Becoming the Batman of the Marvel Universe

Although he had already guessed that the black-clad men had stormed the police station to silence someone, he still found it difficult to suppress his anger and humiliation when Captain George told him the suspect was already dead.

The dignified head of the Morgan Family dying at the hands of two nameless nobodies was already an immense humiliation. Yet now, they had actually dared to kill the suspect he wanted right under his nose.

A provocation—this was a blatant provocation!

They clearly had not taken him, the heir of the Morgan Family, seriously at all!

This was utterly intolerable! They had gone too far!

If he did not retaliate fiercely, how would he ever establish himself within such a vast family in the future?

This was no longer simply about avenging the original owner's parents. It concerned the dignity of the entire Morgan Family, as well as his authority as its young master!

With that thought, he looked at Captain George with a gloomy expression. "Do you have any information on the other suspect?"

Hearing this, Captain George immediately nodded respectfully. "Yes. We have already determined the other suspect's exact location, but he is in Mexico, so the arrest will take some time."

"There is no need for an arrest. Just tell me his exact location, and I will handle this matter myself.

Honestly, today's events have left me extremely disappointed in your police department's capabilities. A police station was attacked on its own grounds, so many people died, and you are nothing but a bunch of useless fools.

There is no need for your department to interfere in this matter anymore. I will settle it using my own methods." Loren stared coldly at Captain George as he spoke.

Although the middle-aged man before him was the father of his high school classmate, Gwen Stacy, he showed him no courtesy at all. Wrong was wrong, and someone who deserved a scolding had to be scolded.

Captain George also knew that they had performed terribly today. Not only had the police station lost quite a few officers, but several high-ranking officials who had come to curry favor with Loren had also died. It was an enormous failure.

Once accountability was pursued, he would not be able to keep his job as captain at all.

So, as he listened to Loren's reprimand, he did not dare utter a single word in rebuttal.

Although Loren was young and even attended school with his daughter, his status was incomparably noble. He was absolutely not someone people at their level could afford to offend.

Moreover, for some reason, whenever the young man stared at him, he felt a chill run down his back. His instincts told him that Loren was dangerous—extremely dangerous.

Even though he was only eighteen, and even though he looked like a refined young gentleman on the surface.

In the eyes of an old policeman with decades of experience, however, that was merely the boy's disguise.

The real Loren was certainly not as simple as outsiders believed. As for why that was, he had no idea yet.

Perhaps it had something to do with the tragic events he had suffered recently. After all, an eighteen-year-old boy had suddenly lost both his parents and become an orphan.

Such a devastating change would inevitably force someone to mature quickly, but maturing too quickly often drove people toward extremes. In his view, Loren was already showing such signs.

Thinking of this, he could not help but say, "Young Master Loren, today was indeed a mistake on the part of our department. We failed to protect you, and I deeply apologize for that.

But according to our intelligence, the other suspect has taken refuge with a Mexican drug lord. They are heavily armed, and apprehending him will be extremely difficult. For your safety, please leave the arrest to us!"

"I will say it one more time. Just give me the other suspect's information. You do not need to involve yourselves in anything else. Is that clear?" Loren said coldly, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

"Understood." Since Loren had put it that way, Captain George naturally did not dare say anything more. He immediately gave Loren the information on the other suspect.

After receiving the information, Loren did not linger. Under 2B's escort, he immediately returned safely to his estate.

After what had happened today, he immediately realized that relying solely on a general-purpose combat robot for protection was far from enough. In the end, that was external strength, and external strength could always fail one day.

Take what had just happened, for example. Even with 2B protecting him at close range, his cheek had still been injured by the blast, leaving an ugly wound on his face.

Fortunately, the explosion had not been very powerful today. If it had been even slightly stronger, he would probably already be dead. Relying solely on others for protection was absolutely not enough.

Only becoming strong himself was the true path!

In fact, he had considered this issue when he had first transmigrated into this world.

But over the past few days, he had been focused on building 2B and had no energy to think about anything else. Now that 2B had been successfully created, it was time to strengthen himself.

At that thought, a bold idea immediately arose in his mind. Since his background was so similar to Batman's in the DC Universe, why not create a Batsuit for himself?

With his current intelligence and technological means, he could completely recreate Batman's array of high-tech equipment. Then he could become the Batman of the Marvel Universe—the true Dark Knight!

Yes, a true Dark Knight, not someone like Batman who merely sent villains to prison.

If he was sending them anywhere, it would be hell—not some damned prison.

Having made up his mind, he did not hesitate in the slightest and immediately threw himself into developing high-tech equipment.

At the same time, he did not delay on the other front either. While he locked himself in the laboratory to conduct research, 2B headed straight for Mexico on his orders to find the other gunman.

At the Mexican border, several men sat around happily playing cards inside a dilapidated drug-manufacturing plant.

Just then, a silver-haired woman wearing a black blindfold and a Gothic dress strolled through the factory entrance with a katana on her back.

That woman was none other than 2B, whom Loren had sent to find the other suspect.

"Hey, I finally found you. You really ran far away!"

2B's gaze locked onto one of the men playing cards through her military visor.

When they suddenly saw a woman walk into their factory, everyone present was stunned.

This place was forbidden territory. Without permission from above, no outsiders could enter, yet 2B had walked in as though no one was there.

How could they not be stunned?

But within moments, they came to their senses. Miss 2B's appearance was far too strange and completely unreasonable. She was clearly here with ill intent!

Without another thought, they immediately grabbed the firearms beside their seats and aimed them at 2B.

"Stop! Who are you? How did you get in here?"