"One-third of the cleanup mission has been completed. The remaining two-thirds are in progress."
After eliminating Bullseye with a single strike, 2B Miss withdrew the katana embedded in his corpse. Her gaze then shifted to Scorpion.
As her eyes swept over him, Scorpion felt as if a beast from the abyss had locked onto him. A chill ran down his spine.
He had never encountered such a powerful, abnormal woman. She had just killed Bullseye in under ten seconds. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it—no matter what you said, even if you beat him to death.
After all, Bullseye was a top-tier assassin, the long-standing nemesis of Daredevil. Even Daredevil had never managed to kill him despite countless attempts.
Yet this woman had done it instantly. Just how strong was she?
He didn't dare to think further. Now, this incredibly fierce woman had locked her gaze on him, and he felt death creeping up behind him.
"You're the next cleanup target."
2B Miss muttered as she stared at Scorpion. The moment the words left her lips, she moved again.
Her speed was inhuman—like a beast in human form. In a blink, she was in front of Scorpion.
Though shaken by her terrifying prowess, Scorpion wasn't an amateur. He was Kingpin's right-hand man, seasoned in combat, and clad in a high-tech Scorpion battle suit forged from titanium alloy. It offered formidable defense and came equipped with deadly offensive capabilities.
With this suit, he could go toe-to-toe with Bullseye, maybe even surpass him.
Seeing 2B Miss charging, he didn't hesitate. He immediately launched his tail—fitted with a sharp, scythe-like blade—straight at her.
His tail was no joke. One swing could easily chop down a thick tree. He was confident. Even if the strike didn't kill her, it would at least force her back.
And with Prowler nearby, he figured the two of them could take her down easily.
But he never expected this—
The woman caught his deadly tail barehanded.
Yes, barehanded. With just one hand.
She didn't dodge. She didn't flinch. She simply extended her palm and caught the blade. The cold metal gleamed menacingly, but it didn't leave a scratch on her.
Scorpion was stunned. What kind of monster was this woman?
He tried to pull back his tail, but no matter how much force he exerted, it wouldn't budge. Her grip was unrelenting.
Before he could react further, she violently swung his tail and hurled him across the battlefield.
His heavy body crashed to the ground with a boom, but she didn't stop. Like a scene ripped straight from Thor slamming Loki, she lifted and slammed him left and right—seven or eight times in a row.
By the end, Scorpion was dazed, seeing stars. His combat ability? Gone. He could only lie there, helpless.
At that moment, a sudden burst of gunfire echoed out.
Prowler had opened fire, his submachine gun blazing.
"Damn it, you freak! Go to hell!" he shouted, his expression twisted in rage.
But 2B Miss's combat system had already predicted the attack. She moved swiftly, slicing through the air with her katana to deflect the bullets.
Still, a single sword couldn't block everything. A few bullets slipped through and struck her body.
Prowler grinned. He thought she'd go down.
But then—no blood.
Only sparks flew from the bullet wounds.
2B didn't even flinch. She tossed Scorpion aside and charged straight at Prowler.
He froze.
What was she?
She'd been shot, but she was still moving—unscathed.
He frantically reloaded, but it was already too late.
What Prowler didn't realize was this:
2B Miss's body was covered in synthetic skin, but underneath that was a titanium alloy skeleton. Thanks to Peter's expert craftsmanship, no internal wires were exposed. Every component was protected deep within the frame.
Unless the bullet could pierce titanium alloy, it was as useless as a mosquito bite.
Prowler's bullets had no chance.
As 2B Miss closed in, he panicked. Her speed was inhuman. She didn't block the bullets this time—she just dodged them with fluid, ghost-like movements, using the battlefield's terrain as cover.
Realizing he couldn't hit her, he made a split-second decision: run.
Just moments ago, he'd intended to take her down with Scorpion.
But now? He was certain—not even Kingpin could stop her.
She wasn't human. She was a cold, mechanical killer, focused solely on completing her mission, completely ignoring the danger to herself.
No sane person would charge into gunfire the way she did.
But she wasn't sane.
She was strong, relentless—a monster.
And he? He just wanted to live.
So, he turned and ran, using every ounce of energy in his body.
But 2B Miss didn't pursue immediately. Instead, she pointed a finger at Prowler and gave a cold command:
"Give him one."
That simple sentence was actually a command—to her anti-gravity drone hovering silently nearby.
At her signal, the drone accelerated like a missile, overtaking Prowler in an instant.
Before he could react, a bullet ripped through his calf, dropping him to the ground with a cry of pain.
Still determined, Prowler crawled behind cover and returned fire at the drone.
2B Miss smirked coldly. "One isn't enough? Let's turn him into a hornet's nest."
With that, the drone switched to full-auto mode.
Bullets rained down like a storm, obliterating the cover. In seconds, Prowler's body was riddled with holes—a bloody, tragic death.
"Two-thirds of the cleanup mission completed. Continuing with the final third."
2B turned her gaze back to Scorpion—only to find he had disappeared.
"Did he escape? This is the first mission the Creator gave me. I can't fail."
She muttered, brows furrowing slightly. Though she appeared angry, in truth, she felt nothing. She was a robot, after all.
Her expressions were auto-generated by her AI system, designed to simulate human emotion. In reality, 2B had no emotions.
She was simply a humanoid combat unit.
As she assessed her next move, a sudden boom echoed overhead.
Something—or someone—crashed to the ground in front of her.
It was Scorpion.
But his neck had been twisted grotesquely—clearly dead.
Before 2B could analyze further, a calm voice drifted from around the corner. A man in a goofy cartoon mask stepped forward casually.
It was none other than her Creator—Peter Parker.
"Remember," Peter said calmly, "when you strike, don't just be ruthless—be precise. Be resolute. Never leave the enemy a chance.
If I hadn't come today, your very first mission would've ended in failure."
Though 2B was a robot, she wasn't an ordinary one. Peter had embedded a learning and growth module into her AI core.
She could learn, adapt, evolve. Over time, she would not only become stronger but more human-like.
That's why Peter didn't treat her like a machine. To him, she was a disciple—his proud creation.
So, he took this opportunity to teach her.
"Creator, I understand. 2B will remember your words."
She nodded, recording his advice into her memory.
Peter nodded back with satisfaction. "Good. I believe in you."
He glanced at the scene of destruction, then said, "Now let's get out of here. I'll repair your body—and maybe design an energy shield to handle high-powered attacks."
He looked around at the crumbling house and sighed.
The fight had drawn attention. The police would be here soon.
It was time to go.
After upgrading 2B Miss, he would deal with the real problem—Kingpin.
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