Chapter 35: Spider Killer — Black Widow
"Calm down, Alister. You don't need to explain anything to me."
Dr. Spencer pushed his son's wheelchair forward, moving away from the monitoring screens. His voice echoed through the room as he continued speaking to Norman Osborn.
"Don't worry, Mr. Osborn. That was only a test run."
"A test?" Norman Osborn's eyes widened in disbelief.
Those drones were extremely expensive. Yet Spencer had used them merely for an experiment—and nearly all of them had been destroyed.
"The spider trackers already proved something important," Spencer explained.
"My targeting system can successfully locate Spider-Man."
He turned and looked directly at Osborn.
"And frankly, I never believed the weapons on those drones were powerful enough to actually kill him."
Norman Osborn paused.
Then he slowly calmed down.
Spencer was right.
After years of dealing with Spider-Man, Osborn knew exactly how difficult the hero was to kill.
Even if those weapons had hit him directly, causing serious damage would have been unlikely.
If Spider-Man were that easy to eliminate—
He would have died years ago.
"Then how do you plan to kill him?" Osborn asked bluntly.
"All the equipment here was funded by me."
"I can't keep pouring money into this forever, Dr. Spencer."
"Don't worry," Spencer replied.
"The real weapon has already been prepared."
As he spoke, he stopped in front of a massive steel wall.
He pressed a hidden mechanism.
The wall silently slid open.
Behind it was an enormous chamber.
At the center stood something terrifying.
A gigantic black-and-red mechanical spider.
Its design closely resembled a real spider.
Eight steel limbs.
Sharp metallic fangs.
A thick armored shell.
Every detail radiated deadly precision.
"Allow me to introduce it," Spencer said proudly.
"Mr. Osborn… this is my Spider Killer."
"Black Widow."
Norman Osborn stared in stunned silence.
The mechanical spider was far more intimidating than anything he had imagined.
Even without seeing it in action, he could already feel its destructive potential.
If anything could kill Spider-Man—
This machine could.
But for the Black Widow to succeed, it would require a carefully designed plan.
And planning was not Spencer's responsibility.
He only provided the weapon and the tracking technology.
He and his team were scientists—not assassins.
The execution would fall to someone else.
Norman Osborn couldn't make that decision alone.
After leaving the secret facility, he traveled quietly to another building in Manhattan.
That building was under constant surveillance by FBI agents and New York police officers.
Because the man who owned it was one of the most powerful figures in the city's underworld.
Wilson Fisk.
Better known as Kingpin.
"The Black Widow is ready, Mr. Fisk," Osborn said casually.
His tone suggested that he and Kingpin were already quite familiar with each other.
From within the shadows, Kingpin's deep voice responded.
"Has anyone discovered my involvement?"
"No," Osborn answered quickly.
"Not at all."
He stepped deeper into the room until the sunlight from outside faded.
Now he could clearly see the massive figure seated in the darkness.
Kingpin wore a white suit and held a cane decorated with a gold head.
His enormous frame radiated raw intimidation.
Kingpin nodded slowly.
"Good."
"That's exactly how things should be."
"Crime is my business."
"And my life."
"But everything changed when Spider-Man appeared."
His voice grew colder.
"If I can't even control New York City, how am I supposed to build a criminal empire across the world?"
Norman Osborn understood the frustration.
For years, Spider-Man had ruined multiple investment plans belonging to Oscorp.
Some of those ventures had already been walking the edge of legality.
But most of their failures came down to Spider-Man's interference.
Without him, those projects would have succeeded.
And Osborn would never have been forced into cooperation with Kingpin.
Compared to Osborn, however, Kingpin had suffered far greater losses.
Spider-Man had disrupted countless criminal operations over the years.
The financial damage alone reached billions of dollars annually.
Most of those setbacks occurred in New York.
Outside the city—across the East Coast, West Coast, Canada, Mexico, Brazil, and Cuba—Kingpin's empire still operated smoothly.
But because of Spider-Man's interference in New York, Kingpin had become a joke among international criminal organizations.
At global meetings between crime syndicates, rival leaders often mocked him.
And that humiliation had severely slowed his attempts to expand his empire.
"Don't worry, Mr. Fisk," Osborn said confidently.
"The Black Widow will destroy Spider-Man."
Kingpin nodded slowly.
His eyes shifted to the massive screens hanging in the center of the office.
Each one displayed footage of Spider-Man moving across New York.
"We must eliminate that nuisance," Kingpin said through clenched teeth.
Osborn smiled.
"This time, you won't have to worry about—"
"But you should worry, Osborn."
Kingpin interrupted.
His expression darkened.
"If you fail this time… your company and everything you own will become mine."
He leaned forward slightly.
"Debts must always be repaid."
"By tomorrow," Osborn said coldly, glaring at him, "I will settle everything."
He turned and began walking toward the door.
But halfway there, he stopped.
Then he slowly turned back.
"You know something interesting?" Osborn said quietly.
"No matter what happens…"
"If Spider-Man dies, you win."
"And if I fail…"
"You still win."
From the shadows, Kingpin leaned forward.
The smug expression on his face was impossible to hide.
"That," he said with a low laugh, "is what makes Kingpin so successful."
Osborn's face darkened.
"Maybe I should have listened to Justin Hammer."
"Maybe working with you was a mistake."
Kingpin snorted coldly.
"If you had listened to Hammer…"
"You might already be sharing his fate."
In truth, Kingpin had once tried to cooperate with Hammer Industries.
But the negotiations had failed.
Justin Hammer had just secured a major military contract at the time.
Banks were pouring loans into his company.
He had no urgent need for Kingpin's money.
So he rejected the terms.
Kingpin still regretted that missed opportunity.
If the deal had succeeded, Hammer Industries might already belong to him.
Now, the situation was different.
With the government and military watching Hammer Industries closely, Kingpin had no chance to interfere directly.
Otherwise, he risked provoking the White House itself.
And even Kingpin knew that was too dangerous.
"Damn Hammer," Kingpin muttered.
Still, another thought crossed his mind.
Long ago, he had placed an order with Hammer Industries for a steel combat suit.
Even though the order had been pushed to the bottom of the production queue, it technically still existed.
If Hammer Industries survived this crisis—
He could revisit that deal.
And if they didn't survive?
Then perhaps it was time to pay a visit to the Hammer family directly.
After all—
He was a crime lord.
Why would he bother pretending to run legitimate businesses?
End of Chapter 35
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