The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics

"I must say, you guys are a little late." Yang Le was surrounded by many fallen goons. "Don't worry, they're just knocked out."

"I can see that." Ultimate Peter's eyes twitched slightly; he seemed to notice some of the goons' limbs were bent in unnatural directions.

"The small fries are down. What should we do next?" Spider-Ham asked, munching on a turkey leg.

"Where did you get that turkey leg?" 616 Peter asked curiously.

"It was on the table over there," Spider-Ham pointed. "It would be a waste not to eat these things."

"We need to take the elevator next." Ultimate Peter waved for the others to follow and started running.

Without hesitation, the others followed Ultimate Peter, arriving at a large door shortly after.

"This is Kingpin's disguise. On the surface, it looks like any other door, but actually…" Ultimate Peter pulled open the door, revealing an elevator shaft.

"Usually, there would be guards here, but they've probably all been drawn away by Hobie."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Spider-Ham casually tossed the turkey bone down the elevator shaft.

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"Get ready!" Scorpion shouted to his men.

"The boss said that the spider is likely to bring his new friend to stir up trouble. Everyone, be alert!"

"Especially you!" Scorpion glared at Prowler.

"The boss is giving you a chance to redeem yourself. Don't you dare run away this time, or you'll regret it."

Prowler remained silent, watching the elevator, preparing for the incoming intruders.

Scorpion, seeing Prowler's silence, scoffed and turned his gaze back. Just because he's strong? If he takes care of the intruders first, the boss will definitely appreciate him more.

Scorpion held his breath, wanting to take care of the intruders before Prowler could.

Suddenly, a blurry shadow fell through the opening elevator car roof.

Scorpion, fully focused, had been waiting for this moment. He immediately shot out a dissolving liquid, which hit the object directly, creating a terrible sizzling sound and a foul odor.

"Hahaha!" Scorpion laughed wildly. "See? I really am invincible!"

"You're definitely invincible when it comes to garbage disposal," Prowler said nonchalantly.

"What do you mean?" Scorpion glared at him.

"Take a closer look at what you dissolved."

Prowler pointed to the mess. Scorpion followed his gaze and realized that the dissolving liquid had hit a bone.

"How do you know that wasn't something I dissolved until only a bone was left?" Scorpion retorted.

"Boom!"

A loud crash echoed as the elevator was smashed to pieces. The massive impact even knocked several people off their feet.

Scorpion steadied himself and looked up. A giant dinosaur-like creature was kneeling on the ruins of the elevator, one hand on the ground, with six strangely dressed Spider-Men clinging to it.

"Superhero landing!"

"Attack!" Scorpion reacted immediately, shooting dissolving liquid while organizing the attack.

Yang Le tore off a piece of scrap metal from the ground and threw it at Scorpion, neutralizing the dissolving liquid attack. One of the few weaknesses of the Divine Power Tyrant is that its scales are not resistant to corrosion. Bullets can be ignored, but Scorpion's dissolving liquid must be respected.

The goons quickly formed a line, launching an offensive. Bullets rained down like they were free.

Yang Le stood in front, his massive body protecting the Spider-Men behind him, ignoring the bullet storm and charging forward.

The goons' battle line was quickly shattered by this muscle tank. Anyone who was hit was injured; no one could withstand a single blow.

Yang Le's goal was clear: Scorpion, the only one who could harm him.

Scorpion also saw Yang Le's intention and tried to avoid him. After all, a five-meter-tall muscle monster charging at you is visually terrifying.

Unfortunately, the corridor was too narrow, and Scorpion had nowhere to hide. He could only continuously shoot dissolving liquid, trying to stop Yang Le's charge.

Yang Le didn't slow down. He grabbed whatever was nearby and threw it at the dissolving liquid: weapons, debris, even people.

The Divine Power Tyrant quickly reached Scorpion and swung his fist. Scorpion tried to block with his scorpion tail, but with the Divine Power Tyrant's normal punch having 2.56T of force, it was not enough.

Like an ant trying to stop a chariot, Yang Le punched Scorpion into the ground. The armor on Scorpion's body started smoking.

The Spider-Men were not idle either. While Yang Le was fighting Scorpion, they ganged up on Prowler.

The Spider-Men, except for Gwen, were overjoyed. They used to fight one against many; when had they ever ganged up on someone like this?

The same thought occurred to them.

"I can have this day too?"

In contrast, Prowler was in great pain. Two fists are no match for four hands, not to mention that each of these people could instantly kill him if they got serious. He quickly fell.

He was wrapped in spider webs, with only his head exposed.

"Don't struggle, Aaron Davis." Ultimate Peter stepped forward, stopping Prowler from trying to break free.

Hearing his name, Prowler paused for a moment, but only for a moment, before starting to struggle again.

"Miles has told us everything," Ultimate Peter continued to persuade.

"He doesn't want you to continue down the wrong path. He admires you. Do you want him to follow in your footsteps? It's not too late. You can still turn back."

"I shouldn't have told him," Aaron finally stopped struggling, as if resigned to his fate.

"I've never been a good role model."

"Isn't telling him proof that you care about him?" Ultimate Peter comforted.

"Maybe," Aaron sighed, his body slumped, as if his spirit had disappeared.

"How nostalgic," 616 Peter sighed.

"It's like watching myself from over a decade ago. Back then, I also tried to persuade my enemies to do good."

"Did you succeed?" Penny looked curiously at 616 Peter.

"Oh, who do you think I am, Failure Man?" 616 Peter puffed out his chest proudly.

"Of course, I failed. Later, I discovered that it's better to beat them up. If you win, they will listen to you."

"I agree with that," Spider-Noir chimed in.

"But you're still too young. Sometimes a gun is more useful than a fist."