The heavy bass of the music kept his entrance nearly quiet as the metel doors crashed open as he strode into the heart of the club through the hallway, but...
'...are all these people in gangs???'
'Oh, that sign outside is to disguise this place, no one would second look a club making noise'
what Peter is seeing are, in fact, gangs, thugs, and / or very bad murderers from the news, making dealings and selling of every kind, with whatever kinds of drugs in the air with his enhanced smell.
and with a closer look at the area, the entire place is bigger than it seems with the two buildings beside this one merging together... a shop, or a meeting area for all?.
'you know what, I don't think mox's gang isn't my only problem here, this entire clubs filled with all kinds of people' as he thinks with The music blaring in his ears is also slightly a problem, but it should be fine, his ears already got terrible from gun shots...
Two random thugs started to walk towards him with shit eating grins, great, just his luck.
"Oi, masks are not permitted in this area. Take it off or piss off" one of the men said.
"Yeah, or you could give your cash to help a brother out eh"
"What the hell-? what Is a kid doing here?, who the fuck let you in?" *Click* The man said as he brought out a knife, pointing it at him.
with the music still blaring in the background, Peter looked around with his eyes, making note of the other dudes taking notice.
Peter tilted his head slightly to look at the other fellas in the background.
"Last warning. Turn around and run back to whatever you came from. This isn't a place for a boy like you, " the knifeman snarled.
Peter's posture remained relaxed, but beneath the mask, his eyes were scanning the room, mapping exits and counting hostile faces.
"I was hoping to do this with just one gang," Peter sighed, raising his hands slowly in mock surrender. "But I guess we can't always get what we want."
*Twhip*
In a blur of motion, Peter's right hand shot forward, a thin line of webbing shooting out and yanking the knife from the man's grasp before he could react and another yanking his face down to his knee knocking him out cold. The weapon clattered across the floor, disappearing behind peters back.
"What the hell?!" one of the other thugs shouted, reaching for a knife tucked into his belt.
Before he could draw it, Peter delivered a swift kick to his chest, sending him crashing into a nearby table, bottles shattering and scattering shards of glass across the floor. His friend lunged forward, swinging a broken beer bottle toward Peter's face.
*crack!*
Peter ducked effortlessly, grabbing the attacker's wrist and twisting it until a sickening crack was heard by anyone close enough. The man screamed, dropping the bottle and falling to his knees in agony.
The music still blared, indicating that it's automatically being played.
The commotion had fully disrupted the club's atmosphere now, replaced by murmurs and shouts as more gang members began to converge on Peter's position. Dozens of hostile eyes fixed on him.
'So much for a quiet night out,' Peter thought as he looked at the door leading to vip rooms, and it was where his original target was located.
"Well, fellas, let's even the playing field, shall we?"
He raised his hand, and immediately, a dozen dudes ran at Peter with whatever melee weapons they had on hand.
"Get that fucker!"
"Kill him!"
Time seemed to slow as Peter's raised hand had his phone and with one *tap* of the button, the lights go out and he was gone from everyone's sight in that mere moment.
"the lights!"
"Fucken hell!"
as most wouldn't expect this, Peter sent another 5 inch bot to the breaker room, and all Peter has to do is press his phones screen to turn every light out... hm?, the music still playing? Well, whatever, let's turn those strobe lights back on now shall we?
*Flash*
"where did the fucker go?!"
"The lights turned off I didn't see him!"
the strobe lights turned on again, with everyone looking for him as they look around, if they knew i was right behind them, i wonder what they would think?
"what's happening in the front?" oh, this guy is saying something beside me.
"they're trying to find me, you see," I tell him.
"wha-" he looks my way confused.
*punch* only dreams now.
"lights out for you, and for the building as well" *tap*
The lights kept going out whenever Peter gets seen by few, he moves around taking great care in knocking out and breaking a few bones of the gangs that are now running towards him as the herd thinned down.
"Hes right here!" *swing!*
Dodging is so much easier when they're less people throwing crap at him, *Side step, kick!*
*rapidly shooting webs at people's mouths and legs*
He grabbed a man and leaped In the air and as he was coming down he threw him at three thugs, pinning them down as he shot webs at them to keep them down.
*Leap!*
Walls were effective body holders when he sends people flying as he grabs them.
*Bang!*
looking behind me as I dodge the bullet as it goes through the hood to the side of my head, I step forward as the ground cracked under pressure and I launch myself at the gunman and with my fingers spread out and with a single push to the chest it Slammed him into the wall. *Thud!* *Gah!*
The guy's gun fell and clattered on the floor, but Peter didn't give him any time to react. He grabbed the dude by his collar, lifted him up, and tossed him across the room like he weighted nothing even if he was 200lbs. The guy crashed into a table, breaking it apart.
*crack!* Another thug tried sneaking up, but Peter spun around just in time, kicked the guy right in the face. The thug did a full spin in the air before hitting the ground, out cold, broken jaw.
