Montana, however, stepped into the center of the room, like the star of this warehouse. "Boy, you only have two options: surrender or run. Thugs always get the job done."
"Sorry, cowboy, but it looks like this is the first time you'll have to return the money." I crack my trademark jokes, dodging a hail of bullets.
Okay, spider-head, you've nailed it. Now think. I'm in a huge warehouse, surrounded by countless mercenaries, and I've knocked out four so far. There are three "Generals"—those guys have experience and stamina. Brutes. I know exactly who they are, but the thing is, I remember them as "comic gangsters," not serious and, more importantly, dangerous mercenaries.
My thoughts were interrupted again by an explosion and my spider-sense tingling. Are those grenades?! Looks like the guys are serious about leaving me in this warehouse.
Grabbing a bunch of grenades in my web, I launch them at the wall behind a small group of mercenaries. They scatter and duck, pinning some to the floor while I engage others in combat. They may be mercenaries, but it's clear they're still green.
The only thing that makes them relatively safe for me is that I can crush each of their limbs to dust with my bare hands, and also dodge a point-blank shot. It would be much more difficult for a normal person. Idiot, do not get distracted during a fight. I knocked out the guy who managed to stab me in the shin.
The vein seems intact. I pull out the knife, making an elastic bandage out of webbing. Another squad of bandits immediately arrived at this point. No rest. I fire web bolts, covering some in the eyes, limiting visibility, others' entire faces. I knock out some of their weapons and engage in hand-to-hand combat.
After twenty minutes of fighting, for the first time since gaining my powers, I stopped holding back the force of my blows in combat with living opponents. Things moved faster. Every blow I struck meant an automatic fracture for any enemy. A straight punch to the shoulder—a fracture. A kick to the knee—a very nasty fracture. And so on, in a circle. But they still didn't end, and the tenacity of some of them was starting to become downright frightening. I was also becoming more vulnerable.
The first knife stab to the shin was followed by a punch to the face or a kick to the stomach. Fatigue was showing, but the adrenaline was still pumping. I'd already taken out forty men, when will they run out?! Suddenly, a shock seemed to run through me.
"AAAHH…."
My reflexes are on point. Spider-Sense. I barely manage to change my trajectory to avoid running into Dan. Unfortunately, Bull is already waiting elsewhere. I arch my body at an impossible angle and kick the big guy in the jaw. As I land, I feel a terrible pain in my ankle. Damn, I twisted it.
The big guys are organized and understand each other without words, fast and experienced, and their minions never run out, no matter what Montana says. "Spider, look at you, you're covered in bruises.Your clothes are torn, and you look like you're about to fall over. While we haven't even broken a sweat."
"Then let's fix that." I quickly move toward the hat and try to land a punch to the jaw, completely uninhibited. Only at the end does the thought occur to me that a normal person wouldn't survive such a blow to the head.
Nevertheless, Montana managed to catch me, and I hit the whip, breaking it.
"Too bad, it was a good toy. But as my dad used to say before he left the family, 'always have a backup plan, son,'" the cowboy pulled a regular lasso from his bag. It's easier now. Fancy Dan attacked from the right. The bastard is very agile, probably a former gymnast.
So it's even with him; it's not hard for me to dodge; he also prefers to dodge. Apparently, he really can only get me at all by attacking when I'm distracted. My dance with the Fancy guy was interrupted by Bull throwing a heavy crate.
Now I like this target. Huge and unwieldy. If this were a one-on-one fight, I'd take great pleasure in smashing the idiot's face in. But alas, I'm dealing with a close-knit group, accustomed to overwhelming numbers and individual skill.
The rope whistled past again. How quickly the situation has changed. This is no longer an interesting battle with superior enemy forces. I'm really starting to worry, and heroic valor turns into a survival instinct. I'm not going to die in this damn warehouse!
I grab Montana's lasso and pull it toward me with all my might. With a scream, the cowboy lands next to me. Without giving the bandit a chance to recover, I grab his arm and kick him in the crook of his elbow.
"AAAAAAAAA….."
Minus one. Having lost their comrade, Dan and Bull began to work more closely together. The gymnast's occasional attacks were interrupted by serious attempts to inflict damage from Bull. But I was fed up. If I couldn't handle this now, it was the end. I started with Dan. During his jumping attack, I fired a net, swaddling our Fancy fellow. I'll finish after I deal with Bull. I decided to take the tough guy out of the game the old-fashioned way—a total massacre of his body. Having stopped holding back for quite some time, I landed blow after blow.
Honestly, I'm shocked that a normal person could still be alive after these blows. Maybe he's a latent mutant, or was he bitten by the radioactive Bull? In the end, I look at what happened: Bull is knocked out, his body turned into a chop, there's no undamaged spot, but he seems to be breathing.
Not bad, although it's fucking weird. I look at the shreds of gloves. My hands are covered in blood. Okay, I can't get distracted. I turn to Fancy Dan, who's just started cutting the web with his knife. Where did he hide it?
"Let me help," I say, walking over and tearing the web's bonds. The thug immediately tries to lunge at me with the knife, but I grab his hand and twist it. The gangster groans in pain as the weapon falls to the ground. "You know, your choppers caused some trouble, so you'll be resting in the hospital." I grab both of his hands and squeeze them hard.
Dan starts screaming loudly. But I'm not done with him yet. Letting go of his hands, the criminal's body abruptly falls to the ground and tries to crawl away. I slowly approach and lift the gangster by the leg, with one hand. It's funny, he's a grown man, but he's half a head shorter than me.
He tries to kick me with his other leg, which must look pretty comical, but I catch it and twist his shin. Pulling back my fist, I hit him hard, shattering his knee. The screams of pain are beyond description. To complete this natural atrocity, I pull back his other leg, with the damaged shin, and bend it at ninety degrees. The opposite direction, a position in which the leg cannot bend. "Sorry, jumper, but you won't be jumping anytime soon."
"Shoot this sick son of a bitch!" Montana seems to have come to his senses.
Armed mercenaries suddenly appeared from all sides. Apparently they were waiting for the bosses to do all the work. Or waiting for me to run out of steam. Before the gunfire started, with the last of my strength, I charged toward the nearest group of opponents. I knocked one out, dislocating his jaw. I caught the second and third with a web, slamming their heads together. They might have a concussion. I broke the fourth's knee and immediately heard: "Fire! Damn it!"
There were too many of them, I couldn't dodge them, my ankle was injured, I didn't... Just before the explosions, my body started acting faster than my mind. Grabbing the nearest prone mercenary, I began to shield myself from the fire.
Moving along the radius with the crowd, I jumped behind a container, but at the last second, several bullets hit me. My left shin is burning; the shell passed diagonally there, and in my right shoulder, the bullet passed right through, possibly damaging an artery. But the only thing I can think about now is the riddled man who died entirely because of my choice.
The mercenaries are getting closer. "Go after him!" Montana yells at the top of his lungs. With all my remaining strength, I cling to the ceiling and pull myself toward the roof. The last thing I remember before I collapse is the camera, instinctively grasping it.
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