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This woman looked different from what Peter had expected.
Cool—very cool. She had a striking figure, standing at 1.78 meters, with a black leather jacket, black jeans, and a brown belt. Her left leg was torn off at the thigh, exposing the remnants of fishnet stockings on that side, while her upper body was clad in a short, white top that offered a glimpse of her chest, catching the eye.
On her exposed abdomen was a black circular tattoo, adding a touch of style. But the most captivating feature was her long, blood-red hair—a dark, cold beauty that exuded power, even violence.
She showed no fear of the hail of bullets fired at her. Raising her right hand, she conjured an energy shield from thin air, causing the bullets to strike it and ripple like raindrops on water. But it was what she did next that made Peter catch his breath.
With a cruel smile, she extended her other hand and clenched her fist.
Boom!
In an instant, the positions of the dozens of gang members holding weapons shifted. Suddenly, crushing gravity bore down like a mountain, and they were flattened without so much as a scream, reduced to bloody pulp. Scarlet blood mixed with the crushed flesh created a gruesome scene.
Peter almost lost it. Covering his mouth, he tried to suppress the wave of nausea that hit him. "Damn, that's brutal," he muttered, his skin crawling with goosebumps. This woman was terrifying; she was like a devil in human form.
Despite his hesitation, Peter knew he had to act. She had caused sheer panic, and with so many dead, he couldn't let her walk away. He would have to arrest her and let the law take its course.
But just as he was about to make his move, new figures appeared. On the now-empty street, illuminated by lights on either side, three shadows stretched long and ominous. Three figures strolled in at a leisurely pace.
One was a middle-aged man in a simple blue-and-white shirt, another was tall and muscular, clad in armor resembling a rhinoceros. Between them walked a bald, heavyset man in a suit, gripping a cane, a ring glinting on his hand, and his eyes fierce.
Peter could sense something on a rooftop in the distance, aimed at them. The hair on his arms stood up in warning. Whatever it was, it spelled danger.
Peter's initial urge to act halted immediately. He crawled along the wall like a spider, moving stealthily to another spot. He found a building closer to the scene, partially hidden by a large tree with thick branches, providing some cover.
"Mary, this is your only chance. Come back with me, or I'll break your bones one by one," the bald man's voice boomed with a deep menace, his accent adding to his dominance and ferocity.
Peter felt a surge of danger radiating from all three figures, not just the bald man. He watched silently, taking in the scene.
Despite the bald man's cruel threat, Mary showed no fear. Instead, she let out a maniacal laugh, making the already tense street feel even eerier.
"Break my bones?" she sneered. "That's practically fun for me. But you're not capable of doing it."
Mary brushed a hand through her scarlet hair, her eyes gleaming with madness. "I'm looking for the man who's truly worthy. A man I believe in. You? You're just a loser."
"Mary, no one wins every time," Kingpin replied, spreading his arms as if embracing the world, his cane held in his left hand. "But I don't always lose either. For the past three months, rumors of my failures have spread, and some have even dared to defy me." He smirked. "So, I cut off their heads and displayed them in front of Kingpin Tower. I am still the ruler of the underworld."
"Ha, congratulations, Mr. Fisk," Mary said with mock applause, only to shift her tone. "Unfortunately for you, the man I love is still a mountain you can't climb. He's a nightmare that haunts you every day."
She narrowed her eyes. "I'm warning you one last time: my leaving has nothing to do with you. Don't interfere with me finding him, or he might misunderstand."
"I'm truly sorry, my Mary," Kingpin said with a disappointed shake of his head. He seemed to realize that Bloody Mary was beyond reclaiming, leaving him with only one choice. "Kill her."
At that moment, a gunshot rang out from the distance.
Bang! An armor-piercing bullet tore through the night, aimed directly at Mary's head. The shot echoed, signaling the start of the battle, making Peter flinch. As Mary leaped to evade, the fight erupted in full force.
Mary seemed to have anticipated the shot, stepping back just in time. The bullet missed her, striking a nearby lamppost and tearing through it, then burrowing into the ground at an angle.
As the lamppost flickered, Mary activated energy in her right hand. But before she could retaliate, the silent Sandman standing beside Kingpin sprang into action, his body dissolving into yellow sand. In moments, a terrifying sandstorm swept toward Mary.
The storm engulfed the street, lifting cars, motorcycles, discarded leaflets, and trash bags, until everything was obscured by whirling yellow sand.
On the outer wall of the nearby apartment, Peter was caught in the aftermath. He quickly ducked his head to avoid the sand whipping over him. Even so, the impact of the sand stung, leaving him wincing as he clung to the wall.
The massive man, Rhino, let out a roar and began his charge. He lowered his head like an actual rhinoceros, barreling forward with terrifying momentum, ignoring the swirling sandstorm as he aimed to crush Mary.
Meanwhile, Kingpin shed his usual underworld emperor airs, unbuttoning his suit and tossing it aside as he joined the attack. The Sandman clouded Mary's vision, disrupting her focus while Rhino charged from one side and Kingpin approached head-on. From a dark corner in the distance, a sniper lay in wait, ready to fire at any moment.
Despite her recklessness, Mary knew she was in serious danger. Yet, even now, she had no regrets.