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"You know guys, you really should get yourselves bedtime clocks." A chipper voice alerted a group of three thugs attempting to break into a closed store, causing them to whirl around and see a person perched on a street lamp, dressed in a red and blue suit with white lenses narrowed at them.
"It's Spider-Man!" One of the thugs shouted.
"Kill him!" Another shouted as they pointed their handguns at him and fired, but the Webswinger leaped off and fired several webs to the guns, stopping the thugs from firing them as the Amazing Spider-Man landed on his feet and started to dish out some haymakers.
"Seriously, couldn't you guys have waited until tomorrow instead of this time of night?" Spider-Man asked casually as he backflipped to avoid a punch and used his legs to kick the thug in the face and webbed him to the wall. "I mean, we're humans, we still gotta get some sleep. I sure do, I mean, I've got busy stuff to do and all that and-"
"FOR FUCK'S SAKE WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP?!" One of the thugs shouted as he tried swinging a punch but Spider-Man sidestepped it and knocked the thug out with a punch.
"Nope." Spider-Man quipped before he backflipped to avoid being tackled from behind, attached two weblines to the thug's back and spun around before sending him into the wall, knocking him out. "Maybe jail time will make you think about what you boys have done. Sweet dreams, guys!"
He fired a webline and swung off to resume his usual patrol of the city.
Behind the bug eyes mask, the one and only Spider-Man couldn't help but voice his thoughts as he swung between the giant skyscrapers of the teeming metropolis that was Manhattan. "After seven years you think these guys would know better." He supposed as he fired off lines with alternating arms. As a musician would change time signatures and add instrumental flourishes, the webslinger mixed up the rhythm of his swings, some were quick zips, others high flying slingshots that let him mix in a dive, roll, or flip before he went back to his routine. Even though that was his fourth halted crime of the night, he continued his thoughts out loud. "At least it's been nice and quiet as of late. No supervillains, no terrorist plots, even the Kingpin hasn't been up to much." mused the hero. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he sighed, "C'mon Peter, why'd you say that? With the ol' Parker Luck still alive and well, now something will definitely happen." he grumbled as Peter Parker, the Amazing Spider-Man, continued his late-night patrol.
"…Police have nothing new to report regarding the new vigilante called 'The Bladewolf' following the intervention of the individual during a police pursuit on Madison Avenue late last night. He is considered armed and dangerous, anyone with information is asked to contact police…"
J. Jonah Jameson muted the TV as it rolled through the same footage all the networks had been showing all day. Grainy black and white footage from a security camera that had caught of the latest masked terror to take to the streets.
A new vigilante had arrived. An image of said vigilante popped up on the TV, nothing that could reveal his identity. Jameson didn't know much about this guy but he could tell he was a menace to the city. I mean, he uses guns and kills people for crying out loud! Who is, the Punisher?
"WATSON!" He barked, believing the best way to show the people of New York that the Bladewolf was a menace was to prove it from the ground up.
"Yes Mr. Jameson?" said a confident female voice from the door of his office. The 22 year old Mary Jane Watson had proven herself a capable and tenacious investigative journalist in a few short months. Jameson even begrudgingly admitted to himself he saw a bit of himself in the fiery redhead's hard charging drive and determination. If there was anyone who could get to the bottom of this latest threat, it was her.
"I have a new assignment for you kid. I want you on this yesterday." Barked Jameson as he pointed to the TV. "Now, in addition to Spider-Man, there's a new menace on the loose, I need the truth and I need it NOW!"
Watson stood to her full height, squaring her shoulders. "Yes sir Mr. Jameson." she said, nodding. "I'll get right on it."
"Well you aren't going to get anything just standing there! NOW GET MOVING!"
"Man, the Bladewolf really didn't hesitate with these guys." A detective said to NYPD Captain Yuriko 'Yuri' Watanabe as they looked through CCTV footage of the area where the Bladewolf killed those car thieves. They watched at how he didn't hesitate to shoot the remaining thief in the head before leaving.
"Can't learn anything concrete from this footage except that he knows how to handle a gun and doesn't flinch when shooting people." Detective Johnson said as she reset the footage to try and find any clues that could help take this bastard down.
"What about his armour? Anything on that?" Yuri asked. "The make of it?"
"Nope." Johnson shook her head. "Do know the gun he used was a Desert Eagle mark VII, that help?"
