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

"Far beyond my imagination? Tsk, Blood Owl, that's a bit of a cliché."

Qin Yang chuckled and his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

The next second, Blood Owl's dagger was knocked away by a laser beam, and he was pinned to the wall by an invisible force, unable to move.

Gray Owl and Dark Owl stood up at the same time, each brandishing a high-energy weapon, but before they could pull the trigger, Qin Yang's figure appeared behind them.

Two laser beams struck their wrists precisely, and the weapons fell to the ground.

Qin Yang's voice echoed in the room, tinged with mockery: "Tsk, is this all the higher-ups at the Owl Court are capable of? They can't even last three seconds against me?"

Gray Owl gritted his teeth, a resolute glint in his eyes: "Qin Yang, you think you've won by capturing us? The true core of the Court of Owls is far beyond your reach! Our plan has already begun; you're merely stalling for time!"

"Delaying time? Tsk, Gray Owl, I don't like hearing that."

Qin Yang slowly approached, the ball of light in his hand condensing into a dazzling radiance. "Speak, where is your core? If you don't tell me, I can't guarantee you'll still be standing here talking."

Youxiao suddenly sneered and pulled a remote control from under his robe: "Qin Yang, you're too naive! The Court of Owls never lacks backup plans!"

She pressed the button abruptly, and the conference room floor suddenly cracked open, revealing a giant mechanical owl rising from the ground. Its eyes shone brightly red, and countless beams of energy poured towards Qin Yang.

He slammed his palm into the core of the mechanical owl, and a dazzling ball of light exploded instantly, shattering the entire machine and sending fragments flying everywhere.

Gray Owl and Dark Owl stared wide-eyed, their eyes filled with despair.

Blood Owl struggled to slide down the wall, his voice hoarse: "Impossible... How could you be so strong..."

Qin Yang clapped his hands, glanced at the three of them, and said with a hint of impatience, "I'll ask you one last time, where is your core? Don't make me waste any more time."

Gray Owl gritted his teeth, a glint of madness flashing in his eyes: "Qin Yang, you will never find our core! The will of the Court of Owls will endure forever!"

Before he could finish speaking, Gray Owl suddenly trembled all over, a trickle of black blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his body slumped to the ground.

The Dark Owl and the Blood Owl also collapsed one after another, clearly having committed suicide by poisoning themselves.

Qin Yang frowned, a cold glint flashing in his eyes: "Tsk, the Owl Court is quite ruthless, even willing to go to the higher-ups."

"Sir, we have detected increasing energy fluctuations in the manor's basement."

Qin Yang sneered, his figure transforming into golden light as he instantly rushed out of the manor.

The next second, a loud bang came from the depths of the manor, and the entire building was engulfed in flames, the firelight turning the night sky red.

A few hours later, Qin Yang appeared at Gotham's secret hideout.

Nigma was engrossed in his computer, his fingers flying across the keyboard, the screen displaying data extracted from the manor communicator.

"Qin Yang, you...did you get things sorted out in London?"

Qin Yang sat down lazily, picked up his wine glass and took a sip. "The three old birds from the Shadow Council are all gone, but they committed suicide by poisoning themselves and didn't explain anything."

"Nigma, how's the data cracking of the manor's communicators coming along?"

Nigma pushed up his glasses, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes: "Lord Qin Yang, your efficiency is truly astonishing! The data mentions a code name, 'Ultimate Judgment,' which seems to be the highest-level plan of the Owl Court, involving the mobilization of resources in multiple cities around the world."

The specific details are still being deciphered, but I can confirm that their next target is likely New York.

The night in Gotham was as dark as ink that couldn't be dissolved. On the roof of an abandoned warehouse, Qin Yang leaned against a rusty iron pillar, the whiskey glass in his hand reflecting a faint light in the moonlight.

His watch screen flickered, projecting a holographic map on which New York City landmarks slowly rotated.

Nigma's voice came through the communicator, broken and somewhat urgent: "Your Excellency Qin Yang, the signal source in New York has been locked. The Owl Court's base is in an abandoned bank building in Lower Manhattan. There is a high-energy reaction on the third basement level, which may be their core equipment."

Are you really going alone tonight? The defenses there are no less formidable than those of London's manors.

Qin Yang took a sip of his drink, the ice cubes clinking together with a crisp sound. He lazily said, "Tsk, damn it, why does that sound like you're questioning me? Lower Manhattan? I know that lousy place like the back of my college days. I even ate hot dogs there."

