Chapter 2321

Deadpool swooshed to the opposite side of Spider-Man, straddling his legs and shaking his head, looking left and right, seemingly wanting to know where the killer was, and finally looked at Deathstroke in horror.

Deathstroke was also somewhat confused. It wasn't him who fired the shot!

Besides, what necessity did he have to fire a shot at a concert? He was a killer, not a terrorist. Why waste bullets without a target? In the case of performing a mission, one of his bullets is worth millions of US dollars.

He subconsciously went to touch the gun at his waist, but don't forget, the vast majority of Spider-Men live in Queens, where the security situation is worrying. Seeing someone touch a gun, what instinctive reaction could they have?

With a few "whoosh whoosh" sounds, more than a dozen spider webs fired simultaneously pasted Deathstroke's face. Countless sticky spider webs directly changed the color of his armor. Looking closely, one could barely see it was Deathstroke; looking from afar, one would think it was White-Can.

"Spider-Man!!!!!!"

When Deathstroke's angry roar rang out, the field instantly became a mess. More Spider-Men heard the movement and rushed over, but they encountered many freaks who had stress reactions on the way.

The cars that Flash and Peter saw on the road before were all driven from Black Island. Quite a few mercenaries and killers also liked rap very much. At this time, there was no lack of their figures in the field.

The killers who could gain a foothold on Black Island were all experienced and battle-hardened. The moment they heard the gunshot, they entered a combat posture. Ordinary people all ran out in a hurry, but Spider-Men joined the battlefield instead, naturally becoming the targets they intercepted.

For a time, fists and feet flew in the audience area, but Gwen Spider-Man, who lifted the fallen 2Pac to the backstage, discovered that he stood up like nothing happened.

"I wasn't shot," he indicated, "Bruce gave me a signal, I knew how to cooperate."

Gwen Spider-Man breathed a sigh of relief, but soon she frowned again. The gunshot just now was real. If it was really a professional killer firing, it was unlikely to miss completely.

At this time, several children had rushed to the backstage, panting and looking at 2Pac, saying, "Are you okay? Did someone want to assassinate you?"

"They didn't want to assassinate; this already counts as murder."

At this time, Bruce had already dashed to the side door with quick steps, stood on the side, and pointed the stun gun straight at a person's waist. The other party fell to the ground in response. Bruce grabbed him up, carried him all the way to the car he was driving, and parked it next to it.

He moved the person onto the car, picked up the phone, and said to the other side, "Selina, don't be busy fighting first, drive your car to pick the children back, I'll go back later."

Hanging up the phone, Bruce drove onto the intercity highway, took out the phone to dial, and said to the other end, "Hello, Amanda, I caught the killer, yes, caught alive, but not a powerful character. Where are you now? Okay, I'll be there immediately."

Bruce drove all the way to the other end of the city and met Amanda in an apartment in the marginal community. She was no different from when she was alive, and even looked better than at that time.

Seeing the person Bruce carried over, she didn't talk nonsense, closed the apartment door quickly, pulled the curtains quickly, and said, "My parents' death had something fishy. I only found out after seeing them in hell that my own uncle was a member of the Black Panther Party. He was wanted by the FBI and had been hiding in my house."

"Later he left, but my parents still kept helping him financially. Before they died, my father discovered that his bank statement had three unexplained inquiry records, and my mother also saw that the garage door lock seemed to have been moved."

"You left the FBI?"

"Of course, I'm not stupid. Staying there now is looking for death." Amanda's movements were fast, quickly cleaning out the bathtub, and together with Bruce, lifted the person who was still unconscious into it.

"Do you think your family was..."

Amanda's movements suddenly stopped. She looked at Bruce with glowing eyes and said, "Do you think it is?"

Bruce appeared very cautious, obviously having gone through a series of comprehensive considerations, and said, "The possibility is very high. After all, the situation of black people in that era was worse. Even if the whole family died, no one would try their best to investigate. There was no need to have any scruples when acting."

Amanda said nothing, lowered her head, and continued to work, as if she wasn't surprised at all by this result. Bruce also said while taking off the killer's clothes, "Have you listened to the new songs recently?"

"Haven't had time yet, any recommendations?"

"You can listen to the top two on the popular chart. I think it's not bad. Of course, the 11th place on the album chart is also okay."

"You released a new song?"

"That's not it, they are much more powerful than me."

The two quickly took off the clothes on the killer. Amanda found a familiar tattoo logo on the back of this killer.

"He comes from Mexico," Amanda said, "This is an obvious tattoo of the American primitive shamanic faith."

"Penitence Cartel?"

"I'm afraid so." Amanda threw the clothes to the side and said, "What can be determined now is that this organization has been doing dirty work for the FBI. Perhaps this is also the reason why they were able to develop into the largest cross-border drug trafficking organization between the US and Mexico. Everything is the indulgence of law enforcement agencies."

