Marvel's Dark Knight

"Sir, a policeman wants to tell you something." The secretary sent the phone to Bruce.

"Hello." After answering the phone, Bruce's voice was calm.

"Mr. Kane, I'm very sorry, your car." Just when the policeman wanted to explain the situation of Bruce's car, he was interrupted by Bruce.

"I know, my car got smashed. That's Spider-Man's problem, not yours."

The word "uh" left the policeman at a loss as to what to say.

"Is there anything else?"

The policeman on the other end of the phone was completely confused by Bruce's words.

"Click."

Bruce hung up the phone directly.

"Buy another one." After returning the phone to the secretary, Bruce left only such a sentence and went upstairs.

"Yes, Mr. Kane."

The little secretary watched Bruce slowly leave his sight.

Behind the pair of glasses, the light revealed was a deep scrutiny of Bruce.

Back in his office, Bruce just sat quietly on his chair, closing his eyes and concentrating.

Some things require the bat's out.

The dark night completely shrouded New York.

As a prison for serious criminals, Clinton Prison has always been heavily guarded.

But even this prison had its share of missteps and escapes.

That incident allowed Clinton Prison to continue to improve its security registration, and now it has become one of the most secure prisons in New York City.

However, it is destined to usher in a rather bad news here again today.

It's just that this time it's no longer someone coming in from the inside to the outside, but someone coming in from the outside towards the inside.

"Lights off!!"

As soon as the prison guard's voice rang out, the originally bright prison suddenly dimmed.

Everything seems to have been dragged out of hell.

At the other end of this prison, the people in that cell did not show any influence, and the lights in his cell were still bright.

Even being able to see items banned by the prison in his prison.

But he just put it on the bright side so frankly.

But no one will have any criticism of what he has done.

Even prison guards.

The person imprisoned in this prison is none other than Wilson Fisk.

Once the underground king of New York.

Even in prison, Jin He still maintained his superior demeanor, and even had that bodyguard by his side.

Tombstone is still protecting his boss.

Suddenly the lights above them flickered.

Kingpin looked at the lights overhead and smiled.

I don't know when the prison door was opened.

A figure appeared in their prison like a ghost.

Tombstone wanted to attack subconsciously, but the bat was obviously much faster than him.

The heavy punch hit his nose again, which was almost healed just now, and bright red blood flowed down.

The bat's movements were obviously not finished. He grabbed the tombstone's head and hit it directly against the prison wall.

"It looks like our bat is very angry." King didn't pay attention to the appearance of the tombstone at all.

"Let me think about it, you should come to me because of Brooklyn." Jin Bing was quite calm.

"Well, those government guys should make it very uncomfortable for you." Kingpin said to the bat quite confidently.

"Those guys have no influence on me. I just came to tell you that your future is only possible to stay in this prison until you die." Bat shook his head, and he walked directly in front of Jin Bing.

Jin Bin stood up quite stiffly.

It's just that when he stood up, he was still a little limp.

Apparently that kick on his knee from the bat earlier made his legs not as good as they used to be.

"What can you do? I will go out sooner or later." Jin Bin, who is two meters tall, can still look down when facing the bat.

But the bat just shook his head.

"Tomorrow morning, every government official connected to you will be impeached, and some of them will most likely be your neighbors."

The bat got close to Kingpin's figure.

"Don't worry, your underground kingdom is only a few days away."

Seeing the bat so close to him, Jin Bin suddenly raised his arms and swung, intending to catch the bat.

But it only came to nothing.

Bat has left his prison.

He even took the prison door behind him.

"New York, it won't be yours." All Kim could do was snarl at the bat.

However, the figure of the bat has long since disappeared.

Tomorrow will start to enter the serious plot!

Chapter 43 Late night housekeeping service

(for collection)

In Kane Manor at this moment, a figure is looking for something carefully.

Although there was no way to see this guy's appearance clearly in the pitch blackness, but the curves of his body that made people feel a little bloody, already explained everything.

Not to mention her extremely professional movements and all kinds of detection equipment, it has already shown that she is not a simple little thief.

A special small instrument was used to continuously scan the huge living room.

But, nothing was found.

"It's really hard to find."

The woman who looked at everything carefully couldn't help but say this.

Of course, she tried her best to lower her voice.

"If it's him, we need him." At the same time, in her earphones, another voice gave her instructions.

"I know."

After she responded with a word impatiently, she hung up the intercom directly.

This made the person opposite helpless, but they couldn't say anything.

Talking and disturbing him during the mission is indeed a bit problematic.

Especially this kind of sneak mission.

If they don't do it right, they might be able to watch Japanese movies: "Secret Infiltrating Investigators" type of film.

Just a little more violent.

Those who are carrying out the task are really eager to turn the entire Kane Manor over at this moment.

There is something wrong no matter how you think about a huge manor without a single bodyguard or so-called servant.

Does he cook for himself every day?

Women don't believe it.

Especially for a playboy who spends his days and nights, it is even more impossible for him to do those trivial things himself.

Unless this manor is just to cover up what happened.

And as the person who met Bruce Wayne face to face for the first time today, she can bet that that man is no less dangerous than the agents around her.

But just when she wanted to continue investigating, the lights in the hall came on.

The originally dark hall shone extremely brightly at this moment.

"I didn't know that I made an appointment for housekeeping tonight." Bruce, who was wearing a bathrobe, leaned against the wall at this moment, and looked at the agent who obviously hadn't thought about this scene with a calm face.

And in his hand, he was holding a pistol.

"If I say now that I'm here to deliver documents to you, you won't believe me, will you?" The woman turned around to look at Bruce quite calmly.

"You can try." Bruce sat on his sofa quite casually.

Agent "Wei" wanted to say something.

But it was interrupted by Bruce.

Wiggling his fingers, Bruce looked at the well-equipped agent and said, "Let me think, are you from the FBI? No, those idiots just knock on the door and pull out a search warrant from home."

"CIA? They'll use the name of the FBI to do things, and their equipment is unlikely to be as sophisticated as yours."

"So, you are from Sanfei Decoration."

"I'm curious, what does a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent come to me to find?"

"Mr. Kane, don't you know what we are looking for?" His identity has been revealed, and the current agent will naturally not pretend to be an agent.

"Otherwise, would you introduce yourself first?" Bruce didn't follow the agent's words.

The agent just stared at Bruce closely with his pretty blue eyes, trying to see what's wrong with Bruce's state.