Yuri gave her an unamused look before she sighed. "Great. So we got a armoured vigilante roaming the streets, being judge, jury and executioner. Are we sure this isn't the Punisher in armour?"
Johnson snorted. "Castle in armour like that? Not his style, plus I don't think he cares if people see his face or not."
Yuri sighed again. "Let me know if you find anything else" She said before walking away while pulling out her phone to dial a certain Wall-crawler. and let him know what they've learned so far, even if it was very little.
"God, I needed that." George said to himself as he came out of a shower, wearing just a pair of black cargo pants and military boots, having no shirt on which exposed his lean but muscular body as he tried his hair with a towel before he tossed it onto his bed as he walked over to a table that had a lot of guns on it.
George had recently gone shopping and called in some contacts to get some guns brought over. If he was going to fight crime, he'll need to be armed for it.
On the table were a wide amount of guns, big and small, such as a Beretta 92FS Inox, GLOCK 17, GLOCK 19, GLOCK 34, GLOCK 26 and Heckler & Koch P30L.
For Sub-Machine guns, he had a Coharie Arms MP-10 and a Heckler & Koch MP5K.
For shotguns, he picked his classic and most favourite, the Benelli M4, as well as the Model 1887,
For assault rifles, he had AK-47, M4 Carbine rifle, Beretta ARX160,
As for Sniper rifles, he had picked the AX-50
Aside from that, he had a selection of military combat knives that will be safely tucked into his boots when he's out and about, in and out of armour.
"God, I love this part." George said to himself as he sat down and got to work on loading his guns and getting then ready for use. he won't use them all in one night, only take what he feels is needed.
Mary Jane sat on the couch in her living room, scribbling down notes on her notebook with a pencil while on her laptop was the only footage of the new vigilante she had been tasked to track down. She had her phone out, which was pressed between her ear and shoulder. "I lost the trail at Broadway; he went north before turning east" relayed her boyfriend as she marked the map attached in her notebook. "From what I can tell, this guy knows how to disappear. I think I can find him if HE wants to be found."
"So we've got a guy who can disappear like Batman, huh?" MJ noted as she scribbled down what they knew of this vigilante. "Well, I don't think he's syperhuman or that suit makes him superhuman. He drove on a motorcycle and jumped onto the BMW to punch a hole in the roof."
"So basically, he's just an armoured guy who has no problem killing like the Punisher. Great." Peter said dryly on the other end, with the journalist able to hear the strain in his voice as he swung around the city. "It might not be much, but hopefully we can learn more soon and find a way to stop this guy. "See what else you can find out and pass it along. Captain Watanabe already asked for my help, so I'll be on this guy's case until he's in the RAFT. I can't let a cold-blooded murderer roam the streets."
MJ was barely listening or registering her boyfriend's words as she watched the footage of the Bladewolf jumping onto the BMW, punching a hole and throwing out the driver which caused the vehicle to swerve and crash into a street lamppost. Then she watched as he killed the last thug without hesitation...
'Okay, if I'm going to start fighting crime, I'm gonna have to start off small for a bit before working my way up.' George thought to himself as he stared at a police precinct building from the building across from it, using his mask's zoom-in features to get a lay of the building. He saw a helicopter sitting on a helipad and a large antenna near the door to the rooftop. 'Bingo.'
If he's going to combat crime, he's going to need to listen in on the police scanners and radio, as well as hack into the police system and learn stuff without being detected. Thankfully, he was smart with computers and viruses. If he's going to fight crime, he's gonna need to take a page or a couple out of Batman's book.
God, he loved those comics.
Best thing right now was that the rooftop was deserted. No one was there.
'Works well for me.' George thought as he took out a line launcher weapon and fired a single line straight to the building across from him, allowing him to zip-line over and land without causing too much noise. Though next time he'll use his grappling gun since there's always going to be something the line launcher can't shoot into.
Walking over to the tower, he went up to the main junction box and pried it open, looking around briefly to make sure he was alone before he took out a thumb drive and plugged it in, watching the lights go on as he uploaded the virus.
Once that was done, and he was secure in the police network system and undetected, he closed the panel and turned to see an Asian woman walk out onto the rooftop with a shield on her jacket. She paused for a moment before she looked up to see the glowing dark red eyes. She opened her mouth to say or shout something, but George turned and leaped over the railing, falling towards the ground until he shot his grappling hook and swung away,
He shot himself up and landed on a rooftop, far from the police precinct before his HUD started displaying various crimes going on right now. He got something good and went off in the direction of the suspicious activity.