Three basement levels, right? Okay, send me the building plans and security layout. I'll go check out these old hands tonight.

"Question you? Qin Yang, you don't have the guts!"

Nigma's voice carried a hint of sarcasm, and the sound of keyboard typing could be clearly heard through the communicator. "However, the Court of Owls has gone a bit too far this time. The data mentions that the 'Ultimate Judgment' device may involve quantum-level energy fluctuations, not ordinary bombs or weapons."

If you're careless, you'll probably suffer a setback.

I've already sent the architectural plans to your watch. There are over fifty security personnel, equipped with EMP guns and two heavy drones. There's also a guy codenamed 'Black Owl' stationed on the third basement level; his identity is unknown, but he's definitely not a pushover.

"Black Owl? Tsk, that sounds like a code name for someone with severe chuunibyou (middle school syndrome).

Qin Yang chuckled, his gaze sweeping over the architectural plans on his watch, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes. "Fifty security personnel? Drones? Quantum equipment? The Owl Court is really willing to spend a fortune."

Nigma, keep an eye on the communications, don't let these guys get away.

I'll go to New York first, and while I'm at it, I'll take care of their hideout.

"Demolished? Mr. Qin Yang, you've certainly got quite the nerve."

Nigma pushed up his glasses, his tone slightly teasing, "Okay, I'll keep an eye on the communications, but you better not blow Manhattan up, or I'll be busy cleaning up your mess."

Oh, by the way, Oswald asked me to remind you that things are a bit chaotic in Gotham lately. Remnants of the Court of Owls have caused some trouble at the docks. Should you come back and deal with it?

"The docks? Tsk, is that Penguin complaining again?"

Qin Yang waved his hand, his figure swayed slightly, and he transformed into a golden light, instantly disappearing from the warehouse roof. "Tell Oswald to tell his men to behave themselves and not hold me back."

"We'll talk about Gotham when I get back from New York. The 'final verdict' from the Owl Court sounds much more interesting than the petty squabbles at the docks."

Oswald's impatient voice came through the communicator: "Qin Yang, can you stop treating my brothers like decorations? I've already taken care of things at the docks. A dozen or so scum from the Court of Owls were all thrown into the sea to feed the fish by my men."

You'd better be careful in New York, don't crash, or I won't have time to rescue you.

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

Qin Yang's voice came through the communicator, tinged with a hint of mockery, "Don't worry, I, Kizaru, have never failed in my mission."

See you in New York, buddy!

Under the night sky, a golden light pierced the Gotham skyline, heading straight for New York across the Atlantic.

Lower Manhattan, midnight.

An abandoned bank building stands on a street corner, its mottled walls covered with vines and its windows boarded up, seemingly deserted.

Qin Yang stood on the top floor of a tall building across the street, his watch screen projecting a diagram of the building's internal structure.

His gaze swept across the map, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "Tsk, the Court of Owls certainly knows how to pick a location. This run-down bank looks like a haunted house, but it hides quantum equipment inside? Interesting."

“Sir, there are eight infrared sensors around the building and two armed drones on the roof.” Friday’s mechanical voice came through the communicator, calm and efficient. “The entrance to the third basement level is behind the vault, equipped with biometric locks and electromagnetic barriers. We recommend entering through the ventilation ducts to avoid most of the surveillance.”

"Ventilation ducts? Friday, are you making me crawl through the sewers again?"

Is there any new information from Nigma's side? Who is this 'Black Owl'?

“Mr. Nigma sent an update ten minutes ago.”

On Friday, the response stated, "Black Owl's identity remains unsolved, but communications records suggest he may be the technical lead at Court of Owls, responsible for the development of the 'Ultimate Judgment' device."

The high-energy reaction on the third underground level is intensifying, which may be a precursor to equipment activation. We recommend taking immediate action.

"Signs of activation? Tsk, the Court of Owls is in a hurry."

A cold glint flashed in Qin Yang's eyes as he lightly tapped his watch. "Alright, Friday. Locate the third basement level. I'll go in and meet this Black Owl."

"Executed, sir."

Friday paused, "In addition, weak signal interference was detected inside the building, possibly from Owl Court's covert surveillance equipment. Caution is advised."

"Hidden surveillance? Tsk, these old foxes are quite clever."

Qin Yang chuckled, his figure transforming into a golden light and instantly disappearing from the rooftop.

The next second, he appeared at the entrance to the ventilation duct of the bank building, gently pushed open the cover, and crawled inside.

