"Aiya, seems like your fists are pretty wild, huh? Tsk tsk, you guys even dared to punch handguns." Watching the scene before him with schadenfreude, Spider-Man didn't hold back with his words, but his hands were even faster. He swiftly knocked out the guys in front of him and then quickly disarmed them and hung them up on the ceiling.
"Alright, let's see what kind of loot these guys have." Seeing Spider-Man completely subdue the group, Tohka also walked over and opened the big crates that had been packed earlier. Instantly, a pile of white powder appeared in front of them.
"Jarvis, scan this stuff and tell me what it is."
Hearing Tohka's command, Jarvis reacted quickly. A faint light appeared from the armor's eyes, and soon various compositions showed up in front of Tohka.
However, she didn't really care about the details; she just wanted to confirm it: "Hmm, no mistake, this is what we came for. Also, I've already notified the police and reporters. They should be arriving any moment now."
"Wow, you're just like that blind guy. Anyway, wait a sec, I better go tidy up upstairs, otherwise if too many people die, we'll have a huge headache later." Spider-Man quickly jumped up through the hole Tohka had blasted open, and Tohka flew up after him.
"Alright, let's go." After tidying up the area, Spider-Kid said, "Leave the rest to the doctors. We're outta here."
"OK." Without wasting time, Tohka grabbed Spider-Man and flew up into the sky.
"Hey hey, can't you carry me some other way?!"
Very quickly, Spider-Man's voice came again, because he was once again being carried upside down by Tohka.
At that moment, somewhere no one noticed, a hidden camera captured everything. Tohka hadn't scanned the building properly, so she missed it. As for the obvious cameras, Spider-Man had taken care of those.
"Good, the Stark heiress and Spider-Man, huh? Just you wait, I'll make you pay."
In a room somewhere in New York, a fat man angrily crushed a glass cup in his hand. He stood up violently, pacing back and forth a few steps before decisively pulling out a file from his office.
"Hey, how's the guy I told you to find?" Picking up the phone, he ordered the person on the other side.
"But, Mr. Fisk, are you sure about this? Doing so would basically be slapping the government's face. You know we've always avoided direct conflict with them."
Hearing the words on the phone, the person seemed a little hesitant.
"Hmph, don't care anymore. That Stark brat and Spider-Man have ruined two important deals for me. Now even my subordinates are starting to run out of supplies."
Fisk slammed his desk furiously, leaving a deep dent. Realizing it was useless to vent like that, he composed himself and continued: "Go find that mutant I mentioned. I have a use for him."
"You sure? That guy's not even a level-three mutant. Anyone with a strong will can easily resist him." The person on the phone was skeptical.
"That's enough. For a guy locked up for twenty years, his mind must be on the verge of collapse. One little mental suggestion will be enough. Just bring him to me, and don't ask questions."
Fisk glanced at the file in his hand again. He had to admit, Hydra had completely wrecked S.H.I.E.L.D.—even this guy's mental state was clearly documented.
Whether it was a trick or not, he didn't care. All he needed was to get the guy out — even if he lost some men. As long as the chaos began, Tohka would have to come out to suppress it.
"I understand. I'll get it done right away."
Although he didn't know what Kingpin was planning, the assistant on the phone still agreed. But honestly, he didn't think using that guy to deal with Tohka would work.
Still, knowing his boss, he understood that if he failed, he'd suffer for sure. Besides, he knew way too much. Kingpin definitely wouldn't spare him if he failed. Anyway, once the guy was released, whether it worked or not had nothing to do with him.
"Hmph, the Stark heiress..."
After hanging up, Fisk played the surveillance footage again and again. Honestly, he had no choice but to resort to this. He couldn't risk using his company, because even if he won, it would be a pyrrhic victory. And losing? Even worse — his enemies would tear him apart.
Plus, the government would love to catch him—it would be a great PR win for them. They'd just need to find another figurehead afterwards.
So, even though he had received this surveillance data a few days ago, he hadn't made up his mind. But today's incident had thoroughly enraged him. Two major busts meant major supply gaps.
"Alright, today's side quest is over. We took out a drug gang, but as for their real backers, we probably won't get the chance to catch them. That guy's way too slippery."
Dumping Spider-Kid onto a rooftop back in New York, Tohka said, adjusting her armor as Spider-Man flailed around to fix his upside-down landing.
"Yeah, but won't there be trouble with Fisk?" Tohka asked, suddenly remembering something.
"Exactly, that guy. Daredevil and I have been trying to gather enough evidence against him for a while. But he's incredibly sneaky. We just can't get anything solid."
"Also, I think he's targeting me now. That chatterbox from before might've been someone he hired."
Hearing Tohka's question, the Spider-Man said angrily.