While the whole crowd was left speechless by Peter's shocking performance, Peter looked up at Vulture in the sky as if nothing had happened:
"Next, it's your turn!"
The moment his eyes met Peter's cold gaze, Vulture involuntarily shuddered, as if he saw the phantom of the Shinigami behind Peter.
*Gulp~*
Vulture reflexively swallowed hard!
Snapping out of it, he suddenly flapped his wings, releasing all the steel feathers stored within his iron wings in one go.
Immediately after... he turned and fled, as if he had made a firm decision!
To hell with the Sinister Six!
To hell with Kingpin's reward!
What's the point of having money if you're not alive to spend it!
What? You're asking if running away now will offend Kingpin?
So what if it does?
Offending Kingpin only means you might die.
But if he stayed here to fight this monster, he would definitely die!
Thinking this, Vulture flapped his wings even harder!
Escape, quickly!
Ideally, fly right out of New York in one go!
Away from Kingpin, away from The Punisher—from now on, the sky's the limit!
Vulture put all his effort into trying to find a slim chance of survival.
He flew and flew until he could no longer hear any movement behind him, only then letting out a long sigh of relief.
It should be sa— Huh? What's this?
Vulture's peripheral vision... no, wait, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed something black silently following him.
What the hell?
Vulture stole a glance, and then his soul nearly left his body in fright.
The thing that had been following him was none other than The Punisher's flying skateboard!
The moment this thought flashed through his mind, The Punisher's voice actually came from the flying skateboard:
"Surprise, motherfucker~!"
Holy crap~!
High-tech, unmanned driving, they call it!
As a self-proclaimed inventor, Vulture had never hated technological progress as much as he did at this moment.
Without realizing it, his bald head was covered in cold sweat.
But he still hadn't given up, constantly cheering himself up in his heart.
It's fine, it's just a flying skateboard equipped with a heavy machine gun.
Just watch me outmaneuver you!
With that thought, Vulture steeled himself and immediately began performing stunts in the air.
*Rat-tat-tat~!*
The heavy machine gun on the flying skateboard began frantically spitting tongues of fire.
Vulture dodged and weaved through the hail of bullets. Although parts like his arms and thighs were shot and bleeding profusely, and one leg was even blown off on the spot.
But he couldn't help but burst into wild laughter.
I did it, I did it!
So what if it's a heavy machine gun? It still can't hit my vitals!
Just as he was thinking this triumphantly in his heart...
*Pew~!*
A bolt of azure electromagnetic pulse shot out. This energy blast instantly pierced through the iron wings on his back, along with his entire chest.
Looking at the large hole in his chest, Vulture's eyes bulged.
At that moment, he heard The Punisher's relaxed and lazy voice coming from the flying skateboard again:
"Laser weapons, old geezer~"
Damn it~! I hate high-tech!
After this final lament surfaced in his mind, Vulture's vision went black, and he lost consciousness.
His body fell from the sky like a giant bird.
But before he could hit the ground and endanger pedestrians, the flying skateboard steadily caught the guy's corpse.
The iron wings on his back were good things that could be used for sacrifice; how could Peter just watch his prize fly away!
..."Done~!"
Through the conscious information sent back by the wheel of destiny, it was confirmed that Vulture was dead and his iron wings had been reclaimed by the wheel of destiny.
Peter glanced at Gwen, who was being surrounded by Bullseye and the other three, and finally asked out of concern:
"Miss Ghost-Spider, are you sure you don't need help?"
"No!" Gwen replied without a second thought.
"I said I'd take on four, so I'm taking on four!"
"Fine then!" Seeing that Gwen didn't want him interfering in her fight, Peter didn't push it.
"Then I'll go see how things are going on Tony's side!"
After saying that, Peter glided away using Moonwalk.
As for whether Gwen would suffer at the hands of Bullseye and the others...
The answer to that question was undoubtedly no.
After being trained by him for a full half-month, there was no reason Gwen wouldn't be able to handle these small fry.
Besides! Even if he wasn't on the scene, wasn't the wheel of destiny on its way back!
Stands possess a certain degree of independent consciousness!
If Gwen really fell into danger, the wheel of destiny would intervene to help her out!
...Boom boom boom!
In the high sky, the sounds of explosions continued incessantly.
At this moment, the battle between Iron Man and iron monger had reached a fever pitch!
And the situation was visibly developing in a direction unfavorable to Tony.
The performance of the mark iii was indeed superior to the iron monger.
However, because Tony, in his pursuit of ultimate style, didn't want too many heavy weapons to ruin the aesthetic of the suit...
As time passed, Tony found that his weapon reserves were clearly running low!
After his on-board weapons were depleted, he only had the palm repulsors and the chest unibeam left.
As for the iron monger... built by the arms dealer Obadiah as a War Machine, beauty was never considered in its design; it was all about packing in as much as possible.
The iron monger was packed with a massive amount of ammunition all over its body.
This allowed the iron monger to gradually show its advantage after weathering the initial round of bombardment.
While Tony was left with only repulsors and his unibeam, the iron monger could still fire weapons from all over its body, forcing the mark iii to rely on its speed to dodge frantically.
"How ironic, Tony!"
Seeing the situation turning in his favor again, Obadiah regained his confidence and began mocking Tony once more:
"You want the World to be free of weapons, yet you invented the greatest weapon of all!"
"And... you're about to die at the hands of the very weapon you developed, all because you hate weapons!"
Just as Obadiah was triumphantly reciting his victory speech, and Tony was hesitating whether to use the high-altitude icing to deal with the iron monger...
"Oh~ is that so?" A relaxed and lazy voice suddenly rang out:
"But I don't think so."
This sudden voice startled both Obadiah and Tony.
The two instinctively turned their heads, and then... they saw Peter strolling through the air.
"Sir, abnormal scenario detected. It appears a virus is attacking my core programming again!"
Jarvis began reporting errors again.
"Shut up!" Tony crossly interrupted Jarvis's report and canceled the self-diagnostic program on the spot.
It's too rude to question Big Daddy like this!
"Jarvis, from now on, there's no need to report any abnormal reactions related to 'The Punisher' Peter Parker."
"Then sir, what should we do now?" Jarvis asked blankly.
"Do you even need to ask?" A relaxed smile appeared on Tony's face.
"Just watch Big Daddy do his thing!"