Kill That Damn Kid

"An Anti-Gravity Drone? The kind that could stay by 2B's side at all times and fire bullets and lasers?"

As he listened to the system notification echoing in his mind, an image immediately formed in Loren's head.

In the game Nier: Automata, there was a small flying device resembling a surveillance camera.

Though this flying device was small, it was incredibly fast, and more importantly, heavily armed. Besides firing conventional bullets, it could also launch laser cannons for long-range strikes, with tremendous power.

It perfectly made up for 2B's lack of long-range attack options. It would also remain by her side at all times, automatically scouting enemies from every direction and protecting her.

It was easy to see just how valuable an Anti-Gravity Drone like this was. If 2B were equipped with one, her combat power would undoubtedly rise to another level.

And now that he was also building his own Batman Suit, he could equip it on himself as well when the time came.

With that, the combat power he could unleash would be far beyond anything Batman of the DC Universe could compare to.

Beyond that, anti-gravity technology could also be applied to transportation, aerospace, military industry, and other fields. This was super-advanced technology capable of transforming the world's existing transportation systems.

Once it was developed, the Morgan Family would not merely become the largest financial conglomerate in America. By then, the entire planet might not have a single rival capable of opposing them. Perhaps only Wakanda, the source of Vibranium, would have the strength to compete.

At that thought, anticipation surged within him, and he immediately threw himself into the work.

He could not build a production line in a short time, but if it was merely a single Anti-Gravity Drone, then with his current technology and ability to consolidate resources, it was entirely achievable.

So he did not waste a moment and immediately began construction.

In the chairman's office of Kingpin Tower in New York, an exceptionally tall bald man wore a white suit. His body was so powerfully built that the suit looked as though it might burst apart at any moment.

This extraordinarily muscular bald man was none other than Kingpin, the underworld emperor of New York and even all of America.

Kingpin's real name was Wilson Grant Fisk. In a certain parallel universe of Marvel, he was Daredevil's greatest enemy, as well as the mortal foe of heroes such as Spider-Man and Punisher.

He was meticulous and far more intelligent than ordinary people. More than ninety percent of his body was muscle, giving him terrifying strength; he could punch through a wall with his bare hands. He was also a world-class martial artist, making him an extremely troublesome opponent.

In the Marvel Universe where Loren lived, Kingpin's identity was no different. He was still the underworld emperor of New York and America, with influence reaching everywhere. Yet at this moment, his expression was exceptionally grim.

"Boss, word came from Mexico. We found that kid Will's trail, but he's already dead."

Not far from Kingpin, a pale-faced man reported respectfully. This man was one of Kingpin's lackeys, Tombstone.

"Dead? How did he die?" Hearing that the man named Will was dead, Kingpin set down the fountain pen in his hand, stopped signing documents, and frowned at Tombstone.

"According to the intelligence sent back, a silver-haired woman suddenly appeared at the drug factory where Will was hiding, and she killed him.

"Apparently, not only did that woman kill Will, she also killed more than a dozen drug dealers. In the end, she even burned down the entire drug factory. The man who took Will in suffered heavy losses."

"A silver-haired woman? Was it the one who appeared at the police station yesterday?" Kingpin was not especially concerned about Will's death. After all, Will had merely been one of his underlings. Dead was dead.

The reason he had sent people to search for Will's whereabouts was to silence him. Since Will was already dead, it had actually worked in his favor.

But now, hearing Tombstone mention that silver-haired woman, he immediately became alert. Just yesterday, the men he had sent to attack the police station had also died at the hands of a silver-haired woman.

According to intelligence from the informant he had planted in the police station, that silver-haired woman was the private secretary of Loren Morgan, heir to the Morgan Family.

That meant Loren had found Will before him. Had Loren obtained the information he wanted from Will?

If so, then things here would likely not remain peaceful.

As he considered this, his expression became even uglier. The direction this matter was taking had clearly begun to slip beyond his control.

"Yes, it was the same silver-haired woman who appeared at the police station yesterday. She works for Loren Morgan, so the Morgan Family most likely already knows we were involved in this."

Tombstone's expression was equally dark. The two gunmen who had shot the Morgan Family head had been sent by him, so if the truth behind this matter was exposed, he would undoubtedly be the first to suffer the consequences.

Listening to Tombstone's words, Kingpin clenched his fists. Then he slammed one fist down onto the desk before him. The tremendous force instantly smashed the entire desk in half.

"You know that woman belongs to the Morgan Family, yet you useless bastard still let this happen! If you hadn't failed to handle things properly and silence them in time, would we be in this situation now?"

Veins bulged across Kingpin's forehead in rage. He wanted nothing more than to kill Tombstone on the spot. He had repeatedly emphasized that this matter had to be handled cleanly and efficiently, yet in the end, the mistake had come from one of their own.

Hearing Kingpin's furious roar, Tombstone did not dare refute him with a single word. He merely lowered his head and endured the tirade.

He knew perfectly well that he had indeed failed. According to the original plan, after the two gunmen completed their mission, he was supposed to kill them immediately to silence them and prevent any information from leaking.

But who could have expected those two underlings to be so clever? After carrying out the assassination, rather than foolishly returning to collect their reward, they had fled on the spot.

That caused his follow-up plan to fail, leading to the current situation. So he could understand why his boss was so furious.

"Boss, I truly mishandled this. Those two punks were too cunning. If I'd known, I would've handled it myself back then," Tombstone said with his head lowered, his face filled with fear.

"Shut up. I don't want to hear your meaningless excuses. According to the original plan, Loren Morgan, the sole heir of the Morgan Family, should have died along with his parents. I never expected that bastard to be lucky enough not to be there at the time.

"But now that things have reached this point, we can only continue with the original plan. Gather our men and head to Morgan Manor immediately. Kill that damn kid for me." Kingpin's eyes were filled with madness.

At those words, a ruthless glint flashed through Tombstone's eyes as well. "Understood. I'll gather the men right away. Loren Morgan definitely won't live to see tomorrow's sun." Tombstone nodded and quickly left the room.