Chapter 2053: A Knight

Peter didn't come to a strange world without preparation. Any good student would know how to review hard before an exam and prepare all stationery within the scope allowed by the rules.

For this, he even went to find Kingpin.

Kingpin's focus of work had long since left Earth. This heavyweight criminal genius was found frequently entering and leaving Asgard's Xiangong, Kamar-Taj's main hall, the Time Variance Authority director's office, and Arkham Asylum.

Of course, it's not to say that the above forces supported Kingpin in disrupting interstellar society or anything, it's just that in the process of human development, one must always adopt and integrate from multiple sources.

And as for why certain star sectors would unanimously welcome a wave of crime after Kingpin visited once, one can only blame the interstellar security work for not being thorough or timely. What does a small human gang leader know?

When Peter Parker found Kingpin, Kingpin was also very surprised. Ever since there were more Spider-Men in New York, Kingpin almost didn't stay on Earth, to avoid being harassed hundreds of times a day, so there weren't many Spider-Men who could find him.

And Peter also brought a meeting gift that Kingpin felt was very interesting, which was the "Cat Getan Travelogue" written by the former Spider-Man.

Because this Spider-Man who had been to Cat Getan serialized blog posts on the Spider-APP, others who weren't Spider-Man almost had no chance to see them.

When Kingpin first read it, he was amazed. He didn't expect that there was more fertile criminal soil in the world than New York. Whose subordinate was this again?

After a closer look, Kingpin indeed found a clue.

And here, one must talk about Kingpin himself.

Kingpin's battle record wasn't eye-catching, but his most powerful point was that his opponents, besides Spider-Man, were all ruthless people like Daredevil and the Punisher.

And the fact that his criminal empire could stand for many years in a place like New York where demons danced, having been defeated several times and making a comeback several times, was enough to show how much talent he had in crime.

Speaking of which, being able to persist in engaging in traditional crime in an era where superheroes were rampant, he could be considered a fierce general even in Cat Getan. And Kingpin's uniqueness compared to Cat Getan's lunatics was that he wasn't anyone's fan; he was just seeking wealth.

Without love, there would be no hatred born from love, and naturally, he wouldn't occupy too much energy to engage in those useless conspiracies. A scumbag who fell into the money pit was impeccable, because he was pure, so he was powerful.

And as for who in Cat Getan would be most compatible with Kingpin, that was naturally the Penguin, who had the smallest filter for Batman and the largest filter for money.

These two brothers both insisted on engaging in traditional crime amidst the love-hate relationship between superheroes and super-criminals, insisting on walking the old path of gambling, drugs, and prostitution, so they were naturally like-minded.

So the Penguin was amazed when he first saw this plan, really almost singing a line of "This worship, spring breeze encounters a soulmate."

There was another reason why the Penguin was so amazed, and that was that this plan wasn't copied by Peter; he had Kingpin customize it directly.

Kingpin first learned about the general situation in Cat Getan through "Cat Getan Travelogue," then listened to Peter's analysis of "Cat Getan Travelogue," added his own understanding, and finally wrote down this plan with a big brush.

Although there were casual and free places in it, there was no lack of flashes of inspiration. In Kingpin's own words, under the same conditions, if you asked him to write it again, he might not be able to write it so well.

The Penguin didn't know Peter was from another universe, and even less did he know that this kid, who looked no different from that group of hot-blooded young heroes on the outside, could find a criminal master to ghostwrite for him.

So he felt very surprised. This thing couldn't be written without twenty or thirty years of criminal experience. Whether it was the structural framework or the wording, it could be called miraculous. Shouldn't this author be a godfather at least?

But if there was such a person, how could he have never heard of him?

At this time, he heard Peter say somewhat mysteriously: "Mr. Oswald, you should understand better than me that what is sanctioned by law is called crime, and what is not sanctioned is nothing."

The Penguin stared at Peter with wide eyes. Why did these words sound so wrong coming out of this kid's mouth?

He was saying all my lines!

Something's wrong, very wrong.

Peter Parker gave the Penguin a very strange feeling. From every angle, he was that kind of hot-blooded young hero who hung justice on his lips every day.

But what he did was completely different from his image and temperament, and even when mentioning this, there was no feeling of shame or guilt, like a person whose moral values had been completely distorted.

He felt he was upholding justice, but his standard for justice was completely distorted.

This kind of person couldn't be met casually on the street. To achieve this effect, one must be cultivated from childhood. So the question is, who cultivated him?

At first, the Penguin also suspected that Peter was made by Scarecrow, but as a fellow patient at Arkham Asylum, how could the Penguin not know how much Scarecrow weighed?

If Jonathan Crane could write this kind of plan, the leader of the Oswald family, the Penguin, would give it to him to sit on.

Then a speculation that made people break out in a cold sweat appeared in the Penguin's mind—the plan was written by Batman, and Peter Parker was cultivated by Batman.

Batman had been playing a big game from beginning to end.

From the perspective of a bystander, Batman's actions over the years were very strange, already strangely beyond the scope of normal people. No matter how you looked at it, it didn't look like something a super genius who could invent so many advanced devices could do.

Batman wasn't without friends. Didn't these people persuade him? One went crazy, but they couldn't all go crazy, right? It was impossible that everyone around him didn't see that the truly effective way to save Cat Getan wasn't playing games with lunatics, right?

