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Although the blizzard falling from the sky covered the entire sky and blocked all vision, the white giant still vaguely remembered the location of the two people. He walked towards them with cold eyes, exuding bone-chilling murderous intent.

He placed his hands on his waist and pulled out a Colt 1860 revolver. His boots stepped into the gradually thickening layer of snow, with the toes sinking into the gravel. He took a few steps forward and vaguely saw the shadow of the young police officer between the white snow and the darkness.

"Flint Malco! Hand it over to me."

He walked towards the two men step by step. The sturdy man held a strange weapon in his left hand and raised the revolver with his right hand, aiming it at the two men.

Hearing the noise getting closer, the fat boss immediately panicked, and anger and fear aroused the power in his heart.

Of course the fat boss did not answer. He just raised his upper body suddenly and pushed the young police officer hard, pushing the young policeman who was caught off guard and was pressing on his abdomen and observing the movements behind him, flying to the side.

The fat boss' face turned red and he quickly turned over and crawled forward without hesitation in the dark, facing the wind, snow and sand.

The fine sand scratched the fat boss's skin sharply and quickly covered his entire body along with the wind and snow, making his buttocks tight and slightly cold.

It was cold along the way, very cold. Not only his body was cold, but also his heart was cold.

The view ahead was blurry, but the fat boss didn't dare to stop for a moment. He moved forward with difficulty with his big belly. The rolling sand made his whole body red, painful and itchy, but the fat boss had no time to scratch himself. He seized every minute and every second to get out of the strong man's sight.

After climbing a short distance, the fat boss was so tired that he was panting and steaming all over.

Hearing the noise behind him, the fat boss stiffened his neck, raised his head, stopped to rest temporarily, and looked back at the place where he had left.

There, the sound of a conversation between a burly man and a young police officer was heard, followed by a "bang" of a gunshot.

This made the fat boss's face look even uglier. He no longer had any hope in his heart. He quickly turned around, gritted his teeth, and exerted force with his arms, ignoring the pain from the friction on his body, and once again increased the speed of crawling forward.

hum-

There was a slight sound, and the heavy snow like swan feathers was swept away in an instant, and it seemed as if fine white dust was falling from the sky.

The fat boss's whole body tensed up, and he was covered with sand and snowflakes, and his naked body like a fat pig was immediately exposed to the air.

With a sneer on his face and holding the "earphones" that had been closed again, the sturdy man walked over with a gun in his hand, pointed his revolver at the fat boss's head, and sneered:

"Run! Keep running!

Tell me! Where did you hide it?"

The fat boss turned over with a terrified face. Not only because of the cold but also because of fear, her body was trembling and her fat was rolling.

He raised his hands, pointed his gun at the strong man, and said sobbingly:

"No! Baker, spare me, spare my life. The thing is not in my hand now, but I know where it is, please..."

Seeing the fat boss' face become as fat as a pig after being beaten, the squatting sneered.

There was no emotion in his cold eyes, only horrifying cruelty.

Raising his hand, the sturdy man hit the fat boss' face with the butt of his gun again. Not yet satisfied, he swung the revolver in his hand and pulled the trigger at the fat boss's good leg without hesitation.

thump—

"Ah——" Under the night sky, a pig-slaughtering scream was heard here.

thump—

The sneering sturdy man fired another shot, and one of the fat boss's legs was an inch or two shorter.

This time, the fat boss covered his little brother with his hands, and curled up into a ball. He opened his mouth and let out a silent howl. He didn't even have the strength to shout.

The fat boss's eyes bulged out and stared wide open, his mouth and nostrils expanded due to the force, his brows were tightened, and the skin on his face was locked together.

It was a pain that penetrated deep into his heart, causing the fat boss' breathing to stop. After a moment, he gritted his teeth and let out a short, painful groan from his throat.

A chill rushed up from his lower body like a poisonous snake, tearing at the fat boss's internal organs. His head exploded with a loud bang, making him begin to doubt his entire life.

This kind of desperate pain even made the ruthless strong man raise his eyebrows, and he also felt some phantom pain.

thump—

So, he fired another shot, and this shot directly shot the useless thing away.

Looking at the fat boss who was drooling, closing his eyes, looking pale and twitching all over, the sturdy man stepped on his chest and firmly pressed down all his resistance.

Maybe being in a coma is a good thing for the fat boss now.

He was like a fat fish that jumped onto the shore, struggling in vain.

The butt of a rifle hit the fat boss in the face. The sturdy man looked at the fat boss who had opened a pair of bloodshot eyes and stared at him straight in the face. Without hesitation, the sturdy man hit him again with the butt of the rifle.

The pain had made the fat boss's brain chaotic, his teeth were chattering, making a "kekeke~" sound.

The revolver in his hand was pointed at the fat boss's eyes. The strong man let out an evil and sinister laugh. He seemed to be enjoying the fat boss's pain and despair. He said in a cold voice:

"You still have a chance now. Tell me, where did you hide the meteorite?"

There was blood coming out of his mouth. The fat boss was in pain because he accidentally bit off a piece of his tongue. He opened and closed his mouth but was still unwilling to confess.

Because the fat boss knew that if he told anyone an address or a name, he would be dead.

This kind of pain also made his brain go blank. Looking at the sturdy man in front of him who put his ear close to him, the fat boss trembled and said:

"I have a daughter, save me~ Please save me, I don't want to die..."

The smile on the sturdy man's face faded a little, and then he hit the fat boss in the belly with his elbow and said:

"Hehe~ Don't worry, as long as you tell me, I will definitely let your 3-year-old daughter go."

