American comics: Play as Kizaru and get off work in three seconds

With his hands in his pockets and his signature lazy smile on his face, he said, "Hey, Gallagher, getting so angry? Be careful not to hurt yourself!"

Gallagher's pupils contracted, and he abruptly drew his pistol, pointing it at Qin Yang: "You're Qin Yang? Hmph, just in time! Today I'll show you that the master of Gotham can only be me!"

Qin Yang tilted his head, his tone still flippant: "Master? Tsk, Gotham isn't a place anyone can just become."

Your plan was quite clever, but unfortunately, you made a fatal mistake.

Before he could finish speaking, Galvin pulled the trigger, and the bullet whistled out.

However, Qin Yang's figure had already turned into golden light and disappeared from the spot in an instant.

The next second, he appeared behind Gallagher, and with a light tap of his finger, a laser beam shot out, directly knocking the gun out of Gallagher's hand.

"too slow."

Qin Yang's voice rang in Gallerwin's ears, tinged with a hint of mockery, "I told you, three seconds is enough."

Gallerwin whirled around, attempting to throw a punch in retaliation, but Qin Yang's speed far exceeded his expectations.

With a flash of golden light, Qin Yang appeared in front of him and kicked out with terrifying force, slamming Gallagher into the wall.

The entire conference room shook, and cracks appeared in the walls.

"Cough cough..."

Gallagher collapsed to the ground, clutching his chest and coughing uncontrollably, his eyes filled with shock and resentment. "You...who exactly are you?!"

Qin Yang slowly approached, looking down at Gallervin, his tone calm yet carrying an invisible sense of pressure: "Me? Just an ordinary person who likes to leave work on time."

Oh, by the way, your owl court friends have been targeted by my allies.

Want to turn things around? Maybe in your next life.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the door, and Jim Gordon rushed in with a team of fully armed police officers.

He saw Gallagher lying on the ground, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, then looked at Qin Yang: "Qin Yang, you've stolen my thunder again."

Qin Yang laughed and waved his hand: "Officer Gordon, don't say that. I just helped you clean up the trash."

The final finishing touches are now in your hands.

Jim Gordon nodded and waved for his men to handcuff Gallagher: "Gallagher, you are suspected of multiple murders and illegal transactions. The evidence is conclusive. Come with us."

Gallagher was taken away by the police with resentment still in his eyes.

He cursed under his breath, "Qin Yang, you wait, this isn't over!"

Qin Yang shrugged, his tone relaxed: "I'm available anytime."

However, I suggest you reflect on your actions in prison first; Gotham is not your playground.

After the police took Gallagher away, Jim Gordon walked up to Qin Yang and whispered, "We owe this to your and Nigma's intelligence; otherwise, we might not have caught this big fish."

However, the Court of Owls' influence hasn't been completely eradicated. What are your plans to do?

A cold glint flashed in Qin Yang's eyes, but a smile remained on his lips: "The Court of Owls? A bunch of cowards hiding in the shadows."

I would have changed the world of Gotham long ago.

As night fell, the lights of the Gotham Hotel gradually went out, and the smoke of battle slowly dissipated.

Qin Yang stood on the top floor of the hotel, overlooking this city filled with both sin and hope.

His figure appeared somewhat lonely in the moonlight, yet it exuded an unparalleled confidence.

"Friday, task completed, time to go home."

Qin Yang said softly, his tone carrying a hint of satisfaction.

"Sir, your efficiency tonight is as amazing as ever."

Friday's voice came through the communicator, "However, Nigma and Oswald are still waiting for you inside the hotel. Aren't you going to say hello to them?"

Qin Yang laughed and turned to walk downstairs: "Alright, since they've been so helpful, I'll stay one more minute."

After all, leaving get off work on time should also have a touch of humanity, right?

Qin Yang pushed open the door to the VIP suite on the top floor of the Gotham Hotel. The air inside still carried the tension of the battle, mixed with a faint smell of gunpowder and the scent of Oswald Copport's favorite cologne.

Moonlight streamed in through the huge French windows, outlining the silhouettes of several figures in the room.

Oswald stood by the window, his exquisite pistol already tucked back into his waistband. His face showed some fatigue, but his eyes remained as sharp as an eagle's.

Nigma leaned back on the sofa, fiddling with a homemade metal puzzle device in his hand, a signature sly smile playing on his lips.

