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Just as everyone was feeling overwhelmed with guilt due to the appearance of the Spider Army, the ground of Hells Kitchen suddenly began to vibrate violently!
Rumble!
Amidst this intense shaking, a manhole cover in Hells Kitchen was mysteriously sent flying by an unknown force.
Billowing yellow sand erupted following it, forming a terrifying sandstorm that filled the sky.
Within this surging sandstorm, a behemoth composed entirely of sand and soil slowly took shape.
It was none other than "Sandman" William Baker!
At the same time, a sharp, scalp-numbing whistle echoed from high above. A figure stepping on a green flying skateboard descended from the sky like a ghost—it was the old friend of the Midtown High School students, the Green Goblin!
"Roar!"
On a distant skyscraper, the massive figure of Dr. Lizard let out a roar. Alongside Alexei, a burly man wearing a thick, rhino-like Radiation Battle Suit, he leapt from a height of a hundred meters and crashed heavily onto the ground, kicking up a ring of dust.
Shocker, The Prowler, Doctor Octopus...
One after another, supervillains who had once caused significant turmoil on the streets of New York surrounded them from all directions, as if by appointment.
The moment these supervillains appeared, viewers from other states in front of their televisions were still somewhat confused.
However, for the local New York audience, the hearts they had just let down were now hanging in their throats once again.
They had no idea that these villains had long ago been secretly recruited by Peter as members of the Shadow Fist.
They thought these villains had simply chosen this moment to make a collective comeback after being driven back by Peter.
It's over!
Every single one is a villain!
And these villains didn't show up earlier or later; they appeared exactly at this moment!
Could it be they want to play the fisherman and profit while the heroes are in a fierce battle with these Vampire monsters!
If that's the case, New York is completely finished!
Just as countless viewers were breaking into a cold sweat for The Arbiter and the others.
The Green Goblin, leading the group, made a move that caused everyone's eyes to nearly pop out of their heads.
He slowly lowered his flying skateboard and bowed slightly toward the direction of The Arbiter.
"Mr. Arbiter."
Harry's voice rang out clearly across the entire square through the amplifier on his Battle Suit.
"I admit, in the past, we really wanted you to die sooner. But now, after seeing everything you've done for this country and this city, I must say, you have successfully moved us!"
He paused, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding "companions" who were also former criminals, his voice carrying a hint of sarcasm:
"Compared to those useless people in Times Square, we are much more useful than them, wouldn't you say?"
Peter, wearing the Vibranium version of The Arbiter Battle Suit, met the gaze of the Green Goblin—Harry—through his mask.
Behind the seemingly stern mask, both of their expressions were hard to maintain.
'Harry, this kid really knows how to add drama for himself!'
Peter complained wildly in his heart while his peripheral vision unconsciously flickered toward the drone cameras broadcasting the event in the sky.
But it had to be said, those words were spoken beautifully.
Presumably, countless viewers in front of their TVs have already begun to frantically torment their former selves in their hearts, right?
Peter's guess was not wrong at all.
As soon as Harry finished speaking, the entire country fell into a dead silence.
If the previous gathering of heroes made the public feel guilty,
Then at this moment, the words spoken by this group of "scum" and "criminals" in their eyes were like a red-hot iron, searing deep into everyone's soul.
Even... even these wicked villains know to stand up and protect their home at this time...
Even they know who the true heroes are...
And what about us?
What were we, who call ourselves "good citizens," doing before?
We were parading, protesting, insulting, and forcing the true heroes to take off their masks, all just to pay a little less tax, all just to satisfy our pathetic curiosity.
Again... damn it, I really deserve to die!
...
On the other side, seeing the unprecedented grand assembly of superheroes and supervillains joining forces, even the members of the Inheritor Family couldn't help but be momentarily stunned.
They had traveled through countless Universes and destroyed countless Universes, but they had never seen a resistance of this scale organized in any single Universe.
"To actually achieve a unified front where all superheroes and all supervillains work together against us? I must say, the power you possess, 'the other', is indeed formidable."
Morlun looked at Peter opposite him, his eyes filled with undisguised admiration.
But in the next second, that admiration turned into complete contempt.
"But that's all it is."
"Perhaps even the God have secretly decided to make us the victors of this battle. In your Universe, there isn't even a single superhero who can truly make us feel fear."
As he said this, several uniquely styled figures flashed through Morlun's mind.
Some held silver war hammers, some wore strange red and blue tights, and some were entirely silver as if made completely of mercury...
Morlun had witnessed those powers in other Universes; the strength of those people was indeed terrifying, making them difficult even for Inheritors to handle.
Even they had to choose to avoid their sharp edges and let go of the spider totems of those Universes.
But unfortunately... those figures that made him feel so wary are nowhere to be found in this Universe.
Beside him, Deimos, the second son of the family, shouted with a face full of disdain:
"the other, oh the other, you don't think you can deal with us with just these pieces of trash, do you?"
His finger swept over the superheroes he recognized, and he spoke contemptuously:
"Iron Man Tony Stark, the you from Earth-3490 had his neck snapped by me."
"Captain America Steve Rogers, the you from Earth-8801 was beaten to death by me with your own shield."
"As for Spider-Man... heh, you are my favorite snacks."
His tone was filled with high-and-mighty arrogance.
It was as if this "grand assembly of heroes and villains" was nothing more than a ridiculous farce.
However.
The moment he finished speaking, Peter, standing opposite him, spoke up.
From under that black-gold skull mask came a light chuckle.
The laughter wasn't loud, but it somehow made Inheritors feel a trace of pressure:
"Are you finished?"
"If you're finished, then it's my turn."
As he spoke, Peter raised his right arm high. His firm voice transmitted through the armor, echoing in the ears of everyone present and every viewer across the United States:
"Avengers——"
He paused, his gaze sweeping over Tony, Captain America, Gwen, Harry, and all the heroes present who had appeared at his call.
This was the grand play he was using to completely take control of the United States, and it was also the final curtain call he had prepared for Inheritors:
"Assemble!"