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

He conjured a dazzling ball of light in his palm and slammed it into the core of the mechanical owl.

With a deafening roar, the mechanical owl was blasted to pieces, its fragments scattering everywhere.

Nighthawk's eyes widened, filled with despair. "No... impossible... how could you..."

"Tsk, I already said, three seconds is enough."

Qin Yang clapped his hands, his tone relaxed, "Night Hawk, your trump card is a bit weak."

"Tell me, what other tricks do you have up your sleeve? Don't waste my time."

Nighthawk slumped to the ground, his eyes filled with terror. "Qin Yang...you won...but you can never defeat the Court of Owls...their core...is..."

Before he could finish speaking, Night Hawk suddenly trembled, the light in his eyes dimmed rapidly, and his body slumped to the ground.

Qin Yang frowned, squatted down to examine him, and found a trace of black blood flowing from the corner of Night Hawk's mouth, clearly indicating that he had committed suicide by poisoning himself.

"Tsk, the Court of Owls is pretty ruthless, even willing to harm its own people."

Qin Yang stood up, a cold glint in his eyes. "Friday, scan the area and see if there are any clues."

Friday's voice came through, "Nighthawk has an encrypted communicator that may contain contact records from the Court of Owls."

We recommend cracking it immediately.

"Okay, pass it on to Nigma and let him get busy."

Qin Yang waved his hand, turned around and walked out of the safe house.

Outside the port, Oswald's Gotham Gang elites had sealed off the entire area, and the gunfire and shouts gradually subsided.

A few minutes later, Qin Yang appeared at Oswald's secret outpost.

Nigma was engrossed in his computer, his fingers flying across the keyboard, displaying countless encrypted data on the screen.

"Qin Yang, you bastard... where's Night Hawk?"

Qin Yang sat down lazily, picked up his wine glass and took a sip. "Night Hawk? He committed suicide by poisoning himself."

However, he left a communicator. "Nigma, how's the hacking going?"

Nigma pushed up his glasses, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes. "Lord Qin Yang, your efficiency is truly astonishing! I've already cracked part of the data in the communicator. The Owl Court's network of communications is more complex than we thought."

Their core members appear to be scattered around the world, with Gotham merely one of their strongholds.

"Around the world?"

Qin Yang raised an eyebrow, his tone tinged with a hint of mockery, "Tsk, the Owl Court is quite good at hiding."

Nigma, have you found their next target? Don't tell me I have to travel the world again.

Nigma sneered and lightly tapped the keyboard with his finger. "Your Excellency Qin Yang, your good luck has arrived."

The communicator mentioned a codenamed 'Shadow Council,' which seemed to be a high-level meeting of the Court of Owls, to be held in London tomorrow night.

The exact location is still being determined, but I suspect they're probably discussing how to deal with your threat.

"London? Tsk, the Owl Court has a good eye for location."

Qin Yang grinned, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes. "Alright, Nigma, keep a close eye on him."

Tomorrow night, I'm going to London to deliver a big gift to these old fogies.

Oswald frowned, his tone tinged with worry, "Qin Yang, are you really planning to go alone? The higher-ups at the Court of Owls are not to be trifled with; their security forces are ten times stronger than those of the Nighthawks."

"A slip-up?"

Qin Yang laughed and waved his hand, "Penguin Man, I don't like hearing that."

Alright, enough chit-chat. Nigma, keep an eye on communications; Oswald, manage your men; I'm going to take a stroll in London!

Before he finished speaking, Qin Yang's figure transformed into a golden light and vanished from the stronghold in an instant.

"This guy……"

Oswald muttered, "It's terrifyingly troublesome."

Nigma pushed up his glasses and sneered, "Headache? Hmph, Penguin, you'd better pray he can really get it done in three seconds."

As night fell over Gotham Harbor, the air was filled with the salty smell of the sea and the pungent odor of burning metal.

Qin Yang emerged from the ruins of the abandoned warehouse, his watch screen flashing a faint light, displaying the encrypted data he had just extracted from the Nighthawk communicator.

A mocking smile played on his lips, but a cold glint shone in his eyes.

Outside the port, Oswald's men were clearing the battlefield. The gunfire had subsided, leaving only the monotonous sound of waves crashing against the dock.

Qin Yang tapped his watch lightly and said in a low voice, "Friday, is the data backup done? Don't let Nigma slack off. Tell him I need the exact coordinates for London, preferably tonight."

"The data has been backed up and transmitted to Mr. Nigma's terminal, sir."

