"Anti-gravity drone? The one that follows 2B around all the time and can fire bullets and lasers? Pod?"
At the sound of the system prompt in his mind, Loren immediately pictured it.
In the game NieR: Automata, there's a small flying device that resembles a surveillance probe. Though compact in size, it moves at incredible speeds and packs formidable firepower. In addition to firing conventional bullets, it can unleash laser cannons for long-range strikes—making it extremely powerful.
This perfectly compensates for 2B's lack of long-range capabilities. The drone constantly follows her, automatically scanning the environment in all directions, detecting threats, and providing full escort support.
Clearly, such an anti-gravity drone is invaluable. Equipping it to 2B would significantly boost her combat effectiveness.
And now, as Loren worked on his own Batsuit, he realized he could integrate a similar drone into his own arsenal.
With it, his combat power would far surpass that of Batman in the DC Universe.
The thought filled him with excitement, and he immediately began construction.
He couldn't build an entire production line in such a short time—but creating a single anti-gravity drone was entirely feasible with his current technological resources and integration capabilities.
Without hesitation, he got to work.
In the chairman's office of the Kingpin Building in New York, an unusually tall, bald man stood clad in a crisp white suit. His massive frame strained the fabric to its limits, as if it might burst at any moment.
This powerfully built man was none other than Wilson Grant Fisk—better known as Kingpin, the undisputed crime lord of New York and, by extension, the entire United States.
In the Marvel universe Loren inhabited, Kingpin's role remained unchanged: he was still the underworld kingpin, wielding vast influence and connections. But right now, his expression was anything but calm.
"Boss, we've got news from Mexico," a pale man reported respectfully from a short distance away. "Will's whereabouts have been confirmed—but he's dead."
The man was Tombstone, one of Kingpin's most trusted lieutenants.
"Dead? How?" Kingpin set down his pen, having just been signing a document, and looked up at Tombstone with a furrowed brow.
"According to our intel, a silver-haired woman appeared suddenly at the drug factory where Will was hiding—and killed him. She didn't stop there. She also eliminated over a dozen dealers and burned the entire facility to the ground. The man who'd been sheltering Will suffered heavy losses."
"The silver-haired woman… Is she the same one who showed up at the police station yesterday?"
Kingpin wasn't particularly troubled by Will's death. After all, Will had been just another disposable subordinate. In fact, Kingpin had already sent men to silence him—so his death was almost convenient.
But the mention of the silver-haired woman immediately put him on high alert. Just the day before, several of his operatives had been killed at the police station by a woman matching that exact description.
According to his informant inside the precinct, that woman was Loren Morgan's personal secretary—the heir to the Morgan family.
That meant Loren had found Will first. Had he extracted the information Kingpin feared most?
If so, things were about to get very dangerous.
The realization darkened Kingpin's expression further. This situation was slipping out of his control.
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"Yes, it's the silver-haired woman who showed up at the police station yesterday. She's Loren Morgan's personal aide—so the Morgan family is probably already aware of our involvement in this matter."
Tombstone's expression was equally grim. The two gunmen who shot and killed the head of the Morgan family had been sent by him. Once the truth came to light, he would be the first to be implicated.
Hearing Tombstone's words, Kingpin clenched his fists and slammed one down hard on the desk in front of him. The force of the blow split the entire office in half.
"You knew that woman was connected to the Morgan family, you fool! If it weren't for your incompetence—if you'd just killed her when you had the chance—would we be in this mess now?"
Kingpin's veins bulged with rage. He wanted nothing more than to strangle Tombstone where he stood. He'd given explicit orders: this operation had to be clean, silent, and untraceable. Yet somehow, the failure had come from his own ranks.
Tombstone didn't dare argue. He simply lowered his head and endured the tirade.
He knew full well he'd botched the job. According to the original plan, once the two gunmen completed their mission, he was supposed to eliminate them immediately to prevent any leaks.
But those men had turned out to be too clever for their own good. Instead of returning to collect their payment, they'd vanished the moment the shooting was done.
That single miscalculation had unraveled everything—and now his boss's fury was entirely justified.
"Boss, I take full responsibility," Tombstone said, head still bowed, panic flickering in his voice. "Those two were far more cunning than I anticipated. If I'd known this would happen, I would've handled it myself."
"Shut up. I don't want to hear your excuses." Kingpin's eyes burned with cold fury. "According to the original plan, Loren Morgan—the Morgan family's sole heir—was supposed to die alongside his parents. I never imagined he'd be lucky enough to be absent that night.
"But now that things have gone this far, we have no choice but to see the plan through. You will gather your men immediately and go to Morgan Manor. That damned boy must not live to see tomorrow."
A flash of ruthlessness crossed Tombstone's face. "Understood. I'll assemble my team at once—and Loren Morgan won't see the sunrise."
He nodded sharply and hurried out of the room.