With cold eyes, he watched the fat boss wriggling like a maggot and rolling on the spot in pain, and sneered:

"But do you, a son-of-a-bitch bastard, really care about your daughter?"

At the same time, Gwen, who heard the noise, swung over here.

The blizzard night did indeed create a huge obstacle to her superhero activities. In the white world, she could neither see the location of the building nor the world in front of her.

Gwen was forced into a corner and could only jog along the street like a patrolman.

Except for a few scoundrels who tried to break into shops and make purchases, this kind of weather is not suitable for most people to commit crimes.

Because even Gwen was briefly lost in the blizzard.

It was not until she heard gunshots coming from here that she followed the spider silk and came here.

Gwen originally wanted to land like a superhero and check what happened here, but she didn't expect that the inexplicable gravel on the ground made her foot sink deeply into it. She was caught off guard and fell upside down.

Gwen blushed and hurriedly stood up. After making sure that no one around saw her, she let out a breath quietly.

Her hands grasped the fine sand moistened by the snow under her feet, and countless question marks filled her mind.

Have I traveled through time? Or have I run into the desert?

Of course, Gwen quickly realized that this was the weapon that Hank had just asked her to investigate, the weapon from the Life Foundation that could crush objects directly into gravel.

Gwen was on high alert and walked quickly forward. After a few steps, she heard a heart-wrenching scream.

The pain sounded like it went deep into his bones, endless and so miserable that Gwen couldn't even imagine what the other person had gone through.

So, Gwen pushed forward and approached the crime scene, shouting:

"Stop! Let go of that fat guy!"

"Ghost Spider?" The sturdy man who was twisting the fat boss's neck in his hand was shocked when he saw Gwen, and immediately lifted the fat boss to block in front of himself.

The fat boss, who was tortured and dying, uttered a weak voice from his throat: "Save... me... please... save... me..."

Is this voice from the fat boss?

Gwen blinked and then frowned. Wasn't he taken away by the police?

Snowflakes continued to fall from the sky. The strong man who didn't want to confront the ghost spider warned:

"This is none of your business, Ghost Spider, get out of here immediately. This is a personal grudge between him and me."

"Sorry~" With her hands on her hips, Gwen's clear and pleasant voice rang out:

"Spider-Man and Ghost Spider's favorite thing to do is to meddle in other people's business. Even though the guy in your hand is annoying, I saw it and I will definitely take care of this matter!"

From a distance of more than ten meters, the sturdy man's gloomy voice sounded: "He killed my brother."

Hearing this, the confident expression on Gwen's face paused, and she narrowed her eyes slightly through the blizzard and the darkness.

In the blizzard, the world in front of me was blurry and I could only vaguely see the figures of two people in the dark.

But Gwen still basically guessed who the other person was. The other person was one of the two people standing behind the fat boss at the time. He was the other person who bound Gwen to the ground with spider silk and was shot dead by the fat boss.

This made Gwen feel a little uneasy.

Although she did not do it on purpose, it was true that the man's death was closely related to her.

After a moment of silence, Gwen took two steps forward and said:

"I'm sorry, the dead cannot be resurrected. I understand your anger, but your behavior is a crime.

We can let the law judge him, you shouldn't put your future life on the line for this."

Gwen said with a serious look:

"No one can escape the judgment of the law."

The sturdy man had a sinister look on his face. He threw the fat boss away, grabbed the revolver from his waist with his right hand, and without hesitation, pressed the start button of the "headphones" again with his left hand.

As the yellow light bloomed, the spider silk in Gwen's hand had already shot towards the sturdy man. The tip of the spider silk shuttled through the slowly falling crystal snowflakes and arrived in front of the sturdy man in the blink of an eye.

The next second, the milky white and crystal spider silk turned dim under the impact of microwaves and was quickly decomposed like sand.

A shock wave rebounded and advanced little by little along the spider silk in the air, turning the spider silk into a floating line of sand in the air.

Gwen shuddered, her pupils suddenly shrank, and she somersaulted to the side without hesitation, but the instantaneous microwave still swept across Gwen's left wrist.

After landing, Gwen watched her battle suit turn into gravel in the blink of an eye. Her white palms were half exposed, and the spider silk launcher on her wrist was damaged. This made Gwen couldn't help but widen her eyes, and then look in the direction of the burly man with a serious expression.

Although the blizzard blocked her vision, Gwen definitely didn't want to be swept by the microwave and run all the way home naked in the blizzard.

The heavy snow in the sky turned into broken sand, floating down.

The sturdy man's vision became clear again, and he didn't shoot. The desert weapon in his hand continued to sweep towards Gwen.

Gwen's scalp tingled, and she began to dodge quickly like an agile cheetah without any hesitation.

If you defend for too long, you will lose. Another microwave swept across her left calf as she leaped, causing her leg armor to instantly disintegrate, revealing her white calf.

The battle suit of the footsteps fell off, and the crystal soles of the feet rubbed on the cold concrete floor, its jade-like whiteness was tinged with a pink blush.

The coolness and roughness of the ground made Gwen frown. He jumped again and hid behind a pink jeep on the side of the road. Then he flew out the moment the car turned into sand.

Gwen raised his right hand and shot a spider silk towards the building in front. He pulled hard and flew up quickly. He opened his arms in the air and seemed to dissipate in the blizzard in the sky.

Gritting his teeth, the sturdy man raised the instrument in his hand and pointed it at the sky, turning the heavy snow falling all over the sky into white fine sand.