In fact, Michael was already in this room as early as Gwen entered the door. However, he activated the optical stealth function of the suit and hid in the darkness, and added two spells that silence and affect cognitive functions to ensure that no one would notice him.

He heard everything and saw everything. The reason why he only took action now is that he wanted to see the performance of these clones and collect as much combat data as possible.

Otto's cunning little eyes carefully looked at the intruder behind the dark green lenses. The guy in black armor appeared silently, like a ghost of steel. His keen instinct was warning him of the danger through every cell in his body, and he felt cold sweat slid down his spine.

But the robotic arms that were covered in this room for his control obviously provided him with a lot of confidence, and he had just defeated four Spider-Man with one against four without any loss, such a record is indeed easy to inflate.

"It's you, hum?" Otto suppressed all his anxiety and made himself act as strong as possible, "Dare to take away the things belonging to Dr. Octavius?"

Michael accidentally chatted with him, and when he came out his palm, a pulse beam blasted out from the air. Dr. Octopus was surprised, but his reaction was not slow. A metal arm almost swung it at the moment the beam hit, and suddenly pulled the pulse impact aside.

The unexpected reaction speed is either luck or Otto's reflex nerves are beyond ordinary people. It must be the robotic arm that interacts with his nervous system, which in turn strengthens his reflex nerves. But this is reasonable, otherwise even if Dr. Octopus has four robotic arms with infinite power, it will be difficult to fight with Spider-Man with the reflex nerves of normal humans.

"Be careful!" Gwen shouted suddenly.

The steel tentacles were moving rapidly against the ground and suddenly climbed up Michael's ankle. The two robotic arms wrapped around his leg armor before the armor had time to charge the next pulse cannon. Then three or five steel tentacles wrapped around the war suit's hands and upper body.

Michael looked at Gwen at the squint, and the clone girl's eyes were full of concern.

"The arm armor and leg armor are bound." Shirley reminded, "the power output is not enough to destroy enemy components."

"I know." Michael replied lightly.

He had five fingers on his palms and silently recited the spell. The magic data information he had programmed was called quickly. The energy of the battle suit poured into the magic power that surged out of his body, and condensed into a flame-colored magic array in the palms of his palms.

Sparks flashed, magic power surged, golden arc flashes swept through at speeds that were not visible to the naked eye. The harsh metal cutting sound echoed in the space, and all the tentacles wrapped around Michael's body broke in response to the sound.

"No..." Otto's eyes widened in shock, "How is this possible?"

The auxiliary propelling ports on both sides of the back of the battle suit opened, and the flames used for short-range propelling suddenly spit out, and the black armor seemed like thunder. Otto mobilized his brain to the extreme, and he released nerve signals as widely as possible. All the robotic arms that received the command flew towards madness, trying to stop the enemy from attacking his master.

Michael's figure was like an arrow from the string, unable to turn back or be blocked. The robotic arm was thrust like countless poisonous snakes, and was easily cut off by his magical short sword. He used 0:7 seconds to break through the defense line and rushed to Otto, leaving behind him with broken tentacles full of sparks.

Otto retreated nervously, and the three arms connected to the back shot out one after another, like a last desperate attempt. Michael changed the direction of power, and the thruster spurted sideways, pushing the armor to move horizontally and avoid the two arms. The tip of the last robot arm slashed down with a swirling chainsaw, which was neatly cut off by Michael's slash.

Otto had no choice but to retreat, and nothing could protect him. Michael poked out his left hand and pressed Otto's neck hard with his left palm. A blue arc visible to the naked eye burst out cheering from his palm, and the electric current rushed in quickly along his spine, making him scream loudly.

All the robotic arms stopped working, like electric toys with batteries removed. Spider-Man, bound by his arms, also regained his freedom, and Peter threw away the metal arm pressed on his stomach and jumped down.

Otto lay on the ground in pain, and the four robotic arms (including two of them broken) on his back were also soft and drooping. He was smoking all over his body, moaning in his throat, and said vaguely: "What did you...have you done?"

"I did a detailed fluoroscopy of your spinal cord, dialyzing the mechanical structures that blend with your nervous system, and the principle of how you use your brain to remotely control these arms." Michael stood beside him and said lightly, "Then I just used 50,000 volts precision-operated current to burn down your key lines and destroy your neural interaction mechanism."

Michael took two steps back and stood aside: "Now, he is yours."

Otto raised his head to the pain and saw four Spider-Man slowly surrounding him, his eyes as if he wanted to swallow him alive.

"Speak first..." Kane took a step and fisted out quickly, "...I'm going to make the first move!"

The black fist hit Otto's cheek on the right side, making his mouth tilt and his saliva flew.

"It's my turn!"

Ben Riley flew up according to Otto's jaw, kicking him up and fell to the ground. Peter flew forward, pressing his knee against his chest and abdomen, making it difficult for him to breathe, and then punched him in the face alternately.

"You're just a lunatic, psychopath, and psychopath!" Peter's fist was covered with blood, "I said I'm going to kill you, Otto!"

Otto couldn't speak. His dark green pair of lenses shattered when the first punch fell, followed by the bridge of his nose, and then the sound of bone cracks came from under his left eye. Several of his teeth were broken, and his blood was choked in his throat.

If Peter hadn't had any reservations in his subconscious mind, the first punch would have been enough to smash Otto's head into a paste.

Otto was beaten until dying until Michael grabbed Peter's fist again, preventing him from swinging it again.

Peter stared at Otto unwillingly: "But what he did... He cloned so many me, and even wanted to use Gwen to destroy me. He would come out sooner or later, and he would come to me to hurt the people around me..."

"I know, he might be damned. But you shouldn't do it." Michael said calmly.

Peter bit his lip, stared at Otto for a while, then finally let go of him and let go of his clenched fists.

"You are...right." Peter stood up and still glared at Otto, "but I'm just unwilling to give up."

Otto's face was covered in blood, his eyes, nose, and throat were all in ache. But he laughed, and laughed hoarsely.

"I knew, Peter. I always knew you were a good boy, and of course you wouldn't kill me." He laughed, "But what can you do to me? Everything I did was approved, the CIA recruited me, they would come forward to settle everything, this time I don't even have to go to prison. After a while I can get back to my old business and continue with this plan. Oh, next time I might also come up with a better plan than Cron Gwen, you'd better be mentally prepared..."

"I think you seem to have misunderstood something, Dr. Octavius." Michael interrupted coldly, "I said Peter shouldn't start because he is a good man and a child. But from another perspective..."

He raised his palm and pointed it at Otto, whose arrogant smile gradually solidified.

“…I’m not.”

The light flashed, and the pulse beam was released, exploding Otto's chest. Dr. Otto's eyes widened, maintaining a disbelief expression, and swallowed his last breath.
Chapter completed!