In a corner of the room, several elite members of the Gotham Clan were talking in hushed tones and checking their weapons; the atmosphere remained tense.

"Hey everyone, the party's not over yet?"

Qin Yang walked lazily into the room with his hands in his pockets, his tone flippant yet carrying an undeniable air of authority.

His figure seemed to be edged with gold in the moonlight, faintly revealing Kizaru's casual yet dangerous aura.

Oswald turned around, a complex look flashing in his eyes, a mixture of gratitude and wariness.

"Qin Yang, you always arrive so timely and arrogantly."

Gallagher has been taken away by Gordon, so this whole charade is over, right?

Qin Yang shrugged, walked to the bar, picked up a bottle of whiskey, poured half a glass, swirled the glass, and the ice cubes made a crisp sound as they collided.

"Finishing things off? Tsk, Penguin, you're too optimistic."

Gallevan is just a minor character; the Court of Owls is the real trouble.

Do you think those old guys will let it go just because one of their pawns was captured?

Nigma pushed up his glasses and interjected, "Your Excellency Qin Yang, I agree with what you said."

The Court of Owls cannot be represented by someone as clever as Gallagher.

Their influence extends throughout Gotham, and may even have infiltrated the upper echelons of Wayne Enterprises.

He paused, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes. "I've uncovered some clues. They've recently been secretly funding a clandestine operations group called 'Dark Claw,' which specializes in dealing with troublemakers like us."

"Dark Claw?"

Oswald frowned, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the windowsill. "Sounds like the Court of Owls' killer squad."

"Nigma, are you sure your intelligence is reliable?"

"Penguin, when have my intelligence ever been wrong?"

Nigma sneered, and the metal device in his hand clicked shut. "I got encrypted communication records from one of Gallevan's men. They mentioned that 'Dark Claw' will launch an attack on a target in three days."

The target is still unclear, but the location is in the abandoned warehouse area of ​​Gotham Port.

Qin Yang took a sip of whiskey, the liquid burning a warm current in his throat, but his eyes were as cold as ice.

"Three days later? Tsk, that's plenty of time."

However, the Court of Owls acted so quickly; it seems they're already in a hurry.

He put down his glass and glanced at everyone in the room. "Oswald, Nigma, you two tell me honestly, what are your plans now? Are you going to cower and wait for them to come to you, or are you going to take the initiative and turn their hideout upside down?"

Oswald's face darkened. He turned around, staring at the Gotham night view outside the window, and said in a low voice, "Qin Yang, do you know how many years I've been in Gotham?"

I climbed from the mud to where I am today, and it wasn't just luck that got me here.

The Owl Court wants me dead, but I'll make them regret messing with me.

but……"

He paused, then turned to look at Qin Yang. "I have to admit, your speed and intelligence surpass any of my subordinates. You have a plan, right?"

Qin Yang grinned, revealing that Kizaru-like playful expression: "A plan? Of course there is one."

However, my plan is simple—find their hideout, finish the fight in three seconds, and then clock out on time.

As you all know, I hate working overtime the most.

Nigma couldn't help but roll his eyes: "Your Excellency Qin Yang, your 'three-second off work' slogan sounds impressive, but the Court of Owls isn't like those mercenaries in the parking lot."

They have money, people, and technology.

Do you really think your speed of light can sweep away everything?

"Hey, Nigma, are you questioning me?"

Qin Yang tilted his head, tapping his fingers lightly on his wine glass, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "I'm not sweeping everything away, I'm just... prioritizing efficiency."

Even if the Court of Owls is powerful, it's nothing more than a bunch of old guys hiding in the shadows and plotting.

Give me the coordinates, and I'll show them what 'terrifying' really means.

Oswald laughed and clapped his hands: "Good! Qin Yang, I like your arrogance! Since you're so confident, I'll give you all the resources of the Gotham Gang."

Weapons, manpower, intelligence—the choice is yours.

However, I have one condition—I want to participate in the operation myself.

I want the Court of Owls to know that Oswald Copperfield is not a pawn they can manipulate at will.

Qin Yang raised an eyebrow and looked Oswald up and down: "Penguin, are you sure? Your combat power... tsk, at best you're just a liability, right?"

"Holding someone back?"