On Friday, a mechanical voice came through the communicator, calm and efficient: "In addition, I have detected weak signal interference near the port, which may be residual surveillance equipment from the Owl Court. I recommend that it be removed immediately."

"Tsk, the Court of Owls is quite clever."

Qin Yang chuckled, his gaze sweeping over the shadow of the cargo ship not far away, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes. "Alright, Friday. Mark the signal source. I'll go clean it up and stretch my muscles while I'm at it."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure transformed into a golden light and vanished from the spot in an instant.

The next second, a miniature drone hidden behind a container on the dock was struck by a dazzling laser, bursting into a burst of sparks, and fragments scattered and fell into the sea.

Qin Yang reappeared on top of the container, clapped his hands, and said in a relaxed tone, "These old birds are really persistent, leaving a drone here to spy? Do they think I'm easy to bully?"

Just as he was about to leave, Nigma's urgent voice suddenly came through the communicator: "Lord Qin Yang, stop being so narcissistic! I've cracked 70% of the data on the communicator. The 'Shadow Council' in London is indeed a high-level meeting of the Court of Owls. The location is locked at a private estate on the outskirts of London. I'll send you the specific address later."

However, you need to be careful; their security system is far superior to Nighthawks', probably possessing a military-grade defense matrix.

"Military grade? Tsk, Nigma, are you looking down on me?"

Qin Yang leaned against the container, lazily swirling the whiskey glass in his hand, the ice cubes clinking crisply. "Tell me, how many people are in the manor? Don't tell me it's just another genetically modified mercenary; I'm getting tired of them."

Nigma pushed up his glasses, his tone laced with sarcasm: "Tired of it? Mr. Qin Yang, you've got quite the nerve."

The manor has at least thirty elite security guards, plus five heavily armed drones equipped with electromagnetic pulse weapons, capable of locking onto targets in 0.3 seconds.

Furthermore, several core members of the Court of Owls may be present in person; they are not second-rate individuals like the Nighthawks.

If you underestimate your opponent, you'll probably suffer some trouble.

"Suffering?"

Okay, send me the address, I'll fly to London tonight and give these veterans a big gift tomorrow.

"Oh, by the way, tell the Penguin not to let his people drag us down; I don't have time to clean up his messes." "Don't worry, I've already notified Oswald."

Nigma paused, his voice tinged with a hint of probing, "However, Mr. Qin Yang, are you really planning to go alone? The higher-ups at the Owl Court are not to be trifled with; they have more trump cards than you can imagine."

"Do you want to bring some backup? Like... Bruce?"

"Bruce?"

Qin Yang raised an eyebrow, his tone slightly mocking, "Nigma, you've got a knack for picking your timing."

Bruce's busy dealing with Galervin and the Wayne Group's mess right now, he doesn't have time to come to London with me. Besides, his bat costume isn't suitable for open operations; it'll easily scare people."

Nigma sneered, his fingers flying across the keyboard: "Scaring people? Mr. Qin Yang, your speed and lasers are just as frightening as Batman's."

Alright, since you're so confident, I won't try to persuade you any further.

The address has been sent to your watch. I'm still working on cracking the manor's security system; I should be able to send you a detailed intrusion route by tomorrow morning.

"Intrusion route? Tsk, Nigma, your efficiency is not bad."

Qin Yang took a sip of whiskey, his gaze sweeping across the distant sea, a cold glint in his eyes. "However, those guys from the Court of Owls had better pray I don't find anything on them, or I won't hesitate to turn their hideout upside down."

Oswald's voice came through the communicator, tinged with impatience: "Qin Yang, can you stop talking to yourself all the time? The port has been cleaned up, and my brothers are exhausted. Tell me, should I send someone over to London? Gotham's elite forces are not just for show."

"A decoration? Penguin, that's a bit hurtful."

Qin Yang grinned, his tone slightly mocking, "Your brothers are good, but I can handle things in London all by myself."

You should just stay put and protect Gotham, and don't let the remnants of the Court of Owls cause any more trouble.

Oh, by the way, please tell Bruce for me not to overwork himself. Wayne Enterprises' stock price won't rise just because he stays up all night.

Oswald snorted, the umbrella handle making a dull thud on the ground: "Qin Yang, you're still as sharp-tongued as ever."

Okay, I'll pass that on to Bruce.

However, if you really crash in London, don't expect me to come to your rescue.

"A crash? Tsk, Penguin, you need to change your jinxed mouth."

