Chapter 453

Tombstone's abilities were similar to Luke Cage's, each with its strengths and weaknesses. In terms of defense alone, there wasn't much difference.

A large-caliber Remington shot to the head would knock Luke Cage unconscious for hours and might even kill him through internal bleeding.

How much better could Tombstone fare?

"Bulletproof" depended on the bullet. And the blade, for that matter.

Mike's punch was beyond the realm of guns and blades. It was more like a cannon, with all its force concentrated at a single point.

The only reason Tombstone hadn't died on the spot was that Mike had held back.

After all, how could Mike make a grand entrance if Tombstone died too quickly?

Kingpin sat 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 would be normal for a man who had lost his wife and child to feel dead inside. Kingpin was grieving, but his mind worked differently from most. He wanted to find two people just like them in another dimension.

But there were two problems.

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

Ultimately, they would be different people.

Second, Vanessa in another dimension was married to that dimension's Kingpin. Would he be stealing his own wife from "himself"? Cuckolding "himself"?

What a mess.

Kingpin suddenly sensed something wrong. He snapped his head up and, with agility that belied his round figure, snatched up the Civilization Cane beside him and aimed it at the young man sitting across from him.

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

This was the young man he