Chapter 188 Wolverine, Encounter at the Bar!

"Squeak!"

Peter opened the door and stood in the corridor.

The strange noise coming from the stairwell disappeared immediately.

Peter frowned and looked around.

Gwen also heard the strange noise coming from outside just now. She walked towards Peter and asked, "Who is it? Peter."

Before Peter could answer, suddenly, a shadow suddenly appeared from the darkness and attacked Peter.

The other party seemed to suddenly appear from the dark depths.

As if a black shadow was born from the darkness, it suddenly attacked Peter.

Peter, who had superhuman reflexes, reacted instantly, turned around, twisted his waist, and struck the black shadow with his alien claws.

Just when Peter was about to touch the other party, the black shadow suddenly disappeared in the air.

Peter's attack suddenly failed.

Gwen, who was standing behind him, was stunned as she watched everything happen.

What's this? !

Why did it suddenly disappear?

"He's a mutant. His ability is to hide his body in the shadows and carry out sneak attacks or hide."

Mrs. Spider's words came from the room, "He is the mutant who was sent to kill me."

She said that one of the reasons why the two rushed here was because she hoped that Peter and Gwen could help her prevent the assassination of mutants.

Feeling the subtle fluctuations in the air, Peter looked around seriously.

He could vaguely feel that the other party had escaped from here.

After asking Gwen to wait for him here, Peter chased outside.

Although Mrs. Spider's intentions of using herself and Gwen to protect her have long been known.

But now he's become interested in mutants who can hide themselves in the shadows.

Two minutes later, Peter stood in the alley, looking around.

The sound of loud music came from the back door of the nightclub.

This is a dark alley. Apart from the dark shadows, there is only the dim neon reflected at the street entrance.

Peter, covered in black exoskeleton, stepped out of the long shadows.

He was alone, without Gwen following him.

"Crack!"

Peter's footsteps stepped onto the metal steps leading to the back door of the nightclub.

His eyes moved imperceptibly.

Behind him, a guy with skin as black as obsidian was spotted emerging from the shadows behind the trash can.

The shadow wore a black vest, and the dark shadow almost enveloped his whole body.

The door at the top of the steps opened a crack, but no more.

The black shadow followed silently.

He had stepped onto the steps, first raising one foot and then the other, approaching Peter with extra caution.

Peter pretended not to notice and continued walking forward.

When the mutants emerged from the shadows and finally took action, Peter was ready.

The black shadow pulled out a machete from somewhere and slashed at Peter's head.

However, his blow was in vain, because Peter turned around quickly and leaned on the railing next to him.

There was a flash of cold light, and the alien-like claws in Peter's hand flashed out instantly.

The shadow moved faster. He waved the scimitar in his hand freely like a painter holding a paintbrush.

Peter, who moved like lightning, instantly hit the shadow's wrist with his elbow. The scimitar fell on the metal steps and fell off the steps with a clang.

The back door of the nightclub opened with a creak, and loud music poured out like a mountain.

With an expressionless face, Peter grabbed the other person's neck with one hand and slammed him against the wall with a bang.

At the same time, his shoulder was sliced ​​open by Peter's claws, and blood spattered everywhere on the walls and steps.

The mutant screamed in pain.

"What's your name, mutant?"

Peter asked the other party with a cold face.

"Shadow Shadow!"

The dark-faced mutant stammered, his expression full of pain.

He didn't expect that he would encounter Spider-Man when he just went to kill an old woman who couldn't move.

At the same time, a fight was going on in the bar.

One of the fighting parties is also a mutant.

A tall white man with a beard and a T-shirt and leather jacket walked to the bathroom.

While passing a group of speedsters playing pool, my butt happened to hit one of the guys’ cue sticks.

As a result, the cue ball slipped on the green tablecloth and pushed the cue ball into the bottom pocket without any bias.

The fat man on the bike who put the cue ball into the bottom pocket turned to glare at him.

If he were outdoors, his body would probably block the sun.

The bearded man continued walking forward as if he didn't care at all, while the fat man had an angry look on his face and was about to explode.

A fly that had just feasted on the overnight cheese fries was flying contentedly between the two of them. The fat man's murderous aura frightened it, and it quickly flapped its wings and fled to the side.

"Asshole," the fat man yelled at him, "you made me fucking break the rules."

The bearded man turned around and faced the fat man with his strong body, looking like he was not easy to mess with.

"Then hit it again."

"Then let's fight again?"

The fat man shouted angrily: "Hit me hard!"

It's like what the bearded opponent just suggested was not to let him play ball, but to let him be disrespectful to his mother.

"Do you know the fucking rules?"

Another guy with dyed white hair quietly turned behind the beard.

"I think your two friends will be happy to let you hit it again."

The bearded man continued.

The white-haired guy shook his head and said, "My friends are all rule-abiding people."

Seeing that the other party did not give in, the bearded man shrugged and said disdainfully, "Well, screw your rules."

As soon as he finished speaking, several motorcycle gangs started to move.

The fat man's movements were much more agile than many spectators in the bar expected.

He punched the bearded man's body and hit him in the chest with a "bang".

Then another white-haired motorcycle gang took the opportunity to swing the club horizontally and strangled his throat.

"I'm going to beat you to a pulp!"

The fat man roared and prepared to attack the bearded man again.

As a result, the other party's strength was incredible and he broke free from the white-haired man's control.

He grabbed the white-haired man's clothes with his backhand and threw him out.

With a "bang", the white-haired man's body fell heavily to the ground.

Then the bearded man broke the pool cue with one hand, grabbed the fat man by the neck and smashed him onto the pool table.

"Bang!"

The pool table was shaken violently.

The fat man was strangled so hard that his tongue stuck out, but the back of his head was pressed tightly against the pool table, unable to move at all, and could only kick his legs desperately.

His lips had begun to turn purple, and he began to have difficulty breathing.

Another biker gang saw his companion in danger and immediately rushed towards the bearded man.

The biker gang rushed over and punched the bearded man in the back.

Of course, his punch did not have any effect, because the opponent's back was harder than a concrete wall, and the opponent did not even move, just a little surprised.

The bearded man turned around and looked at the guy who attacked him with eyes like a beast.

Looking at the guy who attacked him, the bearded man raised his fist and hit him.

"Bang!"

The opponent was hit hard and flew out.

Just as he was about to continue to teach this group of motorcycle gangs a lesson, the owner of the bar stopped the bearded man.

"Hey, Logan! Stop it!"

Logan, who heard the voice, turned around and looked at the owner of the bar.

"Don't make trouble here."

"You should talk to them, not me."

Logan, also known as Wolverine, frowned and looked at the guys lying on the ground.

Seeing that the fat man on the pool table seemed to want to stand up, he grabbed the other's neck again.

The beast-like look in Logan's eyes made him tremble.

This guy seemed as scary as a beast!

"The man you're about to strangle to death."

Wolverine stared at him, his expression not changing much, "Hmm?"

The bar owner seemed to know Wolverine's reputation, and tried his best to suppress his anger, "If you can be kind, don't strangle him to death."

"He's my brother Ashley, he doesn't know manners, Logan, just let it go for my sake."

Wolverine let go of the other's neck, "Ashley. A man with such a name is probably a woman."

He let go of the other and walked to the bar counter, "Give me a glass of whiskey."