The person inside was Roderick Kingsley, a Hobgoblin; this Hobgoblin right here was another one.
And this one was undoubtedly controlled by the Goblin King as well.
"Why don't you dare to come out and fight me one-on-one, Goblin King? Hiding behind a common goblin doesn't make you much of a King."
"No rule says a King has to be a better fighter than his subordinates, Spider-Man," the Goblin King mocked. "What are you hesitating about? What are you struggling with? Because the Goblin King hasn't shown his true face, are you worried that the Goblin King is Norman Osborn?"
"You can try it! Spider-Man, don't forget, unlike others, Osborn still has the technology to turn himself into the Green Goblin even without a Time Traveler's orb!"
The Hobgoblin was speaking the truth. Since the Goblin King had not yet revealed his true appearance, the possibility of Norman being the Goblin King could not be ruled out, especially since the Goblin King saying "the Goblin King is green" was basically a straightforward confirmation that the Goblin King was the Green Goblin.
And speaking of the Green Goblin, Norman Osborn was a topic that could not be bypassed.
"Actually, I'm not hesitating, Goblin King. I'm waiting."
The Goblin King paused, then suddenly realized something. Then Spider-Man pushed off the wall and leaped directly in front of the Hobgoblin. Even as the Hobgoblin accelerated his ascent, Spider-Man grabbed him. He flipped the Hobgoblin over, locked his neck, and slammed him into the rooftop of the office building.
Both landed on the rooftop simultaneously. Before the Hobgoblin's hands could make any move, they were stuck down with webbing. Then all the pumpkin bombs on his waist were ripped off and tossed into the sky to explode. Finally, the Hobgoblin was pinned to the ground by strong webbing, unable to move. The bombs inside his body had already been disarmed by micro spider-drones, making self-destruction completely impossible.
"Roderick Kingsley, and you, no matter how many of you there are, I will root you out." Peter said this as he yanked the glider over. After a quick scan, he began to track the source of the information, but to his surprise, the signal source showed that the Goblin King's specific signal was constantly shifting.
"Osborn Industries previously contracted the entire NYPD's crime signal communication network. Thanks to that, I can intervene anytime, anywhere. Every NYPD communication tower can be my signal source," the entangled Hobgoblin said with a laugh. "How about that? Does that make me seem more like Norman Osborn?"
"Hmm, it's so hard to guess. Am I him? Or am I not? If I'm not, then who is so magically powerful? If I am, oh, poor Harry, he still hasn't realized that his father has been replaced by an evil, homicidal maniac personality, hahahaha!"
Peter looked at the Hobgoblin. The micro-drones that entered his body only found pumpkin bombs, but no equipment for mind control. Peter walked over and violently tore off the Hobgoblin's mask. Under the mask was a terrified man who had been injected with the Goblin Formula.
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"
Peter did not respond, but looked at the inside of the mask. The complex electrodes attached to the Hobgoblin's temples and forehead seemed to prove everything.
"Osborn Industries' neural transmission technology, remember? Mysterio once planned to use this to completely amplify his illusions. In reality, it's quite an effective method for mind control too."
"So..." the Goblin King laughed again over the communication. "Am I truly not Norman Osborn?"
Peter crushed the mask directly. At the same time, he looked at the man who had been goblinized. The scan showed that the man was Roderick Kingsley's brother, Daniel Kingsley.
"It's over! It's over!"
Daniel suddenly yelled, desperately trying to tear off the webbing on his body. Peter walked over and asked, "What's over?"
"You beat me. I didn't escape as planned. I'm dead!"
What did he mean by escaping as planned? Peter was about to ask when he suddenly received multiple camera signals from JARVIS. Dozens of goblins riding gliders flew up from the countless waterways of Manhattan. Some were wearing the Hobgoblin's yellow outfit, some were wearing gray outfits, and some wore pumpkin heads.
Only one incredibly tall figure, wearing a green mask and green exoskeleton armor, flew up.
[Total enemy personnel: 23, currently heading in your direction.]
"Happy New Year! Oh, the New Year has long passed. Never mind, Spider-Man, be happy! Look at the Goblin Army I've prepared for you!"
The Goblin King's laughter came from the glider: "So the question is, is this Green Goblin me? I guess not!"
Peter took a deep breath, and just as he was about to contact the Avengers, all the TV screens in New York simultaneously switched to the flying goblins. At the same time, a cartoonish goblin wearing a crown appeared on the television, and the Goblin King's voice reverberated throughout New York.
"Ladies and gentlemen, good morning, noon, and evening. You may not recognize this thing on your screens. This is my adorable Goblin Legion, and I am your new friend, the Goblin King!"
"Today, I've decided to make my official debut, so to celebrate, I've decided to kill a superhero for entertainment. Who should I kill? Let's go with Spider-Man!"
The Goblin King's laughter echoed throughout Manhattan. As the laughter gradually subsided, the Goblin King seemed to take a deep breath and continued: "The rules are simple: Spider-Man must eliminate all the goblins I send out, or he will die! Of course, I know Spider-Man has many amazing friends, so I've added one more rule."
"If a second superhero intervenes in my game, my Goblin Legion will kill indiscriminately and casually drop bombs. All resulting deaths will be counted on your heads."
"If Spider-Man eliminates my entire legion today, then at the same time next week, I will send out a second legion and continue the game! If I kill Spider-Man today, then next week we'll switch to someone else—the Avengers, the Defenders, the Fantastic Four, S.H.I.E.L.D., the Pentagon's bootleg Avengers. Oh, there are so many heroes, we might be able to play for a whole year! Hahahahaha!"
At this point, the Goblin King seemed to grow melancholic.
"Oh, but where will I find so many people to transform into goblins?"
"Illegal immigrants! Homeless people! Human trafficking victims! Runaway teenagers! Thank me, NYPD, I've solved all your missing person cases for you!"
"Hahahaha!"
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