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

"Self-destruct mechanism has been deactivated, sir."

Friday's voice came through: "However, the core data of the device has been remotely deleted, and the Owl Court may have transferred critical information."

"Relocate? Tsk, these old birds are pretty quick to run."

Qin Yang frowned and glanced across the control room. "On Friday, scan the room to see if there are any residual data."

"Scanning... An encryption chip has been found, hidden in a secret compartment under the console."

He responded on Friday.

Qin Yang squatted down, gently knocked open the hidden compartment, and took out a chip about the size of a thumb.

He grinned: "Tsk, Black Owl, you're pretty good at hiding things."

On Friday, send the chip data to Nigma so he can crack it.

"Executed, sir."

Friday paused, "In addition, armed personnel have been detected approaching outside the building, possibly reinforcements from the Court of Owls. We recommend leaving as soon as possible."

"Reinforcements? Tsk, the Court of Owls is still quite persistent."

Qin Yang clapped his hands, and his figure transformed into golden light, instantly rushing out of the control room.

The next second, a loud bang came from above the building, and two armed drones were hit by lasers and fell as fireballs.

Qin Yang appeared on the roof of the building, his gaze sweeping across the street below.

Dozens of heavily armed mercenaries were surging toward the building, their pulse rifles flashing.

Qin Yang scoffed, "Tsk, the Court of Owls is quite generous, sending so many people to their deaths?"

"Sir, I suggest we withdraw from the east side to avoid the main combat force."

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

"Evacuate? Friday? Are you kidding me?"

Qin Yang grinned, a dazzling ball of light condensing in his palm. "The word 'retreat' doesn't exist in Kizaru's dictionary!"

He flashed and transformed into a golden light, rushing into the group of mercenaries.

Lasers shot out in all directions, and explosions rang out one after another. The mercenaries didn't even have a chance to fight back before they were all knocked down.

Qin Yang stood in the middle of the street, clapped his hands, and said casually, "Tsk, these guys aren't even good enough to warm up."

"Sir, all reinforcements have been eliminated."

On Friday, a message came in: "Mr. Nigma has sent a message that chip data has begun to be cracked. Preliminary analysis shows that the 'Final Verdict' involves the control of the global energy network, but the specific targets still need to be further declassified."

"A global energy network? Tsk, the Court of Owls certainly has big ambitions."

A cold glint flashed in Qin Yang's eyes as he lightly tapped his watch. "Alright, tell Nigma to work overtime to crack it."

I'll go back to Gotham first and talk to the Penguin to see if he has any new information.

Oswald's voice came through the communicator, tinged with impatience: "Qin Yang, what have you done to turn Manhattan upside down again? My informant says the NYPD is in an uproar! What exactly did you do?"

"What did you do? Tsk, Penguin, that's a rather redundant question."

Qin Yang replied lazily, "I destroyed the Owl Court's stronghold and killed Black Owl, but their core members escaped."

Nigma is cracking the chip; any new information from your side?

Oswald snorted, the umbrella handle thumping against the ground: "News? A few more scum from the Court of Owls showed up at the docks, and my men took care of them."

Oh, by the way, Bruce asked me to tell you that he rejected Galervin's deal and didn't sell his shares in Wayne Enterprises.

However, he's not in a good mood right now; you'd better go back and check on him.

"Bruce? Tsk, that guy's pretty stubborn."

Qin Yang raised an eyebrow, his tone slightly mocking, "Alright, I'll go back to Gotham tonight and chat with Batman while I'm at it."

Penguin, you keep an eye on the docks. Don't let the Court of Owls cause any more trouble.

"Staring at the dock? Qin Yang, you're still as sharp-tongued as ever."

Oswald scoffed, "Fine, I'll keep an eye on things."

However, if you cause any more chaos in Gotham, don't expect me to clean up your mess!

"Wipe your butt? Tsk, Penguin, I'll remember your jinx."

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

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

Qin Yang pushed open the door and entered. Nigma was engrossed in his computer, the screen displaying the decoding progress of the chip data.

Oswald leaned against the window, twirling his umbrella, his gaze sweeping over Qin Yang, his tone tinged with a hint of mockery: "Qin Yang, you finally decided to come back? Enjoying the hustle and bustle of Manhattan?"

"Lively? Tsk, Penguin, that's a bit sour."

Qin Yang grinned, casually pulled up a chair and sat down. "The Manhattan outpost is destroyed, Black Owl is dead, but the core of the Court of Owls is running faster than a rabbit."

