Fictional Character Biography
Wyndell Dichinson and his 16-year-old brother are caught in a car theft by the heroic Spider-Man and apprehended by the police. Ricky goes to jail but Wyndell manages to escape and flee the country before his court date takes place. He becomes a mercenary somewhere in the Far East. He begins work in Thailand, where he is approached and employed by a Mr. Bazin.
Wyndell fails an American drug smuggling operation for Bazin and ends up deep in debt. He approaches his brother to ask for money; at that point he has only three days left to pay. Bazin became impatient and decided he wanted Bloodshed dead. Wyndell and his brother are confronted by gangsters, which catches the attention of Spider-Man. In the meantime, Bazin had placed a bomb in Ricky's home. It explodes, seemingly erasing all traces of the brothers. Spider-Man presumes them to be dead.
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