The pipes were damp, cold, and narrow, filled with a musty smell, but he didn't slow down at all and reached the ventilation opening on the second basement level in just a few breaths.

He pressed himself against the duct wall, his gaze sweeping across the area below through the gaps in the vent.

The second basement level is a spacious experimental area, where dozens of fully armed security personnel patrol, and the surveillance cameras on the walls flash red lights.

A massive quantum device in the center emitted a ghostly blue light, and the energy fluctuations caused the air to distort slightly.

Qin Yang muttered to himself, "Tsk, this is quite a grand affair. The Owl Court really treats this place as its lair."

"Sir, the entrance to the third basement level is the vault door behind the experimental area."

On Friday, a voice came over the loudspeaker: "The vault door is equipped with a biometric lock; we recommend using a laser cutter to crack it."

"Laser cutting? Friday, that's a pretty good suggestion."

Qin Yang grinned, and with a light tap of his finger, a laser beam as thin as a hair shot out, precisely cutting the lock cylinder of the vault door.

The door lock clicked.

With a soft sound, he pushed open the door and entered, his figure instantly disappearing into the corridor on the third basement level.

The third basement level was dimly lit, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of metal and chemicals.

At the end of the corridor was a sealed control room. Through the glass window, Qin Yang saw a figure in a black robe standing in front of the console, his fingers flying across the screen, displaying complex code.

Qin Yang's gaze locked onto the man, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "Tsk, Black Owl? Looks like a tech geek."

"Sir, the target is operating the 'Ultimate Judgment' device."

Friday's voice came through, "The energy fluctuations have reached a critical point; immediate intervention is recommended."

"Stop? Tsk, do you even need to tell me?"

Qin Yang chuckled softly, his figure transforming into golden light, instantly appearing in the control room.

He leaned against the doorframe, his whiskey glass swirling gently in his hand, and said lazily, "Good evening, Mr. Black Owl. Busy destroying the world, huh?"

Black Owl suddenly looked up, a hint of shock flashing in his eyes.

He pulled down his hood, revealing a pale face, his eyes as cold as knives: "Qin Yang? How did you get in?!"

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

Qin Yang chuckled and glanced at the control panel screen. "Your security system is quite fancy, but unfortunately, it's as flimsy as paper in front of me."

"Tell me, what exactly is this 'final verdict'? Don't make me bother interrogating you, it's exhausting."

Black Owl snorted coldly and pressed a red button with his finger.

Suddenly, the floor of the control room cracked open, and a huge mechanical device rose from the ground, shaped like an owl, with bright red light shining from its eyes, and countless beams of energy poured towards Qin Yang.

Black Owl's voice carried a hint of madness: "Qin Yang, you destroyed our strongholds in Gotham and London, did you think we would be afraid of you? The Court of Owls' power is far beyond your imagination!"

"Far beyond my expectations? Tsk, Black Owl, that's a bit of a cliché."

He slammed his palm into the core of the mechanical device, and a dazzling ball of light exploded instantly, shattering the entire machine and sending fragments flying everywhere.

Black Owl's eyes widened, filled with despair.

He retreated to the control panel, his fingers trembling as he typed on the keyboard, trying to activate the backup system: "Impossible... How could you be so strong..."

Qin Yang approached slowly, his gaze sweeping over the code on the screen. His tone was impatient. "I'll ask you one last time: what is the plan for 'Ultimate Judgment'? What is its core? Don't make me waste any more time."

Black Owl gritted his teeth, a glint of madness flashing in his eyes: "Qin Yang, you will never find our core! The will of the Court of Owls will endure forever!"

Before he could finish speaking, Black Owl suddenly trembled all over, a trickle of black blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his body slumped to the ground.

Qin Yang frowned, a cold glint flashing in his eyes: "Tsk, another suicide by poison? The Owl Court is really ruthless."

"Sir, we have detected out-of-control energy fluctuations in the equipment."

Qin Yang sneered and glanced at the control panel.

His fingers flew across the screen, and the unlock screen appeared.

Qin Yang muttered to himself, "Tsk, a combination lock? Black Owl, you tech geek are pretty old-fashioned."

"Sir, I suggest using brute force."

"I'm calm," he said on Friday.

"Brute force? Friday, I like your suggestion."

Qin Yang grinned, condensed a ball of light in his palm, and slammed it onto the control panel.

The sphere of light exploded, sparks flew from the control panel, the screen went black instantly, and the energy fluctuations abruptly ceased. (End of Chapter)