In Hell's Kitchen, Batman was six hundred meters away from the miniature tracker he'd placed on the Cat Burglar.
However, the Oracle AI in the Batmobile issued a warning: the tracker had been destroyed, which meant the Cat Burglar might be in danger.
Without a second thought, the Batmobile's roof opened while it was still speeding, and the electromagnetic ejection device in the seat launched Batman's body diagonally upward.
With the help of his Batarang and Peter Parker's strength, Batman quickly ascended to the rooftop of a building.
On the night he'd arrested Scorpion Mike and the driver Walker, Batman had already memorized the map of Kingpin's most likely hideout. He knew exactly where he could get a direct view of the sixteen-story low-rise building and what the quickest attack route would be.
"Kingpin was taken down by that Bat, with most of his bones shattered."
"If I were him, I'd rather off myself than spend the rest of my life as a cripple."
Bullseye Lester stood in what used to be Kingpin's office, five meters away from the Cat Burglar.
He was no longer wearing a black suit, but a dark blue jumpsuit with a black trench coat over it.
Tossing the miniature tracker up and down in his hand, Bullseye's face showed no trace of a smile.
"Schultz is a great inventor; he can make canes for Kingpin, and he can also whip up some handy weapons for me."
"He has no interest in taking over the forces Kingpin left behind, but you're different, Cat Burglar."
The Cat Burglar slowly shook her head, eyeing the miniature tracker in Bullseye's hand as she said, "I have no intention of competing with you for control of Hell's Kitchen's forces."
"Yeah, you won't."
Bullseye set the miniature tracker down on Kingpin's desk, then picked up a hood from the desk and pulled it over his face.
The Cat Burglar clenched her fingers, not daring to hesitate. Taking advantage of the moment when Bullseye's hood covered his eyes, she lunged forward, her fingertips—encased in her black leather outfit—extending into talons that gleamed with a cold glint.
Bullseye was Kingpin's top assassin and killer; he had far more ways to end a life than the Cat Burglar did.
The Cat Burglar had only learned martial arts and combat from her father since childhood, and her fighting experience paled in comparison to Bullseye's.
But Bullseye was the one who had directly killed her father. Now that Kingpin and Scorpion Mike were in prison, the Cat Burglar's remaining enemies were only Schultz and Bullseye.
With the mastermind Kingpin overthrown, the Cat Burglar no longer expected Batman to keep helping her. She had decided to take matters into her own hands.
However, even with Bullseye's eyes covered, he seemed to know every one of the Cat Burglar's movements.
The Cat Burglar couldn't even make out Bullseye's hand speed clearly; she only saw a blurred shadow of his arm swing, and the miniature tracker that had been on the table was hurled at her with pinpoint accuracy, like a bullet.
The Cat Burglar dodged, but she halted her advance, not daring to make another reckless move.
As Bullseye finished pulling on his hood, a new face emerged, with everything but his chin concealed. The hood was dark blue, featuring three concentric circles right in the center of his forehead.
It looked just like a target.
At the same time, Batman had reached the top of a building six hundred meters away. Peter Parker's keen eyesight allowed him to spot Bullseye's figure behind the glass window.
At that moment, Bullseye's fingertips held several playing cards, and the seemingly flimsy paper was enough to make the Cat Burglar freeze in place.
Her father's cause of death had been a playing card slicing his throat; she knew Bullseye could turn those flying cards into lethal weapons.
"The Batarang can't reach that far, and it'll take time for me to get over there. I need something with enough mass that I can throw."
Batman had no means of attack from this distance. He glanced left and right, then slammed his fist hard into a nearby wall, breaking off half a brick from the shattered hole.
"I need to calculate the trajectory, wind speed, and gravity, pick the best throwing angle and timing, and ensure it's a bullseye."
"My strength can't be too much or too little; the brick has to shatter the glass and keep going, hitting Bullseye right on the forehead."
With no time for further deliberation, Batman gripped the brick after running the calculations, drew his arm back, and hurled it with a fierce swing!
With a muffled thud, the brick shot out like a cannonball, vanishing from sight.
"Are you a police informant? Or an undercover from another gang?" Bullseye didn't rush to throw the playing cards, speaking calmly. "You..."
Bang!
Before Bullseye could finish his sentence, a palm-sized brick suddenly flew in from outside Kingpin's office window, shattering the glass and striking the bullseye mark on Bullseye's forehead with perfect accuracy!
One moment, Bullseye was speaking at a leisurely pace, as if he had the Cat Burglar completely under his thumb, and the next, he was struck by the unexpected brick right on the bullseye of his forehead, collapsing to the ground in an instant!
The Cat Burglar instinctively crouched down to take cover, but her eyes couldn't help drifting to the brick fragments that had shattered into countless pieces after impacting Bullseye's forehead.
"Where did that brick come from?" That was her only thought in that moment.
Whoosh!
Batman's figure burst through the window. He glanced at Bullseye, who lay unconscious on the ground with a fractured forehead from the brick.
Even someone as composed as Batman fell silent for a moment, staring at the bullseye mark on Bullseye's forehead.
"You must be wondering why he drew a target on his head," the Cat Burglar said as she spotted Batman, rising from her hiding spot.
Batman nodded almost imperceptibly.
"To be honest, I don't know either."
The Cat Burglar gave Bullseye a kick with her foot, then found some rope and bound him tightly before continuing.
"Where's Schultz?" Batman shifted his attention away from the guy who'd been knocked out in one hit, instead asking the Cat Burglar about Schultz's whereabouts.
"I don't know," the Cat Burglar answered honestly. "After Kingpin was defeated by you at the Osborn Group, Schultz vanished."
"By the way, were you the one who worked with the president and lawyer from that security company to accuse Kingpin?"
Batman didn't deny it. He reinforced the bindings on Bullseye with black spider silk to make sure the Cat Burglar's ropes were secure enough, then said, "I need your cooperation."
"What kind of cooperation?"
Batman's voice was unusually low, but his words made the Cat Burglar's eyes brighten. "Announce that you defeated Bullseye, take full control of Kingpin's forces, and rally those gang members for a fake territory expansion operation."
"Then let the police sweep in and round them all up."
"What about you?" The Cat Burglar asked quickly, afraid Batman might vanish again before she could finish.
"I have other plans."
With that, Batman's wide cape billowed, and his figure disappeared out the window.
It was a long night, and Batman was about to make his move on S.H.I.E.L.D.
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