The central monitoring room inside the towering Nick Building was usually calm, filled with the low hum of machines and the tapping of keyboards. But now, chaos ruled. Technicians rushed between stations, alarms blared, and streams of red warnings flashed across the monitors.
At the very back of the room floated a green-clad figure, suspended in mid-air. Four mechanical arms rose from his back, each one twitching impatiently like predatory metal snakes.
"Seal off the intruders on the first floor," he rasped. "Do NOT leave them any opening. I want them to understand the power of MY security system!"
"Yes, Doctor Octopus!" the technicians replied in unison.
It was indeed Doctor Otto Octavius, one of Spider-Man's most dangerous future enemies. Once a brilliant scientist working for the Osborn Group, Otto had lost everything after a catastrophic accident. Cast out and disgraced, he was eventually hired by Wilson Fisk—better known as Kingpin—and became the chief technical director of the Nick Building. In return, Fisk funded Otto's ongoing experiments.
But right as Otto issued his commands, the main screen flickered.
A red exclamation mark appeared.
Then another.
And another.
In seconds, the entire security grid lit up with alerts.
"What—what is this?!" Otto's voice trembled.
He lurched forward with his mechanical arms, shoving an operator aside. His fingers flew across the keyboard, entering command after command.
Nothing responded.
Not a single system obeyed him.
"The security system… has been completely taken?" he whispered in disbelief. "Impossible. I BUILT this!"
But before he could attempt another override, the screens suddenly shifted.
A face appeared on every display—cold, sharp, and merciless.
A man calling himself Death Thunder.
"Attention," the figure declared, his voice echoing through the room. "Death Thunder has seized control of your entire system. Now… prepare to be judged."
The technicians froze. Doctor Octopus felt his chest tighten. He could do nothing.
—
On the top floor, Kingpin and a circle of gang leaders had been holding a meeting. But as the hacked video appeared on the screen, the room exploded into panic.
Fisk's expression turned stone-cold.
His impenetrable fortress—the place he had personally fortified with weapons, traps, sealed passages, and fail-safe systems—had been breached from the inside.
Otto had failed him.
Rage burned in Kingpin's eyes, but he forced himself to breathe. Anger wouldn't solve anything.
The top floor still had an advantage. Unlike the rest of the building, it did not rely on electronic systems. No matter how deeply the attackers had hacked the structure, they couldn't control this floor.
Kingpin still had hundreds of armed men, multiple powerful gang bosses at his side, and several elite fighters—including Madam Gao's silent ninjas.
They could still win.
"Stay calm," Fisk commanded, his deep voice cutting through the panic.
Instant silence fell. The Underworld Emperor of New York had spoken.
—
Meanwhile below, Dax and the armored figure known as Extinction stepped into the elevator. Dax pressed the button for the top floor.
The doors shut with a metallic click.
The elevator shot upward.
As it ascended, every floor ignited with violent counter-fire—flamethrowers, machine guns, laser traps—but Extinction merely raised a hand.
Every security system on every floor was immediately shut down.
Gangsters caught in the automated fire were shredded, burned, or vaporized by their own defenses. The two intruders rode upward untouched.
Seconds later—
Ding.
The doors opened.
And the top floor erupted with shouting.
Hundreds of gangsters surrounded the elevator, guns raised. Madam Gao's ninjas crouched in silence, ready to strike. Kingpin towered at the back, cigar clenched between his teeth, watching Dax with smoldering fury.
"ATTACK!" Fisk roared.
The mob surged forward like a tidal wave.
"It seems," Dax said calmly, smiling at the chaos, "that they've prepared quite a welcome party."
Extinction stepped forward without a word.
The mission lay ahead.
No distractions.
He lifted his hand—revealing a silver-gray belt with mechanical fittings. It locked onto his waist automatically.
Kingpin's face fell.
He recognized that tech.
It looked almost identical to the dangerous experimental devices he had once seen stored inside a stolen memory card.
But Extinction did not hesitate. A purple Upgrade Key—linked to the powerful Satellite Ark—appeared in his hand.
"POISON," the system announced in a cold synthetic voice.
"Transform," he said.
He inserted the key.
A massive electronic scorpion projected outward, landing at his feet with a metallic screech. The gangsters froze in horror.
The scorpion lunged—impaling Extinction with sharp mechanical thorns, then flipping over and clamping onto his back. It shattered into fragments that became armor.
A surge of purple-black power enveloped him.
"BreakDown!"
In a flash, Kamen Rider Destroyer appeared—purple armor, scorpion motifs, and a chilling mechanical aura.
"Beautiful," Dax said, giving an impressed whistle.
Destroyer tilted his head.
"Now… the slaughter begins."
He charged forward.
The first wave of gangsters met him head-on.
They died instantly.
Some exploded from a single strike; others were dismembered by the scorpion-themed blades. Blood mist filled the air. Bodies dropped like broken dolls.
Then—
BULLSEYE struck.
He leapt from the side, launching several spherical bombs—the powerful prototypes he'd bought from Osborn Industries.
"DIE!" Bullseye screamed.
The bombs landed around Destroyer.
BOOM!
The explosion annihilated several gangsters and filled the room with smoke.
"I did it!" Bullseye shouted, raising his hands triumphantly.
But then the smoke cleared.
Destroyer walked out unscathed—covered in a shimmering scorpion-shaped aura. He now held a mechanical briefcase.
"No…" Bullseye whispered, trembling.
Destroyer opened the case.
"Arrow Hang—Rise!"
The case transformed into a purple mechanical crossbow.
A long arrow of crackling purple energy formed instantly.
Destroyer fired.
The arrow streaked across the room like a falling comet.
Bullseye panicked, diving into the crowd.
The arrow changed direction mid-air.
It followed him.
The energy bolt struck the bullseye symbol on his forehead.
BOOM!
His head exploded.
Gangsters screamed.
Destroyer raised the bow again and aimed directly at Kingpin.
"Damn it!" Fisk shouted, stumbling backward.
He rushed toward one of his secret escape passages—
BOOM!
An explosion erupted beneath him. The floor cracked open, and Doctor Octopus burst upward with a cough.
"Go!" Otto yelled hoarsely. "If you die, my funding dies with you!"
Kingpin scrambled to his feet and fled without looking back.
Doctor Octopus planted himself in front of Destroyer, blocking his way.
"You're not getting him," he growled.
Destroyer tilted his head again.
"Oh, this will be fun," Dax said from behind.
"Because if we fail this mission," he added lightly, "the President will be very angry."
Octavius snarled and reached into his coat. He pulled out a second Forced Sublimator—identical to Destroyer's—and strapped it to his waist.
Silver plates snapped around his body.
He was going to transform.
And the battle of monsters…
was about to begin.
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