Hell's Kitchen

No sooner had the words left his mouth.

A massive figure suddenly charged toward them.

Fox and the others' expressions changed drastically. A fierce gust rushed at them, giving them no time to react.

Bang!

The Repairman, who had mouthed off, was immediately left with a bloody head and collapsed unconscious.

Carlos tried to seize the chance to escape, but a shell that came out of nowhere blocked his path.

Boom!!

The deafening explosion echoed out, alarming everyone around the Empire State Building.

At that moment, clueless office workers putting in overtime in neighboring buildings cried out in terror. Watching flames rise within the Empire State Building, they swallowed hard, knowing something was terribly wrong.

Beep beep beep beep!!

The New York Police Department's phone lines were about to be flooded again.

George Stacy, who had been about to clock out, gritted his teeth.

The Continental Hotel incident from a few days ago had kept him busy for quite some time. He had only just finished dealing with that bunch of crippled assassins and finally thought today would be easier. And now this?

Which bastard was it this time?

I'll make him pay!

"Chief, there's an intense shootout at the Empire State Building. Someone even used shells!"

Someone hurriedly reported.

"Shells?"

George froze, then flew into a rage. "An RPG? Which idiot dared fire an RPG in the city? Does he have a death wish?"

"Chief, the intelligence is correct. The phone operators' hands are already cramping up."

"Shit!"

George immediately strode out of his office. "What are you standing around for? Move out, now!!"

After the shell mounted on his shoulder was fired.

Inside the Empire State Building, everyone, including Carlos, was stunned.

They had never expected their opponent to go this far!

This was heavy-weapon territory!

The rule in the city was that anyone who deployed heavy weapons was effectively tearing all pretense apart with the city's authorities.

Many people consciously observed this unspoken rule.

Of course, it also had to do with the authorities' strict control over heavy weapons.

There had always been a certain tacit understanding between the underground order and the authorities.

"This is your last chance."

Seeing that no one before him dared move, Anton let out a deep chuckle. His glowing red eyes swept across everyone present once more.

Every one of them stiffened, feeling Batman's terror.

It was clear that Batman was not someone who played by the rules, and he had absolute confidence.

A while later.

The police hurried to the scene.

At the entrance to the Empire State Building, a group of assassins had been tied together and stripped of all their weapons. They sat slumped helplessly on the ground.

Their eyes were filled with fear.

Even when the police cars arrived, they showed no reaction, their expressions still blank.

"Who are these people?"

An officer frowned. He could tell these people were no good, yet they appeared to be victims.

"They're from the Brotherhood!"

"What? Assassins again?"

The officer froze, then hurriedly pulled out his handcuffs.

George Stacy appeared beside them. He was the one who had identified the group.

Looking at the people before him, his head throbbed painfully.

Carlos was a legendary figure in the underground assassin world.

As the Brotherhood's ace assassin, a man who had never failed a mission, even though he had betrayed the Brotherhood, his file had once sat on many desks.

George had previously learned from his informants that there would be a battle within the Brotherhood tonight. He had thought it would not affect the police department, but he had never expected things to escalate this badly.

Heavy weapons in the Empire State Building!

This was no small matter!

Adding their criminal records to the equation, they would at least spend the rest of their lives in prison.

"???"

Those three question marks were all that filled George's mind.

"Who did this?"

"Who caught these Brotherhood members?"

"Who was the bastard who fired the RPG?"

He did not know much about the Brotherhood, but his knowledge of the Continental Hotel, a local enterprise under the High Table, was extraordinary.

After all, the Brotherhood stood one level above the Continental Hotel and was barely on equal footing with the High Table.

By comparison, it was obvious just how shocking it was that this group of world-class Brotherhood assassins had all been captured.

"Chief, look, it's Batman!"

Suddenly, an officer beside him cried out. George snapped back to his senses and stared at the figure atop the Empire State Building, feeling as though he had seen this scene somewhere before.

It was like being thrown back to a few days ago.

"What the fuck, him again?"

George's eyes widened. Looking at the bizarre silhouette overhead, even his breathing quickened.

Whoosh!

The next moment, just as before, the figure vanished from everyone's sight.

The officers all fell silent. Without saying a word, they all felt that the scene from a few days ago had repeated itself.

"Pack it up."

George waved a hand and sighed.

Honestly, there was nothing they could do about this elusive Batman whose identity they still did not know.

"Luckily, there are no reporters today..."

Thinking of that, George let out another long breath, finding at least a little comfort in it.

If New York's citizens learned that Batman had appeared again, captured a group of world-class assassins, and resolved the shootout inside the Empire State Building, the New York Police Department would face another round of mockery from both the media and the public.

As for the people who had called the police, as long as the rumors did not make it into the newspapers or onto the news, the New York Police Department could simply pretend not to see them.

George Stacy was no stranger to this kind of self-deception.

What he did not know was that not far behind them, a man holding a DSLR camera chuckled and revealed a satisfied smile.

"These are good shots. I'll have Anton give out bonuses when I get back."

Eddie snapped away at the Empire State Building and the police at its entrance. Naturally, he did not miss the sight of the Rabbit Armor streaking past the skyscrapers.

Looking at the photos in his camera and imagining tomorrow's front-page headline, he happily packed up and headed home.

Anton really was a good boss!

Knowing Eddie had only just returned to work, he had assigned him such a great job.

"Not bad. Pretty damn good!"

Before the police could react, Eddie slipped away first. However, he did not go home, because he had not yet finished what Anton had instructed him to do.

His next destination was the entrance to the New York Police Department.

Meanwhile.

The Rabbit Armor, which had vanished from the Empire State Building, went straight to Hell's Kitchen, not far from the Empire State Building.

Boom!

The Rabbit Armor barged violently onto a street in Hell's Kitchen.

Its domineering arrival drew the attention of many people.

This was Hell's Kitchen!

"Oh, shit! What is that thing?"

"Hey, this is our turf, not some playground."

"Whatever you want to do, I suggest you think it through."

A group of people rushed out holding guns, aimed at the Rabbit Armor, and pulled the triggers without hesitation.

Bang bang bang!

The bullets ricocheted off the Rabbit Armor's hard shell.

Sparks flew.

The group was completely dumbfounded.

They had never seen anyone cheat like this before. A metal monster?

"This is Kingpin's territory!"

"I'm warning you, behave yourself!"

They were beginning to lose their nerve, but their backing did not allow them to back down.

At the same time.

Inside a building was a secret room.

A white man and a Black man were holding a cordial meeting.

The white man wore a high-end tailored suit. His enormous build made him look extremely "fat," but only a few people knew that his entire body was muscle. He was an incomparably evil, cunning, and unbelievably powerful man.

The Black man looked rather old, but the crafty gleam in his eyes made it clear that he was no one to be trifled with either.

The two men were shaking hands.

"Welcome to my underground kingdom, Brotherhood."

The white man had barely finished speaking when the secret room's door was shoved open. A bald man walked in, with a gun-target tattoo between his brows.

He looked at the two men in the room, ignored their instantly darkened expressions, and spoke bluntly:

"Boss, something happened. Someone broke in."