The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel...

Chapter 369 Reunion

"Fur~"

He leaned back lazily on the luxurious yet somewhat gloomy sofa, slowly exhaling a smoke ring that rose and spread slowly in the air.

He wore a smug expression, his tone full of sarcasm and self-satisfaction: "Look at the situation now. I only need to make one phone call, and those so-called cross-dressing freaks will obediently be chased by the police. Hahaha, my business is getting better and better."

After saying that, his smile became even more blatant, as if the whole world was under his control.

Indeed, it's not the formidable opponents we fear, but the incompetent teammates. The US government's seemingly effective measure of requiring superheroes to register their real names has not only caused a serious division within the superhero community, but has also created irreparable rifts between them.

This also unexpectedly created extremely convenient conditions for these criminals to commit their crimes.

The crimes that were once somewhat restrained by the intimidation of superheroes are now growing wildly like weeds, making the city's security increasingly worse and the people living in fear and anxiety.

It must be said that the US government made a terrible mistake. They were determined not to allow any civilian forces to exceed their control, but they never expected it to cause such serious consequences.

"You're their number one target," Kingpin said, sitting up slightly, flicking the cigarette in his hand, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes, as he reminded Wes, "They've already issued a warrant for your arrest."

Although Weiss is powerful, he is now on the opposite side of the entire US government.

The power of the government should not be underestimated; if it is truly targeted with all its might, it may find itself in considerable trouble.

However, Wes merely raised an eyebrow slightly, completely unconcerned.

In his eyes, if the US government dares to take action against him, he wouldn't mind doing something "interesting" in response, letting them see his methods. He's never been one to sit idly by and wait to be killed.

"How are your wife and children?"

Weiss changed the subject.

Kingpin, who had just been beaming with pride, suddenly seemed to have all his strength drained away, and became dejected.

He was obsessed with resurrecting his wife and children, and he spared no expense in investing a lot of resources and searching for all sorts of mysterious methods.

Dragon bones have the miraculous power to bring the dead back to life, so he tried to use them to conduct experiments with great hope, but the results were not smooth, and his wife and children did not return to his side as he wished.

Now, he can only continue to look for other ways. The pain and loneliness in his eyes have also diminished his usual arrogant and domineering attitude.

This was, after all, Kingpin's private matter, concerning the softest and most painful emotional entanglements in his heart. Wes knew that it was difficult for others to truly intervene, so he didn't want to meddle too much. He just sighed silently and got up to leave the building.

As Weiss walked down the bustling yet filthy streets of New York, even though it was broad daylight and the sun was shining brightly, various undercurrents of evil were surging beneath the seemingly normal surface of the streets.

With his keen senses, Wes clearly perceived that in those dark and narrow alleys, a series of heinous robberies were taking place.

Taking advantage of the current chaotic situation, the fact that the street heroes are preoccupied with their own problems, and the severe shortage of police resources, these criminals wantonly extend their evil hands to passersby, robbing them of their belongings. If they resist even slightly, they are beaten. The cries for help of the victims echo in the alleys, but few dare to step forward to stop them.

Even more outrageous, a group of audacious robbers were plotting to rob a bank.

Armed and masked, they stormed toward the bank's entrance, ignoring the horrified stares of the surrounding crowd. The city had become a haven for crime, where they could do as they pleased.

New York City was once home to many street heroes who were active in every corner of the city and always stepped forward to fight whenever crime occurred.

But now the situation is completely different. Due to the series of chain reactions triggered by the superhero real-name registration incident, most street heroes have chosen to go into hiding to avoid being investigated by the government.

They are either embroiled in internal strife and have no time to focus on fighting crime.

As a result, the police are overwhelmed by the endless stream of criminal activities. Even if all officers are mobilized, it is only a drop in the ocean and they are simply unable to curb the soaring crime rate.

Just then, Iron Man suits flew overhead from time to time; those were Tony's Iron Man troops on a mission.

With his exceptional intelligence and vast wealth, Tony Stark developed and manufactured various models of armor, each with its own unique capabilities to handle all sorts of unexpected situations.

Some models are specifically designed to deal with fires and are equipped with highly efficient fire extinguishing devices, which can quickly extinguish fires and rescue trapped people.

Some are skilled at handling crimes such as robbery, equipped with advanced tracking and attack systems, and can quickly subdue robbers when they face them.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

Tony single-handedly reduced New York's crime rate to some extent, contributing significantly to the city's safety.

But after all, a person's energy is limited. New York City is so big that countless emergencies happen every day. Even with the help of the Iron Army, Tony will always be overwhelmed at times.

The criminals figured this out and often took advantage of the gaps when the Iron Army was rushing to other places for rescue to quickly commit crimes and then escape, giving Tony and the police a headache. The whole of New York was still shrouded in the shadow of crime.

Wes returned to the potion shop at a leisurely pace, and as soon as he reached the door, he found that Tony had been waiting for him for a long time.

Wes wasn't surprised at all. After all, with Tony's abilities and the advanced technology he possessed, the entire city of New York was practically under his surveillance. It was only natural that Tony knew his whereabouts.

"I think we should talk."

Tony spoke first, slowly removing his sunglasses to reveal his deep, yet undeniably weary eyes.

During this period, he was busy dealing with the disputes within the Avengers caused by the real-name registration, and he also had to command the Iron Army to deal with a series of crimes in various parts of New York. He hardly had a moment to rest, and he was under tremendous pressure, both physically and mentally. The look of exhaustion was deeply etched on his face.

Wes glanced at him, said nothing more, simply opened the shop door quietly, gestured for Tony to come in, and said softly, "Come in."

(End of this chapter)