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. She walked towards Peter and asked, "Who is it? Peter."

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

The other party seemed to appear suddenly from the deep darkness.

It was as if a black shadow emerged from the darkness and suddenly attacked Peter.

Peter, who possesses superhuman reflexes, reacted instantly, turned around, twisted his waist, and used his alien-like claws to strike at the shadow.

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

Peter's attack missed.

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

what is this? !!

Why did it suddenly disappear?

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

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

She said one of the reasons why she asked the two to come here was that she hoped Peter and Gwen could help her stop the mutants' assassination.

Feeling the subtle fluctuations in the air, Peter looked around with a serious look.

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

After letting Gwen wait for him here, Peter chased outside.

Although he already knew that Mrs. Spider was planning to use himself and Gwen to protect her.

But he is now beginning to become interested in mutants who can hide themselves in the shadows.

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

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

This is a dark alley. Apart from the black shadows, there is only the hazy neon light shining in from the street corner.

Peter, covered in a black exoskeleton, walked out from the long shadows.

He was alone, without Gwen by his side.

"Crack!"

Peter's footsteps led up the metal steps that led to the back door of the nightclub.

His eyes moved slightly.

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

The black shadow was wearing a black vest, and the dark shadow almost covered his entire body.

The door at the top of the steps was open a crack, but that was all.

The shadow followed silently.

He had already stepped onto the steps and, lifting first one foot and then the other, approached Peter with extreme caution.

Peter pretended not to notice and continued walking forward.

When the mutant emerged from the shadows and finally made his move, Peter was ready.

The black shadow pulled out a scimitar from somewhere and chopped it at Peter's head.

However, his knife missed because Peter turned nimbly and leaned on the railing next to him.

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

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

Peter moved as fast as lightning, and his elbow instantly hit the shadow's wrist. The scimitar landed on the metal steps and fell down the steps with a clang.

The back door of the nightclub creaked open, and loud music poured out like a tidal wave.

Peter, with an expressionless face, 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 cut by Peter's sharp claws, and blood splattered all over 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 just because he went to kill an immobile old woman.

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

The person fighting is also a mutant.

A tall, bearded white man wearing a T-shirt and leather jacket walked towards the bathroom.

As I passed a group of bikers playing pool, my butt bumped into one of the guys' cue sticks, which slipped on the green tablecloth and pushed the cue ball right into the bottom pocket.

The fat guy from the biker gang who hit the cue ball into the bottom pocket turned his head and glared at him.

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

The bearded man seemed not to care at all and continued walking forward, while the fat man had a furious look on his face and was about to explode.

A fly that had just had a hearty meal of leftover cheese fries was flying contentedly between the two men. The fat man's murderous aura frightened it so much that it quickly flapped its wings and fled to the side.

"Asshole," the fat man cursed at him, "You fucking made me break the rules."

The bearded man turned around and faced the fat man with his strong body, looking like he was not someone who could be messed with.

"Then try again."

"Then fight again?"

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

It was just like what the bearded man had just suggested, which was not to let him play ball, but to let him disrespect his mother.

"Do you know the fucking rules?"

Another guy with dyed white hair quietly moved behind the bearded man.

"I think both of your friends would be happy to let you replay your stroke."

The bearded man continued.

The white-haired guy shook his head and said, "My friends are all people who follow the rules."

Seeing that the other party refused to give in, the bearded man shrugged and said disdainfully: "Well, screw your rules."

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

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

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

Then another white-haired biker took the opportunity to swung his club across his throat.

"I'm going to beat you till your teeth are all over the floor!"

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

As a result, the opponent's strength was incredible and he broke free from Baimao's control in one go.

He grabbed Baimao's clothes and threw him out.

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

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

"Boom!"

The pool table was shaking violently.

The fat man was strangled so hard that his tongue stuck out, but the back of his head was pressed tightly against the table and he could not move at all. He could only kick his legs desperately.

His lips had begun to turn purple and he was having trouble 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 had no effect at all, because the opponent's back was harder than a concrete wall. The opponent didn't even move, but was a little surprised.

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

He looked at the guy who attacked him, then the bearded man swung his fist and hit the other person.

"Oh!"

The opponent was hit hard and flew away.

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

"Hey, Logan! Stop it!"

Logan heard the voice and turned to look at the bar owner.

"Don't cause any more trouble here."

"You should tell them, not me."

Logan, also known as Wolverine, frowned and looked at the group of 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 is as scary as a wild 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 to suppress his anger. "If you can be kind enough, 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 released his grip on the man's neck, "Ashley. A man with a name like that is probably a sissy."

He let go of the man and walked towards the bar counter. "Give me a whiskey."

(End of this chapter)