Chapter 600

Tombstone's abilities were similar to Luke Cage's, each with its own 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 out for hours, and might even kill him through internal bleeding.

How much better could Tombstone fare?

"Bulletproof" sounded impressive,

but it depended on the gun and the blade.

Mike's punch was beyond either of those. It was more like a cannon shot, with all its force focused on a single point.

The only reason Tombstone hadn't died instantly was that Mike had held back.

After all, if Tombstone died in one blow, how could Mike put on a show? 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.

For most people, losing a wife and child would leave them hollow.

Kingpin was grieving, but his mind worked differently from most people's.

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, as the different versions of Peter showed.

They were different people.

Second, Vanessa in another dimension was married to that dimension's Kingpin. So he would be stealing "his own"

wife and making "himself" a cuckold?

What a mess.

Something suddenly felt wrong. Kingpin snapped his head up and, with agility that belied his round figure, grabbed 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.

It was the young man he'd seen on the security feed.

He was