I'm Spider-Man in Marvel

Chapter 13 Finding the Target
Aiming at the guard's neck, he turned his hands over, and the white spider silk was hit like a rubber bullet, and the two fell to the ground instantly.

Peter immediately rushed over and punched everyone a few times to make sure they were really unconscious.

At the same time, in order to prevent them from yelling for help after waking up, strands of spider silk were swept out again to tie up their hands and feet. As for the mouths, of course, they had to wrap them seven or eight times.

Even if the guards were dealt with as quickly as possible, when the RV was caught up again, the passengers in the car had long since disappeared.

At first, I thought that the meeting place might be nearby, but unfortunately, I was at a loss. After turning around, I still didn't find anything.

But fortunately, there is no such thing as an unparalleled road. At this time, there was a loud sound from a distance. Peter embraced the mentality of treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor, and listened to the sound in the distance, and constantly adjusted the direction of progress. Came to an old factory building.

The first feeling of the factory building is that it has experienced the vicissitudes of life, and the crumbling bricks on the roof are the best proof.

Here, Peter didn't dare to throw the spider silk directly, so he could only use the hook in his palm to climb up the wall carefully and slowly, and found a good observation position on a high place.

The factory building was already brightly lit, and all the people sitting on the seats were wearing suits and ties. They looked like business elites. At first glance, no one would suspect that this place would be a den of drug dealers.

If Peter didn't know the details of each of them clearly, he really thought he had gone to the wrong place and broke into a business meeting.

Everyone present here has directly or indirectly had thousands of lives in their hands. From a legal perspective, they are even more sinful. They are a group of existences that should be pulled out and shot for 10 minutes.

Such a group of people are having a heated conversation around the table. You and I are extremely lively. No one is willing to bow down. They are all looking at each other with ill intentions. The whole factory is as noisy as a vegetable market.

In the dialogue of competing for interests, the anger in everyone's heart is constantly rising, and the scene is gradually getting out of control. Some people can't hold back anymore, and their weapons have been drawn out to prepare for a big fight here.

And the target of Peter's mission, the convener of tonight's meeting-the big drug lord Frank Amick was sitting aside drinking red wine and smoking a cigar, quietly watching this boring and ridiculous farce.

But when Frank Amick saw someone taking out a weapon, he knew it was time for him to stand up and stop it, otherwise this place would become a scene of a new round of fighting, which was extremely detrimental to the next plan.

He stretched his waist and put down the red wine and cigar in his hand, got up and took out the pistol from his arms and fired three shots in the air, issuing a warning as the protagonist.

"Bang, bang, bang."

After hearing the gunshots, the factory building became even more chaotic. The younger brothers standing behind the boss took out their weapons and aimed at each other, as if bows and arrows had been wound and were about to go off, waiting for an order from their boss to send each other to see God.

Looking at the chaotic scene, Frank Amick couldn't help rolling his eyes, and sarcastically said: "Shut up, you bastards, calm down for me, I invited you here, I didn't want you to stage a big shootout here of."

The violent drug dealer Garcia from Mexico couldn't bear such irony, and immediately turned back, shouting: "What are you pretending to be, I'm not scared, don't think that we are here today, you think you are the boss, really Shameless guy."

When Frank Amick heard it, he realized that if he didn't show some real skills, these idiots really thought they were dead, and they would never be quiet.

Frank Amick looked at the crowd indifferently, and waved to the side. Chris the Red Whirlwind stood up as if receiving a signal, and said excitedly: "Leave it to me, I promise you won't be disappointed, father .”

Turning around and waving his arms towards the factory building, red hurricanes appeared one after another under the control of his thoughts. Under this power beyond science, many drug dealers were directly blown into the air to experience a free fall.

Frank Amick looked at the fallen people and said viciously: "Can you calm down now? If you haven't calmed down yet, I don't mind sending him a free ride to see God."

Although some drug dealers are still dissatisfied in their hearts, seeing the stunned red whirlwind Chris beside him, of course they are good guys who don't suffer from immediate losses.

They are old and cunning, and they all know that young people of seventeen or eighteen do not have profit-oriented views in their minds. After some eye contact, the drug dealers quickly reached an agreement—isn't it just a shame, later Just let their family bleed more.

The Red Whirlwind Chris naturally didn't want to end it so quickly, and taunted loudly: "A group of cowards, Mexicans, weren't you loud just now? Don't be cowardly, just keep talking."

Garcia, who was named, got up and patted the dust on his body, raised his eyebrows and said in a strange tone: "It's just a misunderstanding, my good nephew, you don't need to be so angry, we have to calm down, everyone."

"It must be, nephew, calm down, don't be so impulsive, hahaha..." Although the drug dealers didn't want to be troublesome, they naturally wouldn't let go of this kind of pie that had been delivered to their mouths, and responded one after another.

Although the anger in Red Whirlwind Chris's heart continued to soar, he still retained some semblance of reason and knew that he could not spoil his father's plan. He stared at Garcia with a murderous face and made a death warning gesture.

Frank Amick patted his son on the shoulder as a sign of comfort, and continued: "During this time, that fat man Jin Bing has been aggressive, at least half of our market has been swallowed up, and he has been giving money to others. Let me ask you, are you willing?"

From Frank Amick's perspective, the looks of many drug dealers are different, and he can fully speculate that some of them must be playing dumb, and they have placed bets on two sides and are ready to take it all.

Frank Amick couldn't help feeling a headache. It was his misfortune to have this group of partners, all of them stupid as pigs, seeing only the meager benefits in front of them.

No one can help in such a crisis, but it's not the fault of others, it's all his own choice, those cunning partners have undoubtedly been cleaned up by him long ago net.

Frank Amick thought: These idiots can't be counted on. Fortunately, his backup plan was prepared in time, and it's time to make the right choice.

(End of this chapter)