"Are you feeling disappointed?"

"When I swore to my badge, I once believed for a moment that this was a country ruled by law. As long as I maintained the law, I could maintain justice."

"In the process of working, I gradually discovered that the law for different people is different. Some people have the right to interpret the law, some don't, some people can manipulate the law, some can't, some people have the means to formulate laws, some don't. This is not only unjust, but also can't be called fair."

"Later, I gradually thought that at least the violent law enforcement agencies that maintain the authority of the law could greatly reduce the probability of vicious crimes, making potential criminals have fear and scruples. This is also the meaning of my continuing to work."

"But now, what have they done?" Amanda stepped out of the bathtub, staring at the tattoo on the killer's body and said, "They create crime, but don't strike at crime, spending all their energy on striking at crime on killing ordinary people like my family, and then find ways to cover up all of this, making people know nothing, whitewashing peace."

Bruce was silent. He knew Amanda didn't need help or an answer; she just wanted to say all of this.

"But I don't feel anger and sadness now. I'm just thinking about how exactly to solve these problems, because everything is still happening."

"They sent another killer. This time, which family suffered? Next time, the time after next? If we always go on like this, when the crisis truly arrives, who can we count on?"

This made Bruce look sideways. Amanda looked at him and said, "I talked to a person named Nick Fury for a long time. He made some very successful careers in his universe, but the method..."

"Sword goes off the beaten path?"

"More like using scissors to hack people to death," Amanda sighed and said, "From his words, I can tell that his universe is much more developed than ours. These are all things in recent years, showing that this kind of strategy can be successful."

"You hope you can replicate it?"

"And this needs your help."

Bruce didn't answer her immediately, just looked at the person in the bathtub and said, "First ask what his background is, and what he wanted to do at the concert just now."

The two quickly woke the killer up. As expected, this guy really came from the Penitence Cartel, but was just a small fry. The task the FBI gave him was also very simple: kill one of the two rap singers on the East and West Coasts.

This guy thought 2Pac had no defense when performing on stage, so he rushed over and fired a burst of shots, but didn't expect to be taken down before even firing a shot.

But because his rank was too low, he was just cannon fodder and didn't know what the whole plan was like. But this couldn't stop Batman. Bruce thought for a moment and said.

"Killing one of them is enough, which means as long as one is killed, both are finished. It seems they want to frame the other party by assassinating one side. This can not only make black people lose an important channel for voicing opinions but also make the groups have internal conflicts."

He looked at Amanda again and said, "To achieve your goal, like that universe, establishing a super-powered management organization that is transcendent and independent, one must weaken the FBI as much as possible, making everyone believe that there are some things the FBI can't manage."

"What do you want to do?" Amanda narrowed her eyes and asked. Actually, both of them understood what she was asking. If there wasn't Hydra, S. H. I. E. L. D. might not necessarily have such a high status and such great permission. Raising bandits to respect themselves has been the best strategy since ancient times.

"My bottom line is not to sacrifice ordinary people," Bruce said, "So terrorist attacks or something, definitely don't think about it."

"Court of Owls?"

"That's not a super-powered criminal organization."

"Wait, a super-powered criminal organization might not be very suitable for our universe, but to say a special criminal organization..." Amanda touched her chin and said, "Remember Schiller's Serial Killer Club?"

"You mean..."

The two looked at each other and turned their heads together to look at the killer who was shivering in the corner of the room.

The pointer turned to 9 o'clock sharp in the evening. Gordon, who had been busy all day, stretched and shouted at the room, "Barbara, Barbara, are you ready? If you don't hurry up, we won't be able to reach the beach before 9:30."

Barbara walked out of the room, but it wasn't Barbara, the daughter of the main universe Gordon, but her mother in this universe, that is, Gordon's ex-girlfriend. She also took the opportunity of the music festival to come back.

"I was just watching the news in the room," Barbara fiddled with her phone and said, "Someone fired a shot at a famous rap singer at the concert that just ended. He is still being rescued and his life is uncertain."

Gordon immediately walked quickly to watch the news with Barbara. He just wanted to say something, when the phone in his pocket also rang.

"What? Found a body?... Okay, I know, I'll go over now."

Gordon walked over to take his coat. After putting on the coat, he hugged Barbara and kissed her forehead and said, "Sorry, a body was found in the South District. The state of death is very peculiar. I must go see it. I'm really sorry, I can't go to the beach to have a drink with you."

Barbara waved her hand and said, "I knew it would be like this long ago. This city never has a day of peace, the same as before."

Gordon smiled, kissed Barbara's cheek again, took equipment like his phone and walkie-talkie, and walked out of the door quickly.

On the way, he picked up his phone and said to the other side, "Hello? Professor Schiller?... Oh, it's doctor, we found a body, you... what? Appearance fee?"

"Sorry, I suddenly remembered that I also have some research on criminal investigation, temporarily not needed, thank you."