told Ax: "You stay and take care of Peter first, and I'll go and have a look. If I don't come back..."
Otto paused: "Withdraw first."
"Of course..." Akers stood with his arms folded. He didn't complete the second half of the sentence until Otto walked away.
"Impossible."
On the side, Peter held his waist and shouted: "Well, stop slouching there, come over and help me."