Oswald's face darkened, his tone tinged with annoyance, "Qin Yang, don't forget, when I was in Gotham's underworld, you were still hanging around! My methods aren't just based on fists."

Nigma laughed gleefully from the side: "Haha, Oswald, you're just asking for trouble."

Lord Qin Yang's mouth is more venomous than the speed of light.

However, Penguin is not wrong; his resources and connections are exactly what we need right now.

"Qin Yang, if you really want to resolve the Court of Owls issue in three seconds, without Oswald's cooperation, you'll probably have to work overtime until dawn."

Qin Yang waved his hand, his tone still relaxed: "Alright, alright, since Penguin is so sincere, I'll reluctantly play a game with you."

However, Oswald, you must follow orders and not cause me any trouble.

"Make trouble?"

Oswald glared at Qin Yang, but then gave him a sly smile. "Qin Yang, don't worry, I'm the most astute person in Gotham when it comes to judging situations."

"Tell me, what's your plan?"

Qin Yang put down his wine glass, walked to the center of the room, glanced at everyone, and his tone became serious: "The plan is simple, it will be done in three steps."

First, Nigma, you continue to dig into the Court of Owls' secrets, especially the movements of this 'Dark Claw' group.

I need their member list, equipment configuration, and action plan.

Second, Oswald, mobilize the Gotham Gang's forces to block all entrances and exits to Gotham Harbor, preventing reinforcements from the Court of Owls from sneaking in.

third……"

He paused, a cold glint in his eyes, "I'll personally go and meet their leader, and blow the Court of Owls' lair up to the ground."

Nigma pushed up his glasses, his eyes gleaming with excitement: "Your Excellency Qin Yang, your plan sounds simple and straightforward, I like it! However, the location of the Owl Court's headquarters remains a mystery, even I have only found some scattered clues."

Are you sure you can find their hideout?

"Can't find it?"

Qin Yang sneered, "Nigma, you underestimate my system."

Kizaru's sensory abilities are not just for show.

Give me a general area and I can pinpoint their location.

"But you, how long did it take you to crack those encrypted communication records? Don't tell me you had to work overtime all night."

Nigma's face stiffened, and he coughed dryly: "Cough, Lord Qin Yang, your mouth is really... Fine, I guarantee I'll dig out all the information about 'Dark Claw' for you within three days."

However, you have to promise me one thing—if you catch the head of the Court of Owls, give me five minutes to let him try my puzzle game.

"Haha, deal!"

Qin Yang clapped his hands. "Nigma, I appreciate your wicked sense of humor."

Oswald, and what about you? What are your conditions?

Oswald narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice, "My conditions are simple."

I want half of the wealth of the Court of Owls.

Those old guys have hoarded who knows how much dirty money in Gotham; I don't want to waste my time.

Qin Yang raised an eyebrow and said in a teasing tone, "Tsk, Penguin, you've got quite an appetite."

However, I've never been interested in money.

"As long as you can manage your people well and don't let them hold me back, you can have whatever money you want from the Owl Court."

"Deal!"

Oswald stretched out his hand, a triumphant glint in his eyes. "Qin Yang, you really are a straightforward person."

Happy cooperation! "

Qin Yang lazily shook Oswald's hand, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Enjoyable as it may be, Penguin, you'd better not try anything clever."

Oswald laughed and waved his hand: "Don't worry, I'm not stupid enough to play tricks on you."

Alright, it's getting late, shall we split up and go our separate ways?

"and many more."

Nigma suddenly interrupted, his tone somewhat serious, "Your Excellency Qin Yang, I have another question."

What about Bruce Wayne? He's still completely unaware that the Court of Owls may already be targeting him.

If they use Bruce as bait, our plan might fall apart.

Qin Yang's eyes darkened, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Bruce... this guy is troublesome, but also a key figure."

Nigma, send someone to keep an eye on him and make sure he's safe.

If the Court of Owls dares to touch him, I'll show you what lightning-fast retaliation looks like.

What, do you have some kind of relationship with him?

Qin Yang waved his hand dismissively, "Friendship? Tsk, I just think this guy is a bit interesting."

Gotham would probably be less fun without him.

Alright, enough talk, let's get started.

Nigma, intelligence; Oswald, manpower; I, speed.

See you in Gotham Harbor in three days, and be on time to leave work! (End of Chapter)