"Hey buddy, how's the chip decoding going?"

Nigma pushed up his glasses, a hint of fatigue flashing in his eyes: "Lord Qin Yang, your efficiency is putting some pressure on me."

Sixty percent of the chip data has been cracked, and the 'final verdict' does indeed involve the global energy network. Their goal may be to paralyze the power systems of major cities through quantum devices, creating chaos.

The exact time and location of the execution are still being calculated and may take several more hours.

"Paralyze the power system? Tsk, the Court of Owls is quite the dirty trickster."

Qin Yang sneered and tapped his finger on the table. "Fine, Nige, you keep an eye on things."

"Where's Bruce, Penguin? I need to talk to him."

Oswald shrugged, pointing the umbrella handle towards the door: "Bruce? That guy's up all night in the Batcave, probably studying Wayne Enterprises' books again."

Go check on him, but he's not in a good mood right now.

"Not in a good mood? Tsk, Batman is quite sensitive."

Qin Yang chuckled, got up and walked towards the door, "Fine, I'll go take a stroll around the Bat Cave."

"You two, don't slack off. The Court of Owls' next move won't wait until we finish our coffee."

In the dimly lit Batcave at night, Wayne Corporation's financial data flickered on a huge computer screen.

Bruce Wayne sat at the control panel, his mask removed, revealing a hint of weariness in his eyes.

Qin Yang pushed open the door and leaned lazily against the wall, shaking the bottle of liquor in his hand: "Hey, Batman, staying up all night checking accounts? Be careful you don't go bald, the citizens of Gotham don't like bald heroes." Bruce looked up, a complex light flashing in his eyes: "Qin Yang, you're back."

Oswaldo told me about what happened in Manhattan.

"The Court of Owls' hideout...you've got it all sorted out again?"

"Done? Tsk, Bat Bro, you're making me a little cocky."

Qin Yang grinned, walked over and patted Bruce on the shoulder, "The outpost is destroyed, Black Owl is dead, but the core of the Court of Owls has escaped."

The black guy is cracking their chips; we expect new information soon.

How's it going on your end? I heard you turned down Galervin's deal?

Bruce sighed, his fingertips pausing on the keyboard: "Galevan gave me a file with information on Malone... but I know there's an even bigger hand behind him."

He wanted me to sell Wayne Enterprises, but I refused.

That's the culmination of my parents' hard work; I can't give it up.

"Refuse? Tsk, Bat Bro, I have to admire your stubbornness."

Qin Yang laughed heartily, his tone carrying a hint of sincerity, "However, those guys at the Owl Court won't let go just because you're holding onto your family business."

Their 'final ruling' involves global energy, and the next wave is expected to be even more severe.

What are your plans?

Bruce frowned, his gaze heavy: "I checked Wayne Corporation's accounts and found some unusual fund flows that may be related to the Court of Owls."

I want to investigate further, but it will take time… Qin Yang, why are you helping me like this? You clearly have your own path.”

"Help you? Tsk, Batman, that's a rather sentimental question."

Qin Yang waved his hand, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes. "I helped you because those guys from the Court of Owls messed with me. What's wrong with giving you a hand? Besides, Gotham can't do without you, Batman. I'm waiting for you to treat me to dinner!"

Bruce smiled faintly, a hint of warmth appearing in his eyes: "Qin Yang, thank you... But what do you plan to do about the Court of Owls' next target?"

"What to do? Tsk, Batman, that's a good question."

Qin Yang took a sip of his drink, a cold glint in his eyes. "After Nige cracks the chip, I'll go to their next stronghold and destroy their lair! But don't just stay up all night checking accounts; come out and fight with me occasionally to stretch your muscles."

"So, Batman, interested in coming with me to the next game?"

Bruce was silent for a moment, then a slight smile appeared on his lips: "Qin Yang, you bastard... fine, I'll lend a hand if needed."

"Make a move? Tsk, Bat Bro, I'll remember that!"

Qin Yang laughed and patted Bruce on the shoulder, "Alright, I'll go back and keep an eye on Niko. Don't overwork yourself, Wayne Group's stock price won't rise because of your all-nighters!"

Qin Yang turned and left, and the door to the Bat Cave slowly closed.

Bruce stared at the screen, a resolute glint in his eyes: "Court of Owls... I will not let you succeed."

Meanwhile, inside the secret base, Nigma's computer screen suddenly lit up, and the decoding progress bar reached 100%.

