Chapter 42: Night Visit to Kingpin

"Europe's problem is that we" an executive wants to explain the situation.

Bruce waved his hand: "I know the problems in the city, we can't solve them. I just remind you that it's best to explain everything."

The executives said nothing further.

They now understood that this person only looked out of place, but in fact he knew the current situation of the company better than any of them.

"How is the Brooklyn issue being resolved?" Bruce changed the subject and asked the head of the previously established foundation.

"Since this was caused by Mr. Fisk, the New York government now requires us to take all responsibility." The head of the foundation felt a headache when he thought of this.

The explosion of the collider caused great damage to Brooklyn.

The problem has already spread to several subway lines.

Obviously, if the New York government really puts all the responsibility on them, it will cost a lot of money.

"Who said that?" If Bruce remembered correctly, Kingpin money should be enough to rebuild Brooklyn in today's New York.

After all, from any angle, this matter was caused by Kingpin himself.

It has nothing to do with the company.

"The call was made personally by the mayor of New York City." The person in charge naturally said what he thought.

Moreover, he himself was a little puzzled by this kind of thing. Logically speaking, the involvement of a city councillor was already the maximum extent possible.

But now even the mayor of New York City has taken action, which is always a bit surprising.

Bruce is probably aware that everyone in New York City's top leadership is in danger right now.

Wilson Fisk is now in jail, but the evidence of their crimes in Wilson Fisk's hands has not been found.

This matter inevitably makes them a little cautious now.

They wanted to kill Kingpin, but they were also afraid that all their ugly deeds would be exposed after Kingpin death.

All we can do now is to let the current Kane Group take the blame.

"I will take care of this matter, but for those who were victimized in Brooklyn, everything must be implemented properly." Bruce stood up.

"The meeting is adjourned."

After saying this, Bruce was ready to leave.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a secretary waiting for Bruce.

"Sir, a policeman wants to tell you something." The secretary handed the phone to Bruce.

"Hello." Bruce answered the phone in a calm voice.

"Mr. Kane, I'm very sorry about your car..." The police was interrupted by Bruce just as he was about to explain the situation of Bruce's car.

"I know, my car was smashed. That's Spider-Man's problem, not yours."

The word "uh" made the police not know what to say for a moment.

"Anything else?"

The policeman on the other end of the phone was completely disrupted by Bruce's words.

"Click."

Bruce hung up the phone immediately.

"Buy another one." After returning the phone to the secretary, Bruce left only these words and went upstairs.

"Yes, Mr. Kane."

The secretary watched Bruce slowly disappear from her sight.

The light behind those glasses revealed a deep scrutiny of Bruce.

Back in his office, Bruce just sat quietly in the chair with his eyes closed.

Some things require the deployment of bats.

The dark night completely enveloped New York.

As a prison for serious criminals, Clinton Prison has always been heavily guarded.

But even such a prison has had its share of mishaps, with people escaping from it.

That incident prompted Clinton Prison to further improve its security, and now it has become one of the most stringent prisons in New York City.

However, today, there is destined to be some very bad news here again.

But this time, it was no longer someone going from inside to outside, but someone coming from outside to inside.

"Lights out!!"

As soon as the prison guard's voice sounded, the originally bright prison cell suddenly became dim.

Everything seemed to be dragged out from hell.

At the other end of the prison, the person in the cell did not show any impact, and the lights in his cell were still bright.

Even items that are banned by the prison can be seen in his cell.

But he just put it out there so openly.

But no one would criticize what he did.

Even the prison guards.

The person imprisoned in this prison is Wilson Fisk.

Once the underground king of New York.

Even in prison, Kingpin still maintained his arrogant demeanor, and even had the bodyguard by his side.

Tombstone is still protecting his boss.

Suddenly the lights above their heads flickered.

Kingpin looked at the lights above his head and smiled.

I don't know when the prison door was opened.

A figure appeared in their prison like a ghost.

Tombstone subconsciously wanted to attack, but the bat was obviously much faster than him.

The heavy punch once again hit his nose, which had just almost healed, and bright red blood flowed down.

The bat obviously did not complete the action, grabbing the head of the tombstone and slamming it directly into the prison wall.

"It seems that our bat is very angry." Kingpin didn't care about the appearance of the tombstone at all.

"Let me think about it. You must have come to me because of Brooklyn's matter." Kingpin acted quite calmly.

"Well, those government guys should make you feel pretty uncomfortable." Kingpin said to Bat confidently.

"Those guys have no influence on me. I just came to tell you that your future is likely to be staying in this prison until you die." Bat shook his head and walked straight to Kingpin.

Kingpin stood up quite bravely.

But when he stood up, he still had a limp.

Apparently, the kick from Bat on his knee had made his legs no longer as good as they used to be.

"What can you do? I will get out sooner or later." With a height of two meters, Kingpin was still able to look down on the bat.

But the bat just shook his head.

"Tomorrow morning, every government official you have any connection to will be impeached, and there's a good chance some of them will be your neighbors."

The bat moved closer to Kingpin's figure.

"Don't worry, your underground kingdom won't last long."

Looking at the bat so close to him, Kingpin suddenly raised his arms and swung them, trying to catch the bat.

But it was all in vain.

The bat has left his prison.

He even closed the prison door.

"New York, it won't be yours." All Kingpin could do was roar at the bat.

However, the bat had already disappeared.

(End of this chapter)