"Only then can the good win, the bad lose, and the world be at peace."
This monologue, which was like a recitation, wasn't interrupted by any bullets or shouts. It maintained the rhythm of a poem until the end.
When he said the last sentence, the four leaders who were with Owen all had their hands stabbed, and they retreated with their legs that were still intact in fear.
Only Owen, as the boss, didn't retreat at all.
His eyes widened, but he couldn't help but look down at the grayish-black knife.
There was no blood on the knife, but Owen could smell the strong smell of blood on it.
The sharp tip of the knife was pressed against his Adam's apple, and he didn't even dare swallow.
Trying his best to control his trembling body, Owen tried not to move his throat, but only his lips as he asked, "Who are you?"
"Identity is just a form, and I'm just a person wearing a mask." Luke's lips curled up. "Now, I'll ask, and you'll answer. As long as you give me a satisfactory answer, tonight will be a good memory. "
Owen's heart sank. "What do you want to know?"
"First, who was behind the Russians' bombing? Second, who is the black mask looking for trouble? Third, who is ordering the police to arrest the black mask? "Luke asked these three questions.
Compared to the others, the Irish gang was very old. Although they weren't famous anymore, they were still well-informed.
The other forces were also well-informed, but the so-called Asians and the Russians were both involved.
When it came to the black mask, the Irish gang as a bystander was more objective and reliable. They didn't have too many interests at stake, and were the easiest to talk to.
Those who could be bosses in the Clinton area and live in Kingpin's shadow were always more tactful than others. Those who didn't would have died a long time ago.
Faced with these questions, Owen only hesitated for a moment before he felt his throat hurt. A warm and wet feeling came from his neck, followed by the smell of blood.
He decisively admitted defeat. "Kingpin was probably behind the Russians' bombing. Recently, the black mask has stolen several batches of goods from the Russians, all of which belong to Kingpin. Kingpin is very unhappy and wants them to fill the hole, but the Russians don't want to pay."
Activating his abilities, Luke confirmed that the guy was telling the truth. At the very least, that was what Owen thought.
He nodded slightly and moved the knife away from Owen's throat by a millimeter. "There are two more questions."
As soon as he opened his mouth, Owen's words flowed smoothly. "I received news that the black mask is actually looking for trouble with Kingpin. The Russians were only targeted by the black mask because they helped Kingpin transport goods."
Then, he looked at Luke.
Luke nodded again. "One last question."
"It's still Kingpin." Owen gave the answer that Luke had expected. "He's the underground emperor here. His word carries more weight here than the mayor of New York. Many of the cops in the police department are his men. Recently, Black Mask has brought a lot of interference to Kingpin, and the Russians can't catch Black Mask. Kingpin should want to use the power of the police to help find Black Mask. "
After that, he looked at Luke eagerly.
Luke thought for a moment and asked, "Do you know how many people Black Mask has killed?"
This time, Owen hesitated for a long time, but in the end, he shook his head. "My men have run into Black Mask a few times, but he only uses his fists and sticks to injure people at most. He hasn't killed anyone, nor has he used a knife or a gun. I've never heard of him killing anyone. Even on the Russians' side, only a few dozen people were seriously injured and sent to the hospital. None of them died. "
Luke nodded. "Thank you for your cooperation." He then turned around, his cloak fluttering slightly.
Owen heaved a sigh of relief and rejoiced that he had escaped. Just then, a shadow flashed in front of his eyes, and his wrists heated up as he felt intense pain.
He lowered his head to take a look and let out an "Ah!". Then, he screamed just like his subordinates before.
How could Luke let this gang leader go?
He didn't kill Owen because he wanted these people to spread the word and leave a fixed impression on the nearby gangs: V didn't necessarily kill people, and liked to abide by the rules of trade.
When these people met Black Mask, few of them wanted to fight him to the death, because they knew that they would at most be beaten up by Black Mask.
Of course, Black Mask didn't kill people, but he would often break one or two bones of dishonest people.
None of these gang members wanted to suffer. Most of them admitted defeat after taking a few punches to avoid additional physical pain.
It was the same for Luke.
In fact, these people weren't too seriously injured.
It was just that after their injuries healed, they would realize that their hands would tremble a little.
It was fine for them to go about their daily lives, but it would be very difficult for them to beat people up or use guns.
By the time they confirmed that their hands were crippled, it would be at least a month or two later. By then, they might not still be standing here.
Similarly, in order to maintain his persona, Luke didn't destroy the illegal drugs here. It would be better for a different identity to do it tomorrow.
In any case, there was already a "New York's Batman" in the Clinton area, so it wouldn't be unusual for a few more people to cover their faces and beat people up.
After leaving the nest, Luke and Selina walked a few hundred meters to the roof of a building near the river.
Looking at the night view of the Hudson River, they discussed the information they had just obtained.
"If Owen wasn't lying, the source of this incident was the conflict between Kingpin and Black Mask," said Selina.
Luke nodded. "Owen's basically telling the truth. After all, it doesn't have anything to do with him."
Selina said, "I remember you saying that Bullseye is Kingpin's subordinate, right? Black Mask is so powerful, but why hasn't Bullseye, Kingpin's number one killer, shown up? "
Luke said, "Bullseye doesn't seem to have shown up in New York recently. He disappeared not long after he ran back to New York from Los Angeles."
Luke was rather regretful about that.
When he heard that Black Mask was targeting Kingpin a few days ago, he had thought that he might have a chance to meet Bullseye.
After hearing from Owen today, he was sure that Kingpin and Black Mask were in a fierce conflict, but Bullseye hadn't shown up.
There were many possibilities. Bullseye was dead, he had run away, or it was possible that he had left Kingpin's command.
But whichever it was, it meant that Luke couldn't kill Bullseye and obtain his abilities.
Luke had never forgotten Bullseye's abilities.
He had thought that the monk could run, but the temple couldn't. Now, he realized that the monk might have returned to normal and gotten married and had children.
However, there were plenty of people with superpowers in this world.
Luke was slightly regretful about this situation, but it wasn't a strong one.
As long as he stayed in New York, in Manhattan, the center of the Marvel world, there would always be a lot of people with superpowers who would come knocking on his door.
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