He pushed up his glasses sharply, his voice tinged with excitement: "Lord Qin Yang! The chip has been cracked! 'Ultimate Judgment''s next target is Tokyo, in three days! I'll send you the exact coordinates!"

Qin Yang appeared at the doorway, grinning: "Tokyo? Tsk, the Owl Court knows how to pick a location."

Okay, buddy, send me the coordinates. I'm flying to Tokyo tomorrow to give these veterans a big surprise!

Oswald leaned against the window, the umbrella handle tapping the floor with a dull thud: "Qin Yang, you... are you really planning to go alone? Tokyo isn't Manhattan, you might not be able to handle the Owl Court's trump cards."

The night was as dark as ink. Inside Gotham's secret hideout, the air was filled with the aroma of coffee and the low hum of computer coolers.

Qin Yang leaned lazily against the door frame, holding a bottle of whiskey in his hand, the bottle reflecting a faint light under the dim yellow light.

He squinted, staring at the computer screen in front of Nigma, where coordinates were slowly rotating on a map of Tokyo.

Oswald stood by the window, his black umbrella tapping lightly on the ground, producing a rhythmic "tap-tap."

His voice held a mixture of mockery and worry in his eyes.

"Tokyo, tsk, those old birds at the Owl Court really know how to pick a location."

Qin Yang shook the bottle, a carefree smile playing on his lips. "Hey bro, are you sure it's three days from now? Don't let me fly over and find out it's fake news, or I'll have wasted my precious vacation time."

Nigma pushed up his glasses, a hint of smugness flashing in his eyes, and his fingers flew across the keyboard, the data on the screen flowing like a waterfall.

"Your Excellency Qin Yang, your words are somewhat hurtful to my self-esteem."

I personally decrypted the chip data. The Owl Court is hiding an even bigger 'ultimate judgment' device in an underground facility in Shibuya, Tokyo.

The time is accurate to midnight three days later, with an error margin of no more than half an hour.

He paused, a hint of sarcasm in his voice, "But are you really planning to go alone? Tokyo isn't Manhattan; the security there is probably even more outrageous than Black Hawk's bank building."

"Exaggeration? Tsk, buddy, are you praising me or scaring me?"

Qin Yang chuckled, walked to Nigma's side, and glanced at the Tokyo map on the screen. "Shibuya Ward? I know that place well. I ate ramen there when I was in college. There's a giant advertising screen on the street. It's quite lively."

The reason the Owl Court chose that location is probably to use the crowds as cover for the operation of its facilities.

Okay, give me the coordinates, I'll fly there tomorrow.

Oswald snorted and slammed the umbrella handle on the ground with a louder sound, his tone tinged with impatience: "Qin Yang, can you stop being so reckless all the time? The Tokyo Owl Court outpost is no small matter. My informant said they have deployed at least a hundred security personnel there, plus a swarm of drones and an electromagnetic interference network."

If you rush in alone, you might end up getting thwarted.

"A setback? Penguin, I'll remember your jinxed words."

Qin Yang laughed and turned around to pat Oswald on the shoulder with considerable force, almost causing him to drop his umbrella. "A hundred security personnel? A swarm of drones? Tsk, sounds exciting, but in front of me, Kizaru, it's just a matter of a few more seconds."

Don't worry, I went to Tokyo and brought you some souvenirs. Sushi or ramen, you choose.

"Souvenirs? Qin Yang, can't you be serious for once?"

Oswald rolled his eyes and twirled the umbrella handle in his hand. "I'm not worried about you, I'm worried about you turning Tokyo upside down. If the Owl Court's energy devices go out of control, half a block of Shibuya will be blown to bits."

Don't forget, there's a huge mess waiting for you to clean up back in Gotham.

Qin Yang shrugged, took a sip of whiskey, and the ice cubes clinked crisply in the glass.

"Gotham's mess? Tsk, Penguin, you're making me a little uneasy."

"Didn't you already settle things at the docks? The remnants of the Court of Owls are fed to the fish, and Bruce is handling Wayne Enterprises' books. What else can I do? I can't exactly stay up all night for Batman, can I?"

Nigma looked up, adjusted his glasses, and said with a hint of teasing, "Mr. Qin Yang, if you're really free, why don't you help me optimize this decoding algorithm? There's still some residual data in the chip that hasn't been extracted yet; it might contain the Owl Court's backup plan."

The equipment in Tokyo is just what's on the surface; they definitely have more to come. (End of Chapter)