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

With a deafening roar, the server was shattered into pieces, sparks flying everywhere.

"It's done!"

Qin Yang clapped his hands and lazily stretched. "On Friday, notify Nigma and Oswald that the wallet is in hand and it's time to wrap things up!"

"Yes, sir."

Friday's voice carried a hint of amusement, "Nigma and Oswald are already on standby in Gotham. I suggest you return immediately."

"Go back? Tsk, it feels so good to leave work on time!"

Qin Yang laughed heartily, his figure transforming into a golden light and instantly disappearing into the vault.

Hours later, in Gotham, at Oswald's secret hideout.

Qin Yang leaned back lazily on the sofa, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand, the ice cubes clinking crisply.

Nigma sat opposite him, holding a laptop in his hand, with countless data flashing on the screen.

Oswald stood by the window, tapping the ground lightly with the handle of his umbrella, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes.

"Qin Yang, you... you actually took down a Swiss bank?"

Oswald turned around, his tone incredulous, "You have all the Court of Owls' funds in your hands?"

"Tsk, Penguin, that's a rather redundant question."

Qin Yang took a sip of whiskey and said in a teasing tone, "When have I ever failed? The account data and member list are all here."

He patted his watch, a cold glint in his eyes. "Now, it's up to you how you play this game."

Nigma pushed up his glasses, his eyes gleaming with excitement: "Lord Qin Yang, your efficiency... is simply breathtaking! With this data, we can completely destroy the remaining forces of the Court of Owls! However..."

He paused, his tone grave. "What about Bruce Wayne? The Court of Owls has been watching him for a while now. If something happens to him, our plan might fall apart."

"Bruce?"

Qin Yang frowned, a complicated look flashing in his eyes. "This guy... is indeed a problem."

However, Nigma, you should send someone to keep an eye on him and ensure his safety.

"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?

"Friendship? Tsk, Penguin, your curiosity is truly something else."

Qin Yang leaned lazily against the sofa, gently swirling a whiskey glass in his hand. The ice cubes clinked together, adding a touch of rhythm to the dimly lit room.

His gaze swept over Oswald, a signature mocking smile playing on his lips. "Bruce, if I had to say, is... a troublesome one."

However, he has his own path to follow, and I don't have time to be his babysitter.

What about you? Stop gossiping, how's the Gotham gang's resource allocation going? Don't tell me you're still dawdling."

Oswald snorted, tapping the umbrella handle on the ground with a dull thud, a sly glint in his eyes. "Qin Yang, you always have such a sharp tongue."

Don't worry, the Gotham Gang's manpower is in place, and weapons, intelligence, and logistics are all prepared according to your requirements.

but……"

He paused, his gaze intentionally or unintentionally glancing at Nigma. "Our riddle teller seems to have other plans. Qin Yang, you'd better keep a close eye on him, lest he pull any more tricks."

Nigma pushed up his glasses, his lips twitched, and his tone was somewhat disdainful, "Oswald, those words are a bit hurtful."

"When have I, Nigma, ever held anyone back? Your Excellency Qin Yang, I've already cracked the Court of Owls' communication encryption; I've marked the locations of their various Gotham strongholds."

His fingers flew across the laptop screen, which displayed a holographic map of Gotham City with red dots flashing in several areas. "However, the problem is that the remnants of the Court of Owls are more cunning than we thought."

They seem to have become aware of our actions; some members have begun to move, and funds have been dispersed into multiple anonymous accounts.

Qin Yang raised an eyebrow, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes. "Oh? Transfer? Tsk, those old guys at the Court of Owls are pretty good at running away."

"Nigma, have you identified their main contact? There has to be a leader, otherwise these veterans will scatter like a pile of sand, and I don't have the patience to catch them one by one."

Nigma chuckled coldly, lightly tapping the keyboard. A blurry surveillance video popped up on the screen, showing a masked man standing beside a cargo ship in Gotham Harbor, surrounded by several heavily armed mercenaries. "This is footage intercepted last night, codenamed 'Nighthawk,' the Court of Owls' operations commander in Gotham."

He was in charge of coordinating their evacuation plan and is estimated to be in a safe house near the port now.

"Lord Qin Yang, if you want a quick victory, just take him out. That would probably disrupt their rhythm."

"Nighthawk? That sounds intimidating."

Qin Yang took a sip of whiskey, a cold glint in his eyes. "Alright, Nigma, give me his coordinates, I'll go meet this 'Nighthawk'."

