7 Chapter 7: Spider-Woman

At night in New York City, the huge gap between residents' wealth formed two extremes.

Just across a street, two completely different worlds were presented.

On one side was drunken gold and jade, like heaven. On the other side was painful struggle, like hell.

When countless civilians had already gone to sleep to have better energy for work tomorrow, the wealthy neighborhood just across the street still had lights shining everywhere, still bustling.

For those rich people, the wonderful nightlife had just begun.

Similarly, for some who wanted to get rich quick through illegal means, this place is also like a paradise.

After all, this was a "harmonious" country.

Almost every moment, crimes were happening.

At this time, in a secluded alley at the junction between the civilian area and the wealthy area, a group of "stylishly" dressed black guys had cornered a middle-aged woman against the wall.

"Ah, help, don't come over..."

Although she was very clear that at night in this seemingly harmonious city, it was best not to go out alone, her family member's critical illness and her infant child who still needed to be fed, just over ten months old, made her have no choice but to take the risk and go out at night to look for a higher-paying job.

However, although she had been fortunate enough to not encounter any mishaps before, the goddess of fortune would not always favor a person indefinitely.

Until today, she was surrounded by a group of gangsters.

"Don't come over, I have money. I'll give it all to you. Please let me leave, my child is still waiting for me to go back."

In a fluster, she hastily took out the spare change she had prepared beforehand from her pocket, hoping these guys would let her leave.

However, she underestimated the appetite of these gangsters. How could just a few tens of dollars satisfy so many of them?

A burly guy wearing a classic cowboy hat, who seemed to be the leader of these gangsters, slowly took the money from the woman's hands.

Unhurriedly stroked the money straight one by one, neatly iterated them together in accordance with the amount from largest to smallest, and then folded them in the middle, and then slowly put them into the back pocket of his jeans.

"Heh heh, lady, you don't think this little bit of money can send my brothers away, do you?"

As he spoke, he slowly pulled a silvery revolver from his waist, skillfully spinning it several times in his hand.

The next moment, the spinning revolver suddenly stopped, its muzzle pointing directly at the woman.

"Hand over all your bank cards and other valuables, otherwise my gun here is pretty fast."

"That's right, our boss is the most famous quick-draw on this street. If you're sensible, you should hurry up and hand over the money, lest we have to search it off your corpse."

Seeing their boss's elegant cowboy-like actions, the other underlings started clamoring, both bootlicking and threatening the woman.

"No, don't, my husband and child need this money. Please..."

With a gun pointed at herself, the woman was extremely terrified, screaming hoarsely for mercy, hoping to get compassion from these people.

However, the "cowboy" pointing the gun at her did not put down the gun. Instead, he slowly said, enunciating each word clearly: "Three..."

Squeak...

Unfortunately, he didn't get a chance to count the next number. A silvery spider silk suddenly shot out from the darkness, accurately hitting the wrist of his gun-holding hand.

"Who's there?"

The cowboy gang boss was shocked, completely losing his earlier elegance.

However, what answered him was a huge force that came along the spider silk stuck to his arm.

The immense power even lifted up his whole body. His burly body seemed to be weightless. Losing his grip, the revolver in his hand dropped to the ground.

The instant he was lifted up by the spider silk, a figure suddenly rushed out of the darkness.

A foot fiercely kicked him in the face.

The brawny man only felt like his face had been smashed head-on by a car.

His whole body instantly flew back. While in midair, several of his teeth mixed with blood sprayed out from his mouth.

Only when he smashed into the wall behind did he completely pass out.

"Boss!"

The other punks didn't even see what had just happened.

They only saw their boss suddenly fly up and then crash into the wall alive or dead.

Next they saw someone wearing a black and white skintight suit with a hood and web-like markings appear before them out of nowhere.

"No good, it's Spider-Woman."

A week ago, Spider-Woman's name had already resounded throughout New York City. All the big and small gangsters on the streets knew there was someone specifically making trouble for them.

At this moment, they instantly understood that the one who had suddenly appeared before them was the agent of justice that made New York City criminals feel terror—Spider-Woman!

"Everyone run!"

The next moment, the remaining petty gangsters fled in panic, scrambling to run out of the alley. Only one youngster seemed to have been scared witless, his legs going soft as he slumped into the corner.

"Haha, that saying was indeed right. You don't need to run faster than the predator, just faster than your companions."

A black boy ran the fastest, far ahead of his other companions, and was already running out of the alley.

"Great, I'll be safe once I'm out of the alley."

But before he could be happy, he realized that he could no longer move forward, and was only one step away from the alley.

That one step felt like an insurmountable chasm.

The next moment, a huge force assaulted him. His whole body flew back uncontrollably.

Immediately afterward, he was knocked away by a huge force, and his entire body directly hit the wall.

Pfft pfft pfft...

The next moment, several globs of spider silk completely stuck him to the wall in a rather embarrassing posture.

At the same time, his other companions also suffered the same fate.

Before they could manage to escape from the alley, they were caught one by one by spider silk and stuck on the walls in various weird postures,

Looking like some bizarre mural.

"Heh heh, all taken care of."

Having subdued almost all the criminals, Spider-Woman didn't feel the slightest difficulty.

"No, there's still one left."

But the next moment, her spider sense suddenly triggered. Her whole body almost subconsciously spun around instantly while shooting spider silk behind her.

"Huh? How's that possible!"

However, her spider silk, which almost never missed, did not hit its target this time.

Because the threat she had sensed in her spider sense had already been caught in someone's hand.

She saw a tall figure that had appeared out of nowhere in the dark alley.

At this moment, he was single-handedly holding the neck of that petty gangster who had collapsed in place earlier but picked up the revolver on the ground, intending to backstab her.

Despite using just one hand, he was effortlessly holding up a person weighing a few dozen kilograms.

"Mmff..."

With his windpipe gripped by an arm like steel, the gangster felt he was about to completely suffocate.

However, the mysterious man seemed to have completely forgotten he was holding a living person.

Instead, gazing at Spider-Woman not far away, he said slowly in a low, bass voice.

"Finally found you, Spider-Woman!"

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(End of Chapter)

To be continued...