“What the hell are you blabbering about?” Peter spun on his heel and launched a kick.
He didn’t even need to look to know who it was—who else but Kraven the Hunter, whom he had knocked out moments ago?
This guy’s physical condition and willpower were indeed formidable; he had recovered in just this brief moment from the vertigo brought on by such intense pain.
Before overwhelming power, however, such traits were mere hollow talk, utterly useless.
*Shatter, smash—* Kraven was sent crashing into the adjacent glass container, shattering the glass completely upon impact.
“AAAHHH!” He let out a horror-stricken shriek.
The spiders inside the container swarmed onto his body like mad, completely covering him in no time and injecting their venom.
In mere moments, Kraven fell entirely still.
His face, his clothes—even the inside of his body—were likely crawling with venomous spiders, presenting an extraordinarily gruesome and horrifying sight.
“Hey, listen, Spider-Boy, I really think you should learn a thing or two about decisiveness from those black widow spiders,” Jonah called out from behind him.
“Even though I trash you in the papers all the time, you know that’s just my job.
Truth is, I actually admire you quite a bit.
But today, you’ve really been a bit of a disappointment!” “Mercy is reserved for good people.
Showing mercy to evil men is committing violence against the innocent!” Peter remained silent for a moment before turning to chase after the Green Goblin.
He was no fool; on the contrary, he was brilliant.
He understood the principle Jonah spoke of.
He was simply unable to accept it right away.
Emotionally speaking, he leaned more toward what Aunt May had said earlier.
Yet the rationality gained from merging with Spider-Man Noir told him that Jonah was right.
This was the true way to deal with evil men!
To keep good people from suffering further harm, evil men had to be given the punishment they deserved!
Certain thoughts gradually took root and germinated inside Peter’s mind.
One day, they would grow into a towering tree!
The factory had an underground tunnel.
Though he didn’t frequent it, Osborn considered himself thoroughly familiar with the place.
After all, his line of work involved doing “odd jobs” for various capitalists and even high-ranking government officials.
Such as the murder of Ben Parker.
Adolphus Krane, owner of the three sweatshops that went bankrupt after Uncle Ben helped organize street protests, hired the Green Goblin to get revenge on Ben.
At the same time, he bribed the NYPD Deputy Commissioner to ensure the police wouldn’t intervene, and shelled out another sum to bribe the Mayor of New York…
The web of connections was intricate and complex.
As a figure serving essentially as a front man, if something went wrong with the Green Goblin one day, or if a few of those figures decided to abandon him, what awaited him would be a swift, thunderous strike.
Foreseeing that such a day might come, the Goblin had prepared this escape route for himself in advance.
What he hadn’t anticipated was that this fallback option wouldn’t be used for that purpose, but rather to flee Spider-Man’s pursuit.
At that moment, Felicia—held tightly in the Goblin’s grip—launched a psychological attack on him with a cold sneer.
“It’s useless, Osborn.
It’s all over!” “Do you really think your buddies at City Hall will bail you out after this?” “No, they won’t!” “Every single person who ever had ties to you will make sure you shut your mouth forever before you can turn them in!” “You’re dead meat!” Felicia’s words were razor-sharp, stabbing like knives into the Goblin’s heart.
The Goblin’s expression turned intensely dark: “Shut up, Felicia!” He was straining his eyes through the faint light, searching for an exit.
As it turned out, even though he had memorized the path down here many times in the past, finding the route in his memory proved difficult in the total absence of a light source.
“Felicia, run!” *Swish!* A figure swooped down, grabbing the Goblin before he could react and slamming him hard onto the ground beside them.
“Surprised?” Peter sneered cold-bloodedly.
Yet the Goblin showed no sign of fear.
Instead, he taunted with a touch of mockery: “So, the cute little spider caught the big bad wolf and thinks he’s got the upper hand, does he?” “Well then…
before we end this farce, why don’t we see who’s really hiding beneath that mask first!” Saying that, the Goblin reached out, grabbing straight for Peter’s mask.
“No!” Peter hurriedly raised a hand to block.
Neither in this world nor his own did he want his identity beneath the mask exposed, as it could bring unimaginable consequences upon those he cared about.
*Slap!* In the panic, Peter’s hand struck the Goblin across the face.
*Tear!* The skin on the Goblin’s face gave off the sound of ripping cloth as it tore wide open.
Beneath the tattered skin lay a hideous face covered in sickly, greenish warts!
“What!” Peter was thoroughly shocked, unable to comprehend why the Goblin’s face looked like this.
At that exact moment, however, the Goblin made a swift, precise grab, yanking off Peter’s mask.
Staring at the face beneath Peter’s mask, he spat viciously: “So it’s Urich’s useless little errand boy?” “What’s the matter, kid?
Never seen a freak show before?” Peter remained in utter shock: “Green Goblin…
so this is what you really…” The Goblin’s eyes overflowed with deep malice and burning hatred: “My whole life…
other kids threw rocks at me since I was little.
I could only scratch out a living in freak shows, gawked at like some deformed monster just to earn a piece of stale black bread.” “But things are different now!
When they speak the name Osborn now, all I hear is respect—and terror!
And the very few who have seen this face…
they know that one of us has to die!
So, are you ready to die, little spider?” Completely unleashed, the Goblin seemed to possess boundless strength, actually beginning to exert force to break free from Peter’s physical restraint!
In his momentary daze, Peter was shoved back by him, nearly tumbling onto his rear.
*Buzz~* Right at that instant, his Spider-Sense flared.
Peter instinctively jerked his head to the side.
*BANG!* A bullet flew past his head.
The Goblin stared at him in utter shock, seemingly unable to believe Peter could dodge a bullet at such short range.
It was almost as if he had precognition!
The gunshot and the alarm from his Spider-Sense jolted Peter back to awareness.
He pounced forward once more, binding the Goblin tightly with webbing.
“Come on, kill me!” The Goblin thrashed a few times.
Unable to break free from the webbing, he realized his cause was lost.
Peter slowly raised his revolver.
In his mind, the corpses of Uncle Ben and Urich flashed past one after another, while the words of Aunt May and Jonah echoed in his ears.
“…I don’t want to live in a world where people slaughter each other like animals.” “Mercy is reserved for good people.
Showing mercy to evil men is committing violence against the innocent!” “What should I do?” Peter muttered under his breath, unsure whether he was asking his high-school self or Spider-Man Noir—the owner of the body he had merged with.
A thought slowly surfaced in his mind.
It seemed to be the answer coming from Spider-Man Noir.
Peter snapped his head up and lowered the revolver.
*BANG!
BANG!* Under the Goblin’s stunned gaze, Peter struck with lightning speed, shattering both of the Goblin’s arms and legs.
Then, he leaned down, looking straight into the Goblin’s eyes: “You’re going to face trial.
You’re going to answer to the public for everything you’ve done!” ‘And if they don’t execute you, I’ll finish the job myself!’ Peter added silently in his heart.