Chapter 452

Tombstone's abilities were similar to Luke Cage's. Each had his strengths and weaknesses, but when it came to defense alone, there wasn't much difference.

A large-caliber Remington blast to the head would knock Luke Cage out for hours. He might even die from internal bleeding.

How much better could Tombstone fare?

"Bulletproof" depended on the gun and the blade.

The force of Mike's punch had gone beyond guns and blades. It was more like a cannon, with all its power focused on a single point.

Tombstone hadn't died on the spot only because Mike had held back.

After all, how could Mike show off in front of everyone if Tombstone died instantly?

Kingpin sat alone in his office, looking as grief-stricken as a man who had lost his wife and child.

In fact, he had lost his wife and child.

Kingpin was no ordinary man.

It was normal for a man who had lost his wife and child to feel hollow inside. Kingpin was grieving too, but his mind worked differently. He wanted to find two identical replacements in another dimension.

There were two problems with that.

First, looking identical didn't mean they had lived the same lives or thought the same way. Just look at the different versions of Peter.

They were different people in the end.

Second, Vanessa in another dimension was married to that dimension's Kingpin. Wouldn't taking her mean stealing his "own" wife from "himself"?

What a mess.

Kingpin suddenly sensed something wrong. His head snapped up, and with agility that belied his round frame, he snatched up the Civilization Cane beside him and aimed it at the young man sitting opposite him.

The cane concealed mechanisms that could fire bullets, lasers, poison gas, and smoke grenades.

This was the young man Kingpin had seen on