Capítulo 37: Chapter 37 Wick John Kane
"They've gone back, haven't they?" When Miles caught up, his first question was whether the other Spider-Men had returned to their own universe.
The bat looked back at the guy. He didn't think that he was stupid before, but now he should change his understanding of the information about the spider.
Perhaps Miles only now realized that he had said something nonsense, and he scratched his head embarrassedly.
"Do you think we'll meet again in the future?" Miles spoke again.
Only this time his tone was quite serious.
He really hoped that the bat could answer him.
But the bat said nothing, shot out his grappling hook and disappeared directly in front of Miles.
This time, Miles did not chase after him, because he knew that he would not get any formal answer even if he did.
All that was received was silence from the bats.
He just needed someone to talk to about his recent experiences.
Even though, I can't tell you everything.
With a long sigh, Miles slowly stood up, looked at the vague figure of the bat in the distance, and patted his face.
If you promise something to others, you must naturally do it.
Since he did not fulfill the agreement between him and Peter Parker and did not deal with the collider himself, let him take over as Spider-Man and protect this city that belongs to him.
When the bats and spiders separated, today's journalists swarmed here like sharks smelling blood.
They naturally knew that after an explosion, the scene was likely to be quite dangerous.
But in this city, in the eyes of their profession, danger often coexists with opportunity.
As long as they get some explosive news that is shocking enough, they can be said to be on the rise.
Even the Pulitzer will not be out of reach.
New York police once believed that these reporters were more suitable for their positions at certain times. Reporters who could respond to calls as quickly as the police would sometimes arrive earlier than the police.
It was clear that the journalists were outstripping the rest of the response force.
What was hovering in the sky was not even a police helicopter, but a reporting plane belonging to a news TV station.
Everyone was paying attention to the explosion.
They want to know whether New York has experienced another horrific terrorist attack.
When the reporters actually arrived at the scene, they couldn't believe their eyes.
Kingpin, whose more familiar name should be Wilson Fisk, was currently tied to a fire hydrant with something, and on the other side was the bodyguard who always appeared beside Kingpin.
A black man with albinism.
But what really made the reporters unbelievable was the bat dart stuck in the ground next to Kingpin and his men.
"Comics have truly appeared in the world." A reporter who had read those superhero comics murmured to himself.
This shock did not make him hesitate for a moment. He immediately took his microphone and spoke to Jefferson Davis, the highest-ranking police officer on the scene.
"Officer, what caused the explosion? What does it have to do with Wilson Fisk? Does the batarang next to them mean that there is another masked hero in New York after Spider-Man?"
The barrage of questions made Jefferson really unable to cope with it.
"The cause of the explosion is under investigation." As soon as he opened his mouth to speak, another microphone was put into his mouth.
"Are the people who captured Wilson Fisk borrowing the image from the comics to carry out their own actions?"
"Is this a terrorist attack?"
"Why didn't the NYPD get any word?"
Jefferson is really having a headache now. This kind of thing is obviously not something he can answer at his level.
If he didn't answer well, he might not only offend these guys, but also those who work in offices in the police station.
"Okay, okay, fellow journalists, I don't think you should continue to bother this police officer now." A man rescued Jefferson from the reporters.
Although he was grateful to the man for saving him from the series of life-threatening calls from reporters, Jefferson was still diligently asking about the identity of the man next to him.
Besides, who made that guy wear a pair of black sunglasses even on a night like this?
He looked like an agent from a TV show.
"Excuse me, are you a policeman?" Although Jefferson was always on patrol outside, he was still quite confident in his memory.
He had never seen the man next to him in his own police station.
And there hasn't been any news recently that anyone would be transferred here.
"Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself." The man took off his sunglasses, revealing a relatively honest face, and took out his ID from his suit, "FBI."
Also when the man took out his ID, people in black suits came over and stopped all the reporters outside the cordon.
Jefferson started communicating as soon as he saw the certificate.
He had no way of judging with his naked eyes whether the guy in front of him was real or fake.
The man obviously didn't care about Jefferson checking his ID. He walked up to Kingpin, who seemed to be waking up, and looked at this former underground boss of New York City.
He smiled.
Pick up the bat dart on the ground.
"A newcomer."
When the next day's sunlight pierced through the clouds and shone onto the city, the early morning news had already reported on the explosion that occurred the previous night.
"After investigation, it was found that the huge explosion that occurred in Brooklyn yesterday was caused by Wilson Fisk, a former philanthropist and businessman in New York City."
Bruce didn't care about the text on the news. Now it was enough for him to just look at the big guy appearing on the screen.
I believe that when this Kingpin appears on the TV screen, Fisk Group will definitely look different.
For example, as directors of Fisk Group.
Now they really don't want to stay in this group any longer.
No one knows whether this kind of thing will happen to them in the future.
In America, anything is possible.
What's more, they are not truly law-abiding citizens.
"It killed people!!"
"When will Fisk be able to make people feel at ease?"
"How did this happen?"
Although the current name of this group is Fisk, even Kingpin was just built on the framework of the previous Osborne Group.
Most of the directors sitting here were former directors of the Osborne Group.
They have always been quite disgusted with Fisk one-man show. If something happened to Fisk, it would only make them very excited.
But now this matter is really too big.
It can be said that Kingpin was responsible for the worst explosion in New York since the Twin Towers.
They are afraid to avoid it.
"Sir, you can't go in, you can't." The secretary's voice suddenly rang out at the door.
Then, the door of the conference room was pushed open.
Several bodyguards who looked quite professional had already taken their positions.
Then the real owner slowly revealed his figure.
A custom-made Gucci suit perfectly displays Bruce's noble temperament.
"Hey! Boy! Who are you!"
"Wick, Wick John Kane." Bruce spoke to them with a smile.
(End of this chapter)
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