Watching the greasy, arrogant posture Electro struck as he spoke, William Baker's face filled with pure loathing. He could feel it in his gut—they were not the same.
He was a man with no other choice; this guy was an evil born purely to satisfy his own twisted desires.
"Get lost!" Sandman's voice rumbled low, a warning growl. "Stop bothering me."
Seeing the "stray dog" dare to reject him, Max's expression contorted. Arcs of electricity snapped and popped around him in rhythm with his agitation.
"You think you have a choice, idiot? The trailer park, six hundred meters left of the west gate of Little Island Park..."
BOOM!
Before he could finish, a massive fist made of packed sand slammed into his position. However, fully charged, Electro moved at blinding speeds, easily flickering away from the strike.
"If you dare touch them, I'll take your life!" Sandman let out a frenzied roar.
"You? You can't even keep up with Ghost-Spider, let alone me," Electro sneered, his face full of mockery. "Idiot, you have no choice. Help me, or I kill your daughter tonight."
William stared at Electro with bloodshot eyes. If he could, he would tear this man into a million pieces. But logic told him the truth: he couldn't catch a bolt of lightning.
For the sake of the girl in the hospital bed, Sandman's fists clenched and unclenched until, finally, he squeezed the words through his teeth.
"Fine. I'll do it."
Seeing a powerhouse like the Sandman forced to submit, Electro let out a triumphant, manic laugh. His mind was already drifting to the wonderful image of that spider-silk-swinging hero becoming his personal, permanent collection...
With the two villains allied, a massive web began to spread over New York City, targeting Ghost-Spider.
"Support requested on 7th Avenue! Repeat, support requested on 7th Avenue!" "It's Sandman! That freak is back! He's bigger than ever—damn it, we can't stop him!"
Listening to the urgent calls on the police scanner, Gwen's brow furrowed. She was feeling incredibly irritable. Can't I just have a moment of peace to miss Peter and chat with him?
Peter had been out of the country for nearly a week. This was the first time in eighteen years she had been without him for so long. The longing was overflowing, yet she didn't even have time for a proper phone call.
"This guy again," Gwen grumbled as she swung. "Why won't he just give it a rest?"
She couldn't afford to overthink it. To prevent her father's colleagues from getting hurt and to keep civilians safe, she shook the distraction from her head, suited up, and swung toward 7th Avenue.
When she arrived, she saw a seven-meter-tall sand giant. A massive fist pulverized the bank vault, sending green Franklins fluttering into the night air like leaves.
"Stop right there!" Gwen shouted. She fired a volley of specially developed "Web-bombs" she'd designed specifically for Sandman. The dense webbing pelted his arm, severing his reaching hand.
"You again!" Sandman roared, swiping at her like he was swatting a fly.
"Same old tricks~" Gwen tried to goad him, hoping to cloud his judgment. "Seriously, you really lack innovation. The same moves over and over... can't you show me something new?"
As she teased him, Sandman let out a different kind of roar. The sand scattered across the street began to surge toward his body like rivers flowing into the sea.
Gwen, who had just landed, was caught off guard as the rapidly converging sand snared her feet.
She fired a line of silk to pull herself away, but Sandman swung his arm. Mid-swing, he intentionally dissolved his sand-arm into loose grains.
Tons of yellow sand, carried by momentum, slammed into the silk line, snapping it before it could anchor to a lamppost.
Buried momentarily under the deluge, Gwen was caught off guard. As Sandman reformed, he snatched her out of the air, pinning her in his massive grip. "You're finished, little bug!"
He squeezed, trying to force her to stop interfering with his theft. But seeing herself on the verge of defeat only woke Gwen up.
She struggled, her spider-enhanced strength exploding outward. With a grunt of raw effort, she physically broke his grip, snapping his sandy fingers like dry twigs.
Feeling a bit embarrassed for calling him "unoriginal" right before being trapped, Gwen retaliated by webbing a heavy manhole cover. She swung it like a flail, smashing it into Sandman's chest and forcing the giant to stagger back.
Just as the duel was heating up...
Hummmm—
The glittering lights of the New York skyline suddenly died. Total darkness.
Gwen froze. She wasn't afraid of the dark, but a blackout of this scale usually meant one thing: another annoying guest was about to arrive.
Zzzzt—!
After inhaling the power of half of Manhattan, Electro let out a shuddering sigh of ecstasy. Looking at his translucent blue body crackling with raw energy, he wore an intoxicated expression. "Now... my little Spider... I'm coming for you!"
He transformed into a bolt of jagged blue lightning, streaking toward 7th Avenue at speeds far beyond human perception.
The Gulf of Maine.
Peter streaked across the water on his Glider, leaving a massive wake behind him. Though New York was still a distance away, his Byakugan and enhanced vision saw the lights of Manhattan vanish.
Electro is moving. Gwen is in trouble.
Forcing himself to stay calm, Peter analyzed the situation. Neither Sandman nor Electro was "strong" in a traditional sense, but they were incredibly slippery.
One couldn't be killed by physical trauma; the other was too fast to catch.
However, they shared a glaring, common weakness: Water.
If he could produce a massive amount of water, he could neutralize both simultaneously. Peter's mind raced through his system inventory...
Wait... I have an item in the shop exactly for this...
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