However, Penguin, your men had better keep up. Don't leave me to do all this work while you guys sit back and sip tea and watch the show.

Oswald chuckled, twirling the umbrella handle in his hand. "Qin Yang, don't worry, the Gotham gang isn't to be trifled with."

I have already dispatched two elite teams to stand by near the port. As soon as you give the order, they will immediately seal off the entire area.

but……"

He paused, a hint of probing flashing in his eyes, "Are you really planning to go alone? The mercenaries of the Court of Owls are no ordinary people; even the military is envious of their equipment."

"military?"

Qin Yang chuckled, put down his wine glass, slowly stood up, and stretched. "Penguin Man, you overestimate them."

Even with the best equipment, the Court of Owls is still nothing more than a pile of scrap metal.

When has Kizaru's speed ever been stopped by these things? Nigma, send me the coordinates to my watch. In ten minutes, I want this 'Nighthawk' kneeling before me.

Nigma pushed up his glasses, a meaningful smile appearing on his lips. "Ten minutes? Mr. Qin Yang, your confidence is truly admirable."

The coordinates have been sent, but I must remind you that some of the mercenaries around Nighthawk are genetically modified, and their reaction speed and strength are not weak.

If you underestimate your opponent, you might suffer a small loss.

"Suffering a loss?"

"When I get back, if I have even one more scratch on me, I'll make you work overtime for a month, how about that?"

Nigma's face stiffened, and he gave a dry laugh. "Lord Qin Yang, your joke is not funny at all."

Okay, I've sent the coordinates. Good luck.

Oh, by the way, there are a few Court of Owls drones over at the port; they're quite powerful, so be careful.

"Drones? Tsk, the Owl Court is quite something."

Qin Yang waved his hand, and in a flash, he transformed into a golden light and disappeared from the room instantly.

Only a slight sonic boom remained in the air, causing the umbrella handle in Oswald's hand to tremble slightly.

Oswald stared in the direction where Qin Yang disappeared, a complex look flashing in his eyes. "This guy... is becoming more and more unpredictable."

"Nigma, tell me, what's wrong with him? He's so fast, even the Trial Owl of the Court of Owls couldn't last three seconds. Is he even human?"

Nigma pushed up his glasses, a glint of fanaticism in his eyes. "Oswald, you're asking me? I want to know too! Qin Yang's power... it's simply a mystery."

His speed, reaction time, and that bizarre light-based attack were completely beyond human capabilities. I even suspected he might be an experimental subject who escaped from some laboratory.

"Experimental subject?"

Oswald frowned, his tone tinged with disdain. "Come on, Nigma, your mind is wandering again."

Qin Yang's background is not that simple.

I checked his background; it was spotless, as if he appeared out of nowhere.

but……"

He paused, a sly glint in his eyes, "His relationship with Bruce Wayne is definitely something worth digging into."

Nigma sneered, tapping lightly on the computer screen. "Bruce Wayne? Hmph, Oswald, you're still eyeing that piece of meat from Wayne Enterprises? But I must remind you, Qin Yang's attitude towards Bruce is quite unusual."

If you're thinking of making a fuss about this, you'd better think it over carefully, lest you get yourself involved.

Oswald snorted and slammed the umbrella handle on the ground. "Nigma, don't try to lecture me."

I know the rules of the game in Gotham better than you do.

No matter how strong Qin Yang is, he is still just an outsider.

"Gotham is our territory. The Court of Owls is finished; now it's our chance to turn the tables!"

"Comeback?"

Nigma pushed up his glasses, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes. "Oswald, you'd better pray that Qin Yang doesn't dismantle the port."

Otherwise, your Gotham gang will have to spend a fortune on road repairs.

Meanwhile, at Gotham Harbor, the night was deep, and the sea breeze, carrying a salty smell, blew across the docks, making the shadows of the cargo ships appear particularly eerie under the moonlight.

Qin Yang appeared silently on the roof of an abandoned warehouse, his watch screen flashing, displaying the coordinates of the safe house where Night Hawk was located.

His gaze swept down, where several heavily armed mercenaries were patrolling, and the infrared scanning beams of drones crisscrossed the night sky.

"Tsk, the security is pretty tight."

Qin Yang muttered to himself, a mocking smile playing on his lips, "But you think you can stop me with this little manpower? The Court of Owls is really naive."