Qin Yang waved his hand, and his figure transformed into a golden light, instantly disappearing into the night at the port.

Only a slight sonic boom remained in the air, causing the container to tremble slightly.

London, late at night.

The Thames was shrouded in mist, and the manor lights appeared hazy and eerie in the thick fog.

Qin Yang stood on an abandoned water tower outside the manor, a holographic map projected onto his watch screen, marking the manor's defensive layout.

His gaze swept across the map, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "Tsk, Nigma's pretty efficient, he even marked the entrance to the ventilation duct."

"Sir, the manor's defense system has been partially breached."

Friday's voice came through the communicator: "There are twelve infrared sensors on the perimeter, six armed drones patrolling at high altitudes, and thirty-five security personnel inside the manor, eight of whom are suspected genetically modified soldiers."

It is recommended to enter through the drainage pipe in the northeast corner, which will avoid most of the surveillance cameras.

"Drainage pipes? Friday? You mean I have to crawl into the sewers?"

Qin Yang frowned, his tone tinged with disdain, "Fine, let's just use the pipeline. It's easier than forcing our way in head-on."

Any new information from Nigma? Have all the high-ranking officials from the Court of Owls arrived?

On Friday, it was responded that "three core members of the Shadow Council have been confirmed to have arrived at the manor, codenamed 'Grey Owl,' 'Blood Owl,' and 'Ghost Owl.'"

Their identities remain unknown, but based on communication records, they may have information about the Court of Owls' global resource allocation.

"Resource allocation? Tsk, the Owl Court is quite adept at this."

Qin Yang grinned and tapped his watch lightly with his fingers. "Okay, Friday. Lock onto their location. I'll go in and have a go at these old birds."

Oh, right, send the manor's surveillance footage to Nigma and have him keep an eye on things, make sure these guys don't get away.

"Executed, sir."

Friday paused, "In addition, abnormal energy fluctuations have been detected in the manor's basement, possibly from experimental equipment belonging to the Court of Owls. Caution is advised."

"Experimental equipment? Hmm, that sounds interesting."

A hint of excitement flashed in Qin Yang's eyes. His figure flashed, turning into golden light, and he silently slipped into the drainage pipe in the northeast corner.

The pipes were damp, cold, and narrow, filled with a musty smell, but he didn't slow down at all, and in a few breaths he reached the ventilation system inside the manor.

He gently pushed open the cover of the ventilation vent and glanced down at the hall below.

The manor was brightly lit, with a dozen fully armed security personnel patrolling and the surveillance cameras on the walls flashing red lights.

Qin Yang muttered to himself, "Tsk, this is quite a grand affair. It seems the Court of Owls really considers this place their lair."

"Sir, the target is in the conference room on the third floor."

Friday's voice came through, "I suggest sneaking in from the left staircase to avoid the patrols in the lobby."

"The staircase on the left? Okay."

Qin Yang's figure transformed into golden light once more, moving rapidly along the ventilation duct, and appeared in the shadows of the third-floor corridor a moment later.

He pressed himself against the wall, his gaze sweeping across the conference room door not far away.

Two genetically modified warriors stood guard at the entrance, their tactical armor emitting a ghostly blue light, their pulse rifles poised to fire.

"Tsk, this genetically modified guy is quite imposing."

Qin Yang chuckled softly, and with a flick of his finger, two thin laser beams shot out, accurately striking the necks of the two soldiers.

They collapsed to the ground without uttering a sound.

Qin Yang walked slowly forward, pushed open the conference room door, and a playful smile appeared on his lips: "Good evening, fellow veterans, how did the Shadow Council meeting go?"

Inside the conference room, three figures clad in black robes suddenly looked up, a hint of shock flashing in their eyes.

Sitting in the main seat, Gray Owl's voice was deep and tinged with anger: "Qin Yang? How did you get in?!"

"How did you get in? Tsk, Gray Owl, that's a stupid question."

Qin Yang leaned lazily against the door frame, gently swirling the whiskey glass in his hand. "Your security system is quite fancy, but unfortunately, it's practically made of paper in front of me."

"Tell me, what's the Court of Owls' next plan? Don't make me go through the trouble of interrogating them, it's exhausting."

Blood Owl sneered, gripping an energy dagger in his hand, his eyes gleaming with murderous intent: "Qin Yang, you destroyed our base in Gotham and killed Nighthawk. Did you think we'd be afraid of you? The Court of Owls' power far exceeds your imagination!" (End of Chapter)