The Penguin suspected, is it that I thought too shallowly?

He refocused his attention on the plan. After reading it carefully again, the Penguin was even more certain of his speculation.

Most of the points mentioned in this plan hit the nail on the head, and the solution ideas had no problems at all. However, there was still a slight deficiency in actual execution, as if this person hadn't really been to Cat Getan, so he didn't understand some details.

This made perfect sense. No matter how genius Batman was, he was just talking on paper. There was no venue on the entire East Coast for him to actually operate. Even if he could see through all situations with extremely high wisdom and guide them secretly, he was definitely lacking in details.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that all aspects matched up. The Penguin couldn't help but have his heart beat wildly.

If Batman had been secretly cultivating Peter Parker and recruited many real young heroes as cover, then now that Peter had come out, did it mean Batman really intended to move?

Danger or opportunity?

Huge danger... huge opportunity!

No crime lord lacks the courage to gamble. The Penguin gritted his teeth, stared at Peter, and asked, "What do you want me to do?"

As soon as Peter opened his mouth, the Penguin knew he had bet right—"Try every means to let your partners know that the military and the FBI have both failed in Cat Getan."

United States, Washington D. C., FBI Headquarters, 10:00 PM.

The sound of hurried high heels rang at the end of the corridor. Bruce Wei En had just followed the agent around the corner when he saw Amanda Waller's face, which was as black as the bottom of a pot.

"This way, Mr. Wei En. You really gave us a big surprise." Amanda's voice sank to the bottom, but she still reached out toward the office next to her.

Bruce glanced at her and walked in first. He didn't expect Amanda to come in alone. After walking in, she held the doorknob and said to the agent outside the door: "Guard here, don't let anyone near. Wait until I call you before opening the door."

With a bang, the door was closed. When Amanda turned around, the muscles in her arms were still trembling.

She turned around just in time to see Bruce Wei En standing under the only top light, the upper half of his face completely submerged in shadows, his posture relaxed, turning the pinky ring on his right hand with his left hand.

The family crest on the family pinky ring was exceptionally piercing. Amanda swallowed, took a deep breath, stared coldly at Bruce, and said, "I don't know what you want to do, Mr. Wei En, but you touched the bottom line."

Bruce Wei En didn't make a sound, because he wanted to know what Amanda was referring to. He could see that this woman's current emotion was panic, and she was just pretending to be calm at this moment, so he didn't need to ask, she would naturally say it.

"I know Cat Getan is your territory, but you can't use it to kidnap all of us. This is immoral! Bruce Wei En!"

Bruce remained silent, but he was as good at oppressing others with silence as he was bad at speaking.

And Amanda clearly couldn't bear any more pressure.

"I don't know what you did to them, Anginfr, Lyle, or even Sal Nobus! You are simply crazy, Bruce Wei En. You know this damn thing is not something that can be brought to the table!"

"You want to blackmail me, huh? I really misjudged you!" Amanda gritted her teeth and said, "If all this is your conspiracy, I can only say, you won, Wei En!"

"Twenty years! You waited twenty years just to eat us all in one bite!" The muscles in Amanda's neck began to spasm, and she nodded uncontrollably, saying, "Very good, you did it. Do you want me to throw you a celebration party?"

And Bruce Wei En was still looking at her silently.

Bruce was thinking, since when did the people around him start to learn to talk to themselves?

Batman finally ate his own bitter fruit partially, his head stuffed with a bunch of words without cause or effect. The other party not only didn't explain, but also kept saying with body language, "You should know more than I do."

This was usually what Batman would do.

But Batman really didn't understand what Amanda was talking about now. He had an impression of the few names she mentioned, but not much. Most of them were family business surnames. The business was probably big, but not as big as the Wei En family.

Next, Amanda said some names he was more familiar with.

"I really don't understand, how could you convince Steven, that old antique?" Amanda seemed to be pouring out her emotions completely. She said, "Even General Raven couldn't move him. That guy is a stone in a latrine, motionless for thirty years!"

This name, combined with this description, immediately reminded Batman of a shareholder of Wei En Enterprises, and an old shareholder who was only half a generation younger than his grandfather. He didn't hold many shares, but at least he held shares in five other large companies of the same level.

"And Roanna, he ran to France and didn't forget to come back and see what price you offered him. Did you pack up your rumored girlfriend?"

Another shareholder of Wei En Enterprises, Batman thought. He didn't show up at the shareholders' meeting often, but he mastered some rare metal import and export channels in NATO countries. In his impression, he was a silent but pragmatic man.

"Falanna! For God's sake, I almost feel like you agreed to let this German build a concentration camp in Cat Getan! He put a knife to our necks, you directed it!"

A German, or an Austrian, Batman remembered. This one was familiar, but he always put forward some whimsical ideas and couldn't get along with Bruce Wei En.

What did the board of directors of Wei En Enterprises do?

Just as Batman was thinking about this question, Amanda finally finished venting. She sighed long, crossed her arms, and looked at Batman.

"Alright, don't waste time. Since you've figured it out, let's talk about business."

"You took away the FBI's power to choose to turn a blind eye to certain transactions, and lit a fire on the head of our boss. What do you plan to use to settle this?"