"On Friday, scan the area. Any ambushes?"

Qin Yang asked in a low voice, his fingers lightly tapping his watch.

Friday's voice came through the communicator, calm and efficient: "There are twelve mercenaries inside the safe house, three of whom are suspected to be genetically modified warriors, equipped with high-energy pulse weapons."

There are two armed drones on the roof, equipped with heat-seeking missiles.

It is recommended to prioritize destroying the drone to avoid being locked on.

"Heat-seeking missile? Tsk, that's interesting."

Qin Yang grinned, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes. "Alright, Friday. Locate the drones. I'll give them a good start."

Before he finished speaking, Qin Yang's figure transformed into a golden light and instantly shot into the night sky.

Just as the two drones detected his heat signature, before the missiles could be launched, they were precisely struck by two dazzling laser beams.

With two loud bangs, the drone exploded into two fireballs in the air, and debris fell into the sea like raindrops.

The mercenaries patrolling below instantly became alert, shouts and gunfire erupting in unison: "Enemy attack! Target locked! Open fire!"

Dense pulse beams of light poured down on Qin Yang, distorting the air with intense heat and producing a piercing explosion.

Qin Yang's figure moved like a ghost through the beams of light, so fast that his trajectory was almost invisible.

With a casual wave of his hand, three laser beams shot out, accurately knocking down three mercenaries, while the rest scattered in terror.

"Tsk, why are you running? The game has only just begun."

Qin Yang lazily landed at the door of the safe house, and with a light press of his palm, the metal door was instantly shattered by the light energy.

He stepped into the house, his gaze sweeping across the dimly lit room, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "Nighthawk, come out."

Don't make me go through the trouble of looking for it; it's too tiring.

Deep inside the room, a figure slowly emerged from the shadows.

Nighthawk was clad in black tactical armor, wore an owl mask, and had a cold glint in his eyes.

He held a blue-glowing energy blade in his hand, his tone low and hostile, "Qin Yang, you really came."

The Court of Owls' intelligence network paid off; you, the mouse, finally fell into the trap.

"trap?"

Qin Yang laughed heartily, put his hands in his pockets, and shrugged nonchalantly, "Night Hawk, your lines were quite powerful, but unfortunately, your acting was a bit lacking."

"Tell me, how many people are left in the Court of Owls? Tell me honestly, and I might make things a little easier for you."

Night Hawk snorted coldly and swung his energy blade out, sending an arc-shaped light blade slashing towards Qin Yang.

Qin Yang dodged to the side, the light blade grazing his clothes before striking the wall and leaving a charred crack.

Taking advantage of the situation, Night Hawk rushed forward, his blade flashing like lightning, each move deadly.

"Tsk, the swordsmanship is alright, but it's too slow."

Qin Yang's voice echoed in the room, his figure transforming into golden light as he easily dodged each attack.

With a flick of his finger, a laser beam shot out, precisely striking Nighthawk's right arm.

The energy blade fell to the ground with a thud, and Night Hawk groaned in pain, staggering backward.

"Impossible...your speed..."

Nighthawk clutched his injured right arm, his eyes filled with shock. "Who exactly are you?!"

"Who is he? Tsk, I'm just an ordinary person who hates working overtime."

Qin Yang grinned and slowly approached Night Hawk. "However, Night Hawk, you seem to have forgotten that the Court of Owls' trump cards are no match for me."

Your little tricks are far from enough.

Tell me, who is your superior? What is the true core of the Owl Court?

Nighthawk gritted his teeth, a glint of madness flashing in his eyes. "You think I'd tell you? Qin Yang, you destroyed our fortress, cut off our funding, the Court of Owls will not let you get away with this! Our core... you'll never find it!"

"Tsk, the same old excuse again."

Qin Yang frowned, his tone tinged with impatience, "Night Hawk, I'll give you three seconds to tell the truth, or I can't guarantee you'll still be standing here talking."

One...two..."

Nighthawk suddenly burst into laughter, a resolute glint in his eyes. "Qin Yang, you're too naive! You think capturing me will end everything? The Court of Owls' plan has already begun; you're just stalling for time! Die!"

Before he could finish speaking, Night Hawk abruptly pressed a device on his waist. The floor of the safe house suddenly cracked open, and a small mechanical owl rose from the ground, its eyes glowing bright red as countless beams of energy poured towards Qin Yang. (End of Chapter)