"I also had the International Little Thumb Cabaret Show prepared, but it seems like I won't get the chance to perform after all."
The Black Cat quickly grabbed a masked man who was close by, lifted her knee, and slammed him to the ground.
Meanwhile, Gwen shot spider silk from her wrist, accurately hitting the mask of the man on her left side. The spider silk stuck to his mask, trapping it to his face. Struggling to breathe, the masked man tried to tear it off, but before he could, Gwen slammed him to the ground.
"Bang!"
The masked man hit the floor with a heavy thud, causing the stage to shake slightly. Wires overhead, flashing with electric sparks, struck the man who couldn't move out of the way.
Gwen quickly flew up, kicked the advancing enemy, and complained to the Black Cat: "Well, now's the time for the American Big Cheeseburger."
Although these masked men were formidable, they were not much different from the ninjas Peter had encountered under Matt Murdock's guidance. However, Gwen had improved. She was no longer the same Gwen Stacy she once was.
As she grabbed a masked man by the collar and threw him to the floor with a wrestling maneuver, Gwen thought to herself. The Black Cat, surrounded by several masked men, was slowly making her way toward Gwen. The two of them stood back-to-back, facing the enemies closing in from all sides.
Gwen observed these fighters and said to the Black Cat, "I thought my life was strange enough, but now we have theme park mascots (you) playing guitars and people in masks causing trouble. Is your life just a silent, rumor-filled music video?"
The Black Cat punched the man attacking her, then turned to Gwen and said, "I thought we were both pretty weird. The difference is, you're weird in the mask, and I'm weird without it."
With that, the Black Cat dashed forward, launching herself at the remaining masked men.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The sound of fists meeting muscle echoed as the Black Cat took down several attackers with swift moves.
The alarm bell suddenly rang from outside. Gwen, hearing it, felt a rush of relief.
With the police now on their way, the situation would likely be under control, preventing any further escalation. Quickly shooting more spider silk to disable a few remaining masked men, Gwen glanced toward the stage entrance.
The sound of hurried footsteps filled the air, signaling the arrival of the police.
Just as Gwen was about to leave the stage, she noticed that the masked men were wearing communicators. One of them was speaking urgently through the device.
"What's going on? Answer me! Huey!"
Gwen quickly pulled the communicator from the unconscious man's hand and whispered, "Where are you?"
Though the voice on the other end was hesitant, it revealed an address. Gwen hung up, immediately shooting spider silk to propel herself outside. The Black Cat, hesitating for a moment, followed her.
Gwen tried calling her father but couldn't get through. Growing more anxious, she pushed herself harder, praying nothing had happened to him.
Meanwhile, George Stacey's phone rang, but he couldn't afford to answer it.
The rhinoceros-like creature—Rhino—was more powerful than George had anticipated. The monster grabbed a car from the roadside and threw it at him.
George managed to dodge, but the car crashed loudly behind him, sending debris flying.
With his last bullet fired from his pistol, George cursed under his breath. Without a weapon, his only choice was to escape.
Panic spread through the street as Rhino rampaged, destroying everything in his path. George took cautious steps, keeping a close eye on the beast's movements.
Suddenly, a bright white light blared toward him. It was the headlights of a large truck barreling down the street. The driver, distracted by the chaos, had failed to see the disaster unfolding.
Just as Rhino was about to reach George, the truck crashed into him with full force, sending him flying.
George shielded his eyes with his hands and waited, holding his breath. After the truck skidded to a stop, gravel crunching under its tires, George saw the silhouette of the driver in front of the lights. The driver seemed frozen, unsure of what to do.
To George's shock, Rhino wasn't down for long. The creature, battered and bleeding from the collision, let out a furious roar and charged toward George again.
With his shoulder grazed by the Rhino's charge, George hit the ground, but he quickly regained his balance. Pain surged through his body, but he reached into his pocket and grabbed what he needed.
It was a bottle of anti-explosion spray, specifically designed to subdue criminals, wild animals, and anything deemed too dangerous to handle otherwise.
Though George wasn't sure if it would work on the Rhino, there was no other choice.
Wasting no time, he sprayed the substance toward Rhino's eyes. The beast howled, flailing its arms wildly, as the spray hit its face.
With the creature temporarily distracted, George continued spraying, desperately trying to stop the rampaging monster.
Seeing it had some effect, George turned and fled, using his knowledge of the area to find a way out.
Minutes later, George found himself in an alley, the damp smell of the streets mixed with the stench of beer wafting through the air. He kept running, his mind racing.
He came upon an abandoned parking lot, where dim streetlights cast a surreal glow over the scene.
Looking around frantically, he spotted a 1980s Ford Mustang, its windows slightly open. There was a bright key left in the ignition.
Without hesitation, George ran to the car, grimacing at the state it was in. The interior was filthy—cigarette butts, empty coffee cups, and a general sense of neglect filled the space. A pair of deodorant playing cards hung from the rearview mirror, though they had clearly lost their effectiveness long ago.
He shoved the key into the ignition and turned it, but the engine groaned weakly before falling silent. Panic crept in. George turned the key again, desperately praying for the engine to roar to life.
The sound of the approaching Rhino's footsteps grew louder, and George's nerves frayed.
Finally, after multiple attempts, the engine sputtered, came to life, and the car lurched forward.
But just as he sped off, George felt the back end of the car lift, as if it was being lifted by a giant force.
The Rhino was back on his tail, and George knew the chase wasn't over yet.
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