Marvel's Dark Knight

After taking the pistol out of the guy's hand, Wayne was quite skilled at dismantling the pistol into its parts.

And threw the small parts directly into the sewer.

At least one or two missing parts makes the chances of this gun being picked up by a homeless person and restored pretty low.

Raising his hand, he fired the hook gun into the sky above the building, and Wayne disappeared.

The sound of the car accident was obvious, drawing the surrounding attention.

What Wayne needs to do now is simple.

Check where they all converge here.

A small car accident is unlikely to attract all the people around, but at least it can let people know what Hell's Kitchen looks like now.

Chaos, or order?

The chaotic Hell's Kitchen is more beneficial and orderly, then it will take some time to solve it.

Not everything goes the best way Wayne thought, and the car accident really caught the attention of those guys.

Already starting to move.

However, it is an organized move.

They even sent a small team to patrol the surrounding area to ensure that no one would suddenly attack.

Then he dared to ask people to check what happened around him.

"Our janitor was knocked unconscious." The person going to the door looked at the two people who fell on the ground. After judging that they still had a small life, they reported through the intercom, "The condition is very bad."

"Do we have a hospital?" the other end of the intercom said coldly.

"Got it." The guy who reported the situation was quite concise and fired at the two unconscious gatekeepers without blinking.

"Find out who is working against us?" After saying this, the person over there had already hung up the phone.

Obviously there is no one on the other end of the intercom, but the guy is still responding to the other end: "Yes."

"It looks like we're going to get busy again." The guy who seemed to have a good relationship with the leader came over.

Wayne sees all of this, and Hell's Kitchen has obviously become one.

It is no longer a chaotic neighborhood.

Standing up, Wayne watched those guys take their hands away, leaving no one here at all.

"It seems that Hell's Kitchen here is different from the one in my world." Spider-Man also saw all this.

In his world, the largest force in Hell's Kitchen is Jin Bin, but no one force has completely integrated this place into one.

This world has been completely changed and has become the back garden of a powerful force.

"I found out why you seemed so calm about my arrival?" Spider-Man suddenly realized that his behavior, which clearly wanted to scare Batman fans, failed to attract any attention from Wayne.

"But I don't think your reckless way of breaking into Hell's Kitchen will have any good results?"

Spider-Man never thought that a guy who seemed so calm and rational would choose to use a car accident to enter Hell's Kitchen's sphere of influence.

"I believe that the sudden appearance of Spider-Man will make the people of Hell's Kitchen quite happy."

Originally, Spider-Man had already fought, and Wayne would not answer him any psychological preparations.

But Wayne's sudden words surprised Spider-Man.

But what does it mean that the sudden appearance of Spider-Man will make the people of Hell's Kitchen happy? Everyone in Hell's Kitchen can't wait to tear themselves into pieces.

"Another Spider-Man appears!! Right here!!!" Wayne used his voice changer to change his voice. He changed it to the voice of a minion he heard before.

The loud voice broke through Hell's Kitchen in an instant, and the night returned to peace.

When did Spider-Man suffer such a thing, and Batman directly exposed him to the underground sphere of influence of Hell's Kitchen.

Just as Spider-Man was about to say something, Wayne had already set off a miniature smoke bomb, which not only covered his body but also reminded those guys of Spider-Man's location.

After Spider-Man passed through the smoke, where was Wayne's shadow still seen?

"No, it's the same thing again." Now Spider-Man really doesn't think this guy is a fan of Batman. Instead, he always feels that this guy is Batman himself who came to New York City.

This elusive way of traveling, as well as the way of doing things without saying anything, is simply a replica of Batman.

Although Wayne's plan still has loopholes, Wayne himself is not sure who the guy he pretended to be with is now.

But Wayne just needs to draw their attention here.

Moreover, the smoke bombs thrown by Wayne before also gave those guys a clear sign.

"Where!!"

Someone with a sharp eye has spotted the red and blue Spider-Man on the roof.

Without saying anything, he just raised his gun and started shooting.

The sound of gunfire broke the silence completely.

They have already received the news of Spider-Man's death, but they still will not take it lightly, not to mention dressing up as Spider-Man in Hell's Kitchen itself is a provocation to them.

"If I had known, I would never have followed." Now Spider-Man can only dodge quickly to avoid being hit by the bullets fired by those guys.

Wayne squatted quietly on top of a water tank, watching all this happen.

Today's Hell's Kitchen has obviously become lively due to the sound of gunfire, but there is still one place where there is no movement.

If Wayne's calculations were correct, that should be where they store their goods and cash flow.

The hook gun fired, and the bat was swinging towards its target.

Chapter 5 Action Begins

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Crouching opposite the unusually guarded building, Wayne could now clearly see the criminals patrolling carefully inside.

The criminals outside the building were very careful to explore any possible hiding place.

Even on the rooftop of the building, there are snipers closely watching everyone's movements.

This is no longer a behavior that normal gangs can do.

But I believe that it would be difficult for a normal gang to integrate the entire Hell's Kitchen into one piece.

It would be quite difficult for Wayne to enter the building normally and obtain the supplies he needs.

But Wayne didn't intend to politely knock on the door and enter the building from the very beginning.

Isn't night the perfect time for bat hunting?

"Is there any problem?"

The sniper on the roof listened to the voice on the intercom and spoke to the other end quite calmly: "Nothing, not even a ghost."

"We can't take it lightly, otherwise the boss will skin us." The other end of the intercom was obviously more relaxed.

"Stay in your monitoring room and eat your hamburger." The sniper chewed his own gum and pulled off his earphones.

The guy's laughter came from the monitoring room.

"Hahaha."

"Damn bastard." The sniper felt a little uncomfortable. He was exposed to the wind and rain here, but the other one could stay indoors and eat.

However, there is nothing he can do, who makes this world always have unfair things.

He held his breath again and focused his gaze on the sight in front of him, observing the surrounding area.

In the small field of vision, a black shadow suddenly flashed.

The sniper glanced around with his sniper scope in an instant, trying to find the figure that flashed by.

But there was nothing around it, it seemed like it was just an illusion.

The sniper took his eyes off the scope and shook his head.

"Sometimes even the best sniper in the world will have hallucinations." He smiled and shook his head.

"Sometimes, what you see is not an illusion."

A deep and terrifying voice sounded behind the sniper.

The sniper's body, which was still warm, suddenly fell into an ice cellar.

He couldn't be sure whether the person behind him was a human or a ghost.

"What are you?" The sniper tried to talk to the guy behind him.

Wayne stood calmly behind him, watching the guy make some small movements.

"A criminal." Wayne leaned over and directly covered the sniper's mouth and nose, controlled his head, and smashed it against the edge of the roof.

After muffled.

There wasn't any sound of pain, just a body slowly relaxing.

The sniper has lost his consciousness.

The sniper's position was indeed a good place to observe all positions, but it was of little use to Wayne.

And behind him, there is a skylight that can see the top floor of the building.

There were a few guys laughing and pushing each other's drinks.

One of them hugged a girl with a good face and a hot body.

On the coffee table between them, stacks of US dollars were placed, and not far away was a safe for storing more cash.

Wayne had found what he was looking for.

Why these guys leave the cash just like that is simple.

In the eyes of these guys selling illegal drugs, money is not the most important thing.

The most important thing is their goods.

But in Wayne's eyes, goods need to be destroyed, and US dollars need to be used to build one's own base.

Looking down at the debauched scene below, Wayne needed a moment, a moment for them all to relax.