Spider-Man 0X

Ch: 53 [Hellfire Club pt4- Seed of hatred]

"What?!" Kingpin thought the assailant would finally reveal their face and he would strangle them to death, but things didn't go as he thought. After a brief pause as the dust and smoke were about to settle, a couple of smoke, flash bang, and tear grenades went off. Throwing the entire room into a smoky chaos. The guards became disoriented from the impact and couldn't put on their gas masks in time resulting in them suffocating on the floor.

On the other hand, Kingpin staggered on his knees. The consecutive explosion of the flash-bang grenade was too much even for him. His ears were ringing and the tear gas didn't make it better. Suddenly, he heard the familiar zing sound of a laser weapon reloading followed by red laser bolts striking him all around his body. He jumped behind his reinforced desk and opened the drawer. His right shoulder was hit and a burning sensation filled it up. He took out a small remote and was about to press the button to activate his security robots, but before he could press the button, something yanked it out of his grasp. He couldn't see anything in that thick smoke.

The shooting stopped and so was the sound of his guards. At this point, Kingpin was sure that everyone in that room other than him was dead. He tore his pants and covered his nose with it. Then he stood up.

"ARGGGG!!!" A piercing pain seeped into Kingpin's back followed by a barrage of piercing attacks. It was as if someone was stabbing his back non-stop and with each stab, he could feel a burning sensation. It was so intense that he nearly blacked out for a moment, before jumping into the air and slamming on the floor with his back.

[Boooom!] The marble floor broke under the immense weight of Kingpin.

"Gaaahhh!" Before he could recover, someone stomped on his stomach so hard that he nearly shitted his pants, followed by a punch with enough power to break a couple of his ribs. "You slippery bastard!" Kingpin threw a punch in the air, only to meet with thin air. "Arggg! Ugh, FUCKK!!" More stabs landed on his shoulders as he stood up, followed by his legs, arms, neck... It was as if the one attacking him was intentionally avoiding his vital parts.

"When was the last time you felt such stabbing pain?" The attack finally stopped followed by the voice of his attacker.

[Siizzzz!] Another smoke grenade went off.

"Who are you?" Kingpin looked around but his vision was clouded with white and yellow smoke.

"The body that protected you even from bullets and stabs, finally failed you today. Peak human strength and willpower... Hahahaha... What a joke. Superior strength and agility that rivals even the best heroes out there. Don't you think it's pathetic, Kingpin?" This time the voice came out of a different direction than before, but the echoes inside this office and thick smoke made it almost impossible to pinpoint the location of the voice. "How's your body holding up?"

Kingpin tried to look to his right but for some reason, he couldn't move his neck. He tried to move, but he was frozen on the spot like a statue. He tried to speak but not even a word escaped his mouth. It was as if an icy claw had grabbed onto every cell of his body.

"You know, if I were to face you head-on in a fair fight, humm... You would have probably... Let's say 80% kicked my ass. Maybe I am wrong. But since when do we suddenly begin to fight fair? So many guards and robots and whatnot. You tire out your opponent and then prey on them, so I thought yeah, what a nice idea..." The assailant chuckled in a teasing and mocking way.

Kingpin grumbled in anger, but his body won't move.

"I thought why not give you a taste of your own weapons? And look at you... So helpless and weak," The voice came closer from his back. "'Why is this tear gas affecting me this much?' Is what you probably asking yourself, right? A man who can resist psychic attacks, but is unable to withstand simple tear gas and flash bang, weird isn't it? Well, keep asking yourself how and why..."

"Kugggg!" Although Kingpin can't move, he could feel his wounds throbbing and burning. He doesn't even remember the last time he felt real pain. He doesn't feel so strong right now. Fear! Is it fear? Or could it be a rush that has been missing from his life recently? The feeling of uncertainty and not being in control of the situation. The excitement.

Suddenly, Kingpin felt a warm sensation in his stomach followed by a wet feeling, a feeling he had experienced once, years ago... The feeling of getting his guts sliced open by a very sharp and cold blade. He tried to let out a scream of agony and pain but no sound came out, but before he could register another second or feel any more pain, his body got swept away in the air and then thrown hard against the wall, where it finally smashed the walls and broke through the rows of his antique collections before tumbling down.

"Disappear..." The voice spoke from within the smoke.

[Sizzzz!] Another smoke grenade sizzled in the air.

"But before that, I'll give you a name. The one who ordered this hit... You know why? Because a few minutes ago, I sent him the message of your death, and guess what? Fucker put a bounty on my head. Well, I got paid in advance so, I'll disappear, but you... You might be able to take him down. You are dead after all," The voice began to fade, "Norman Osborn... That fucker... Hahahaha! You owe me one, Kingpin, a big one... Well, if you manage to survive my toxin and get out of here before the Avengers arrive that is..."

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And soon after, a commotion filled the building once again. The place was filled with siren sounds, and loud voices of Shield Agents led by Black Widow, not to mention the helicopters covering the sky, cutting off any escape route of anyone present within the building.

"What the hell happened here?" One of the agents was shocked to see the slaughter inside the building. Blood, flesh, and guts were everywhere along with weapons. This place looked no different than a slaughterhouse. He bent on the floor and threw up before standing up, but again, nearly slipped on the blood on the floor.

"Watch your footing, rookie," Black Widow said as her eyes went toward the exploded turrets on the walls. "So, what do you think happened here, rookie?" She turned toward the new recruit.

"It's as if an army raided this place," The rookie said. His hands trembled a little as he was barely coping with what he just seen. He had seen blood and dead bodies, but this... This was a bit too much for him, "They went through each floor and killed everyone. Maybe they used those laser mini machine guns for this operation. They even got rid of the security turrets."

"Or, someone turned the security system against the security forces and watched them getting slaughtered. Look at the area around the turrets... The turrets exploded, but there were no signs of bullet holes around the ceiling. It's either they were very skilled marksmen who somehow managed to shoot down the turrets while getting shot at or someone overloaded them after their deaths to avoid getting hit," Black Widow walked further inside and made her way toward the top floor.

Meanwhile, the agents arrested the regular workers from the areas without turrets.

[Kingpin's room]

Black Widow took out her two handguns and entered the room, only to find a few more dead bodies. There was no sign of Kingpin. She checked the cracked walls and marble floor, then shifted her attention toward the shattered collection. She could visualize two people fighting against each other inside this room, but considering the cracked wall and floor, she could visualize Kingpin getting beaten up by this unknown second person.

"This was not an assassination, this was a raid on the building and a direct attack on the Kingpin's criminal empire, and he is still out there," Black Widow scanned the place and noticed an empty safe at one of the corners.

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[Underground tunnel]

Three loyal guards of Kingpin were carrying him through the small tunnel. A small car was waiting for them there. They put him carefully inside and drove off.

"NORMAN OSBORN!!" Kingpin yelled, his body was burning as hell and aching like a bitch. He was clinging on to his life like a cockroach. It was as if his rage was giving his body energy and he was resisting the venom of the toxin inside his body. The voice of his unknown enemy resounded in his head like an old scratched CD.

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AN: Spiderman entered the room through the vents and carefully dripped the toxin from his claws into Kingpin's whisky-filled glass and AC. The toxin drizzle spread all over the room. That's why he was this weak.

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