It's just that Miles is obviously not the kind of guy who leaves easily, and he directly follows Bruce's lead.

"They went back, didn't they?" When Miles caught up, his first words were that he wanted to know if the other Spider-Man had returned to their own universe.

Bat looked back at this guy. He didn't think this guy was stupid before, but now he really should change his understanding of this spider's information.

Maybe Miles felt that he had said nonsense now, and he scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Do you think we will meet again in the future?" Miles spoke again.

Only this time his tone was quite serious.

He really hopes that the bat can answer him.

But the bat didn't say anything, it shot out its hook and disappeared directly in front of Miles.

This time, Miles didn't catch up. He knew that he wouldn't get any formal answer if he did.

All that is available is the silence of the bat.

He just needs someone to talk about his recent experiences.

Even though I can't tell everything.

Taking a long breath, Miles stood up slowly. Looking at the vaguely visible bat figure in the distance, he patted his face.

If you promise something to others, you must certainly keep it.

Since he failed to fulfill the agreement he made with Peter Parker, and he did not get the collider with his own hands, let him take the place of Spider-Man and protect the city that belongs to him.

When the bats and spiders separated, the current news reporters were like sharks smelling blood, swarming towards us.

They naturally knew that after an explosion, the scene would probably be quite dangerous.

But in this city and in their profession, danger often coexists with opportunity.

As long as they get some breaking news that is shocking enough, they can already rise to the top.

Even a Pulitzer won't be out of reach.

The New York police once believed that these reporters were more suitable for their positions at certain times. Reporters who could match the speed of the police would sometimes arrive before the police.

Obviously, there is now a situation where reporters are outpacing other response forces.

What was hovering in the sky was not even a police helicopter, but a reporting aircraft belonging to a news television station.

Everyone is paying attention to the explosion.

They want to know if New York has experienced another horrific terrorist attack.

When the reporters actually arrived at the scene, they couldn't believe their eyes.

Kingpin, whose name they are more familiar with should be Wilson Fisk, is currently tied to the fire hydrant with something, and on the other side is the bodyguard who has always appeared next to Kingpin.

An albino black man.

But what the reporters really couldn't believe was the batarang stuck on the ground next to Kingpin and the others.

"Comics have really appeared in the world." A reporter who had read those superhero comics muttered to himself.

This kind of shock did not make him hesitate much, and he immediately took his microphone to confront Jefferson Davis, the highest-ranking police officer on the scene.

"Officer, what was the cause of the big explosion? What does it have to do with Wilson Fisk? Does the batarang next to them represent another masked hero appearing in New York after Spider-Man?"

The problem of serial cannons makes Jefferson really unable to deal with it now.

"The cause of the big explosion is under investigation." As soon as he started to speak, another microphone came up.

"Did the person who captured Wilson Fisk borrow the image from the comics to carry out his own actions?"

"Is this a terrorist attack?"

"Why hasn't the NYPD heard anything?"

Jefferson is now really one of the top two, and it is obvious that this kind of thing is no longer something he can answer at his level.

If a person doesn't answer well, he may offend not only these guys, but also the people in the police station's offices.

"Okay, okay, fellow reporters, I don't think you should continue to trouble this police officer now." A man rescued Jefferson from the reporters.

Although he was grateful to this man for rescuing him from the reporter's serial life-threatening calls, Jefferson still dutifully inquired about the identity of the man next to him.

Besides, who asked that guy to wear a pair of black sunglasses even at night like this?

Looks like a secret agent from TV.

"I'm sorry, are you a police officer?" Although Jefferson has been patrolling outside, he is still quite confident in his memory.

He had never seen the man next to him in his police station.

And recently, there hasn't been much talk of anyone calling him here.

"Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself." The man took off his sunglasses, revealing a fairly honest face, and took out his ID from his suit, "FBI."

Also when the man took out his ID, there were already people in black suits coming over from the surrounding area and blocking all the reporters outside the cordon.

Jefferson started communicating as soon as he saw the certificate.

He had no way to use his own eyes to judge whether the guy in front of him was real or fake.

The man obviously didn't care about Jefferson's review of his ID. He walked up to Kingpin, who seemed to be showing signs of waking up, and looked at the former underground boss of New York City.

He smiled.

Picked up the Batarang from the ground.

"Newcomer."

When the sun pierced the clouds the next day and shone on the city, the early morning news had already reported the explosion that occurred last night.

"After investigation, the big explosion that occurred in Brooklyn yesterday was caused by Wilson Fisk, a former New York City philanthropist and businessman."

The text of the news description didn't matter to Bruce. For now, it was enough for him to just look at the big man appearing on the screen.

I believe that when this Kingpin appears on the TV screen, Fisker Group will definitely look unique.

For example, as directors of Fisker Group.

Now they really don't want to stay in this group for a moment.

No one knows whether this kind of thing will burn their heads later.

In America, anything is possible.

What's more, they are not good, law-abiding citizens in the true sense.

"Killing people!!"

“When will Fisk be able to reassure people??”

"How did such a thing happen?"

Although the current name of this group is Fisker, even Kingpin was only built on the framework of the previous Osborne Group.

Most of the directors sitting here are former directors of the Osborne Group.

They have always been quite disgusted with Fisker's talkative manner. Originally, if something happened to Fisker, it would only make them very excited.

But now this matter is really too big.

It can be said that Kingpin directly caused the worst bombing in New York since the Twin Towers.

They were afraid to avoid it.

"Sir, you can't go in, you can't." The secretary's voice suddenly sounded at the door.

Following this, the door to the conference room was pushed open directly.

Several bodyguards who looked quite professional were already standing.

Then the real owner slowly revealed his figure.

Wearing a custom-made Gucci suit, Bruce's noble temperament is vividly displayed at this moment.

"Hey! Boy! Who are you!"

"Wick, Wick John Kane." Bruce spoke to them with a smile on his face.
Chapter completed!