In the Marvel universe, there were two people who talked so much that they could drive others crazy.
What was even more troublesome was that both of them wore red outfits.
However, Amakusa had not seen any news about Mutants in the media, so this world was a world without Mutants.
It could be considered one of the parallel Marvel universes that had no Mutants.
Therefore, if he encountered someone who chattered incessantly while wearing a tight-fitting red outfit at a time like this, Amakusa could be certain that there was only one person who would do such a thing: Spider-Man!
As the saying went: The poor show off their mutations, while the rich show off their equipment.
Among the rich, as far as Amakusa knew, Batman and Iron Man were the best examples of people who relied on equipment.
One came from the DC universe, while the other came from the Marvel universe.
Their superpower was being rich—extremely, unbelievably rich.
Of course, a high IQ was also essential, because otherwise, having money alone would not be enough to create all those advanced pieces of equipment.
Meanwhile, the most typical representative of the poor was Spider-Man.
This superhero who was still in high school could be said to be the poorest superhero of them all.
He even had to frequently go out and earn spending money through part-time jobs, such as delivering pizza.
The moment Amakusa heard that extremely talkative voice, he immediately understood who was inside.
Walking quickly into the alley, he saw the figure he had just thought of—the super-annoying Spider-Man wearing a red-and-blue costume!
Yes, super annoying!
Amakusa had to rummage through his own thoughts because he had been so focused on Iron Man that he had completely forgotten that New York City had this particular superhero.
The young man wearing the tight-fitting red-and-blue suit was standing horizontally against the wall while chatting with the person inside the alley.
The person inside the alley was, of course, a robber.
However, this robber now looked extremely panicked.
His left arm was wrapped around the neck of an elderly man, while his right hand pointed a revolver at the old man’s temple.
His right hand holding the gun was trembling violently, shaking in rhythm with his entire body!
It was obvious that he was an amateur robber.
And all of this was, of course, because of Spider-Man.
Amakusa could roughly imagine what had happened: this man had most likely intended to rob the old man, only to run into Stan Lee.
After cursing at Stan Lee until the old man left, Spider-Man appeared.
This sent him into a panic, forcing him to take the old man hostage in order to protect himself.
“Hey, buddy, you know what?
I was actually just about to deliver a pizza.
The time limit is thirty minutes, and I have to deliver it to a place eleven blocks from here.
Do you know how far that is?
But now I only have twenty minutes left!”
“Buddy, do you know that if I don’t deliver it on time, all my work this time will be for nothing?
Not only will it be for nothing, but my pay is going to get docked!”
“Shut your mouth!
That’s not my problem!”
The robber could no longer stand Spider-Man’s nonstop chatter, which sounded as though he were talking to himself, and screamed hysterically. You are reading on g.com, the official source.
However, the little Spider did not care at all and continued babbling, even adopting a tone as though he were the one being victimized.
“Buddy, I’m the one whose pay is at risk of being docked.
Are you really not going to give me even a little chance to complain?
Oh, buddy, you can’t do this.
You’re being really unfair to me.”
“Shut your mouth right now!
Or I’ll shoot this old man!”
The robber could no longer stand Spider-Man’s incessant chatter.
In a fit of rage, he pressed the gun hard against the old man’s temple.
The old man even groaned in pain from the pressure.
“Okay, okay, I won’t say anything anymore.
Just don’t shoot.
You have to be really careful.”
“That’s a gun, after all.
If you’re not careful, it could go off by itself.
I don’t want this old man to die stupidly because the gun went off.
That would be way too unfair to him.
You have to understand, he looks really pitiful right now.”
“Aaaah!!
Shut your mouth!!”
The robber’s state of mind was completely falling apart.
He had clearly just said he would stop talking, yet he went right back to rambling on and on!
This made him, who had already been panicking because of Spider-Man’s arrival, even more frantic, until his hand was trembling uncontrollably.
“Spider-Man, I think you’d better not say another word.
If you don’t want this man to accidentally shoot the other man to death out of anger caused by your words.”
Amakusa, who had been watching from the side and was beginning to feel somewhat annoyed, finally stepped forward.
He truly felt that this Spider-Man was incredibly irritating to listen to.
As for the concern Amakusa had voiced, under normal circumstances, it was indeed possible.
However, in front of Spider-Man, it seemed difficult for that to happen.
Spider-Man’s specialty was attacking his opponents with words, making them lose their temper and attack him.
At that moment, his incredible superhuman reflexes would allow him to act faster and incapacitate his opponent with webs before the attack could land.
Take this robber, for example.
When extremely angry, a robber usually would not hurt the hostage, but would instead shoot at the person provoking him.
The moment the muzzle of his gun moved away from the hostage’s head, this annoying guy would certainly act immediately.
But if that happened, Amakusa would waste the opportunity to complete his criminal task.
Therefore, he would not allow Spider-Man to do that.
The sudden appearance of a third party startled both Spider-Man and the robber.
It especially made the already-panicked robber even more frantic.
you’re…
a priest?”
Spider-Man examined Amakusa’s clothes for a moment and generally confirmed Amakusa’s identity.
After all, Amakusa was currently wearing unmistakable priestly attire—a black outfit paired with a red Shroud, along with a cross pendant hanging from his chest.
All he needed was to hold a Bible in his hand, and his appearance would be perfect.
Amakusa slowly nodded, acknowledging his identity.
“Spider-Man, leave the rest to me.
To ensure the safety of this old man’s life, please don’t say a single word right now.”
Spider-Man clearly still wanted to say something, but Amakusa raised his hand to signal him not to speak, then turned his gaze toward the robber.
Perhaps because of his status as a priest, the robber felt somewhat calmer.
After all, the majority of people in this country believed in God.
Religious figures such as priests possessed a natural warmth and appeal to ordinary people.
“There is a line in the Bible: Whoever uses the sword will perish by the sword.
Likewise, those who use guns will also perish by the sword.”
“Sir, you are using the gun in your hand to gain profit.
Sooner or later, you will surely die at the hands of someone else, or even beneath your own gun.”
“Therefore, I suggest that if you have a problem, you should put down the gun in your hand and talk things out calmly.”
“Don’t worry.
Spider-Man won’t do anything to you, because forgiving the mistakes of others is a virtue in itself.
Spider-Man understands this truth very well.”
Amakusa’s words left Spider-Man stunned for a moment, but he immediately went back to his rapid-fire chatter.
“Ah…
Pastor, I’m sorry, but I don’t understand what you meant just now.
Is that a line from the Bible?
But I’ve never read the Bible.”
The robber, who had just managed to calm down somewhat, became panicked again because of Spider-Man’s words.
“You were trying to trick me!!”
Black lines seemed to appear across Amakusa’s forehead as he stared at Spider-Man.
Spider-Man realized that he had said the wrong thing and immediately fell silent, not daring to utter another word.
There was no other way.
Relying on verbal persuasion to get this robber to put down his gun no longer seemed possible.
Amakusa had to take action himself.
He raised his right hand.
Under the confused gazes of the robber and Spider-Man, he slowly clenched his fist.
A black sphere appeared directly above the robber’s gun, then swallowed and erased the weapon on the spot!
Right Arm – Evil Eater!