A few minutes later, he was on top of a rooftop, looking at his target. The site was a small building, maybe three or four stories, most of which seemed nearing completion, at least structurally. He saw nobody on the rooftop, but below. So that was a good plus in his book for now.
George picked up his grapple gun and fired a grapple line onto the rooftop of the building and zip-lined down before he landed on the rooftop and looked around to make sure he hadn't been spotted, but he still saw no one here. However, he did hear footsteps and looked to see a guard with a cigarette in his mouth, clearly having come up here for a smoke.
However, the cigarette dropped as he spotted George, who was quick to move into action, knocking the guard's gun out of his hands then took out his combat knife which he stabbed into the guard's jaw while holding a hand over his mouth, staring him in the eyes as the life faded from the man. George took his knife back and wiped the blood off before he walked over to several gaps in the plywood rooftop and looked down.
George whistled in amazement as he saw a startling array of firepower on display. At the center of the room were several tables, all covered in a laundry list of guns, from Barretta 92 and Glock 17 handguns to Benelli M4 and Mossberg 590 shotguns, Uzi and FN P90 Submachine Guns to M4 and AKM Assault Rifles.
'I think Christmas just came early for me.' George thought with a grin before his eyes caught something that made his grin widen.
Displayed like it was gift from God, with its associated power supply and massive ammunition belt was a six barreled... was a M134 Minigun.
'Gotta be someway I can take that with me... or come back for it later when I'm done here.' George thought to himself with a nod before he saw half dozen men enter the room, buyers no doubt, and George was right as two began showing off the various items while the others listened to the sales pitch. Thankfully, nothing caused them to look up and see the armoured vigilante currently sliding the plywood aside quietly so as not to alert the men below. Once there was a man-sized hole there, George pulled out two Desert Eagle pistols and jumped down.
He landed right in the circle of men and started shooting, getting several in the chest as they scrambled to get their weapons, shocked and startled from the sudden attack that they weren't expecting. They should've watched the news.
George saw a flicker of movement behind him thanks to the mirror in front of him and he flicked his combat knife out from his boot and threw it behind him right into the eye of a guy who was holding a shotgun that had been aimed at him. George rolled along the floor, crouched in a one-knee crouching position while firing his two pistols, getting multiple fatal hits before he tossed the two pistols aside, picked up the shotgun and began blasting anyone he saw, leaving some damage on the ones he killed.
Once the shotgun's ammo ran out, and since he didn't bring shotgun ammo with him nor know where these guys kept the ammo for their guns, he tossed it aside and grabbed an AKM assault rifle as well as a M4 Carbine assault rifle and he began firing, gunning down more of these gun dealers than with the pistols or shotgun.
Eventually, the ammo clips ran out and George tossed them aside when one guy stood, a Berretta in hand, and fired several times, the bullets hitting the chestplate of George's armour but not doing any damage to him.
"You're wasting your bullets." George stated as he walked towards the guy, who's eyes widened before George punched him in the face, causing the man to whimper before he went for a punch himself, only for George to catch it and twist the arm, causing the man to scream as George twisted the arm around in ways the human arms were not meant to twist. George then snapped the man's neck, killing him instantly.
George heard the sound of many men running towards the room and looked around before he looked at the Minigun and grew a smirk underneath his mask before he ran over to it, picked it up and locked and load, whirling around as the door was kicked open and men began to flood into the room only to be gunned down by the Minigun as it was relentlessly fired at them, sending thousands of bullets ripping through flesh and bone, killing any caught in its path while some managed to get to cover but they were soon gunned down as George just shot everything in sight, knowing anything that moved was an enemy.
'This much noise, someone's gonna call in on a noise complaint.' George thought to himself.
George eventually stopped firing the Minigun and took a scan of the room and his surroundings, finding no one left standing or around... he killed everyone. George looked over the bodies before he left when hearing the police sirens. However, he picked up the sound of someone getting to their feet with a groan and looked to see one of the men getting to his feet, his right arm hanging limp with a bullet wound.
"You bastar-!" The thug started to yell as he aimed his pistol but George merely drew two pistols of his own and fired repeatedly, causing the thug to fall and crash through a wooden door and reveal money.
Lots of money.
'Well, these guys aren't going to be using anytime soon. And that's probably about 6 million dollars altogether... don't mind if I do.' George thought with a smirk as he walked towards the money...
And that's it for this chapter everyone. Hope you enjoyed it.