Peter barely had a second before more goons came at him, swinging anything they had—chains, pipes, knives, you name it. He ducked and dodged, moving too quick for them to even touch him. One guy luckily managed to nick him with a chain, but Peter didn't flinch. He just grabbed the chain, yanked the thug towards him, and headbutted him so hard the guy stumbled back like he'd been hit by a truck, and with loose teeth.
'They just keep coming...' Peter thought, starting to get pissed. He threw a quick punch at some dude's gut, the guy doubled over, and Peter swung him around, knocking down a few more thugs in the process.
The music was still blaring, bass pounding like it was part of his heartbeat. The whole place was just pure chaos. Every punch, every kick, every web shot—he knew exactly what he was doing. He was like a storm, tearing through these guys who don't back down to even police.
*Sigh* *tap*
But there were just too many of them. More kept coming at him. 'How many of these guys are there?! Is this a clown house!?' he wondered as he jumped up at the ceiling as he looked at his camera in the room his original target was, getting frustrated.
'All this for some bald dude! Like come on!'
Then, outta nowhere, the doors on the far side of the room flew open, and this huge dude walked in, tattoos all over. He took one look at the mess, then locked eyes with Peter who was on the ceiling.
'he sees me? in this darkness?'
"You're dead if you have the balls to come here!" the big guy growled, cracking his knuckles as he stomped forward and jumped in the air towards him.
Peter didn't say anything, and he just got ready as the guy launched himself like a cannonball.
But Peter was faster. He shot out off the ceiling, and hit the guy with a quick jab to the ribs. The big guy grunted, but didn't get knocked out.
'Oh Shiit!!' Instead, he grabbed Peter's arm and as they fell he smashed peter to the ground.
"You're gonna regret this, bug!" the guy snarled, picking up and throwing Peter across the room.
*Smash!!*
'sigh~ I'm going to feel that the whole morning now, oww~'
the man started to charge at him like some rhino.
Peter did hit the wall hard, but he rolled with it, landing on his feet. "Yeah, well, I don't regret much" he shot back, webbing the big guy's face and pulling him forward, straight into a flying knee.
*crack!* The big guy hit the floor with a loud thud with a funny face and with missing teeth.
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"What the hell Is going on out there!"
"Oi you! Check what the hell Is going on out there! Kill them if you have to"
"Yes boss,"
*stomp, stomp, stomp,*
"*sigh* well gentleman why don't we continue?"
"Are you sure sending him is going to stop anything?"
"Those people are all weak gangs. He's more than enough."
"But know on to business, we have new workers here in this establishment, and I will be putting them to work, but I can sell them to you also, you see?"
But in just a few minutes..
*BooM!, CrasH!* The rooms wall was broken into with the man he just sent out...
_________
Peter dragged the huge body as everyone who was left, watched, not moving or fighting back, sirens were heard outside, and lights turned on fully for the whole club.
'it should be this wall, from what I see on the bugs feed'
Peter spun around with the 7 ft giant and threw him at the wall with his target.
*CraSh!*
the wall crumbled, showing Mox with a very shocked face. Nothing beats this, having a criminal make a frightened face.
*step, step, step, step* the sound of his feet on the ground as he got closer to the bald target.
*Mumble* "So this is the 'spider' man," the man mumbled whatever they were calling him now, but his objective was to get this one man arrested or whatever, .
"Mox, I think this is where our business now stops." One of Mox's associates got up to leave, and as he was heading to the door.
"Sit" *Twhip!* I grab him and pull him towards me, taking hold of the mans neck.
"*Gah!*"
"I'll make sure you stay to watch." Peter dropped him on the ground, webbing him in place.
"Oi, wait a minute! I'm Mox! You're dead, you hear me? Dead if you touch me!"
*splat!* "*Mhmpf!?*"
I webbed his mouth Shut as he looked at me with slight fear as he fell to the ground.
"Hey Mox, before i forget your name, I came here to tell you something on behalf of the people of new york and hells kitchen, and to all others here in this club" Peter knelt down to get to mox's height.
"don't get to relaxed from here on out"
...
he starts heading to rooms after webbing all the people in place for the police to handle, He called back the two spiders to him, and he deactivated both.
He would then find victims of these people, heading deeper as he hears the sirens at the front door he comes across a small safe in one room.
he pulled open the small safes door with 5 tons of force and what was inside was money and a hard drive, he went to another room with a computer plugging the drive in as he hears officers coming inside the club yelling and whatever, what he sees on the drive is just solid evidence and files of people who were going to get sold.
*tapping*
someone's coming down here... he finishes up, and heads out the room were a woman points a gun at him.
"Hands up!"
he glanced at her as he runs to the tinted window leading outside.
"H-Hey!"
*Bang!*
the bullet whizzed past him towards the window breaking it, he flipped out the window with ease without caring about the cops inside or outside that are surrounding the building.
...