“An anti-gravity drone?
The kind of pod that hovers beside 2B, firing bullets and lasers?” Hearing the system prompt echo in his mind, Loren immediately pictured it.
In the game *NieR: Automata*, there was a small flying pod shaped like a surveillance camera.
Despite its compact size, it possessed blistering flight speed and immense firepower.
Beyond firing standard bullets, it could unleash long-range laser cannons with devastating force.
This perfectly covered 2B’s lack of ranged combat options.
Moreover, it would hover beside her at all times, providing full-spectrum automated reconnaissance and escort duty.
It was obvious how incredible such an anti-gravity pod would be.
Equipping 2B with it would undoubtedly elevate her combat capabilities to a whole new level.
And since he was currently crafting his own Batsuit, he could even equip one on himself when the time came.
With that, the combat prowess he could unleash would far surpass anything Batman from the DC Universe could ever dream of.
Beyond combat, anti-gravity technology could be seamlessly integrated into transportation, aerospace, and defense industries.
It was a piece of super-black-technology capable of revolutionizing the existing global logistics infrastructure.
Once fully developed, the Morgan family wouldn’t just be the premier financial syndicate in the United States; they would stand virtually peerless on the entire planet.
Perhaps only Wakanda—the source of Vibranium—might still pose a challenge.
At the thought, anticipation surged within him.
He immediately threw himself into the crafting process.
He couldn’t build a full production line on short notice, but constructing a single anti-gravity pod using his existing technological means and resource integration capabilities was entirely achievable.
Wasting no time, he initiated the crafting process right away.
*** Inside the chairman’s office of Kingpin Tower in New York, an abnormally tall, bald man sat clad in a white suit.
His massive, hyper-developed physique stretched the fabric so tight it looked ready to burst.
This burly, bald giant was none other than Kingpin, the absolute ruler of the underworld in New York and across the entire United States.
Born Wilson Grant Fisk, he was the arch-nemesis of Daredevil in a certain parallel Marvel universe, as well as a deadly adversary to Spider-Man and the Punisher.
Possessing a meticulous mind and intellect far exceeding average men, over ninety percent of his body was pure muscle.
His terrifying physical strength allowed him to punch straight through concrete walls with his bare hands, and he was a world-class grandmaster in hand-to-hand combat—a thoroughly dangerous opponent.
In the Marvel universe Loren inhabited, Kingpin’s status was no different.
He remained the undisputed underworld emperor of New York and the nation, possessing immense influence that reached the highest heavens.
Right now, however, his face was extraordinarily dark.
“Boss, word came back from Mexico.
We found young Will’s trail, but he’s already dead.” Standing a short distance away, a pale-faced man reported respectfully.
The man was one of Kingpin’s trusted lieutenants, Tombstone.
“Dead?
How did he die?” Hearing that the man named Will was dead, Wilson Grant Fisk, who had been signing documents, set his pen down and looked up at Tombstone with a scowl.
“According to the intel sent back, a silver-haired woman suddenly showed up at the drug lab where Will was hiding and killed him.
Supposedly, she didn’t just kill Will; she slaughtered a dozen drug traffickers and set the entire lab on fire.
The guy sheltering Will suffered massive losses.” “A silver-haired woman?
Is she the one who showed up at the police precinct yesterday?” Kingpin didn’t care much about Will’s death itself.
The man was just a low-level thug under his command; his death meant nothing.
In fact, the reason he had dispatched men to hunt Will down in the first place was to silence him.
Now that he was dead, it actually saved him the trouble.
Hearing Tombstone mention the silver-haired woman, however, instantly put him on high alert.
Just yesterday, several men he had sent to attack the police station had also fallen to a silver-haired woman.
And according to the mole he had planted inside the police department, that silver-haired woman was the personal secretary of Loren Morgan, the sole heir to the Morgan family.
Which meant Loren had beaten him to Will.
Had Loren already extracted the answers he wanted from Will’s mouth?
If so, things were unlikely to remain peaceful for him moving forward.
As these thoughts raced through his head, his expression darkened further.
The situation was slipping out of his control.
“Yes, it’s the same silver-haired woman from the precinct yesterday.
She’s one of Loren Morgan’s people, so the Morgan family almost certainly knows we were involved in this.” Tombstone’s face was equally grim.
He was the one who had dispatched the two hitmen to shoot the head of the Morgan family.
If the truth came to light, he would be the first one dragged down.
Hearing Tombstone’s confirmation, Kingpin clenched his fist and slammed it heavily onto his executive desk.
The violent force snapped the thick desk clean in half.
“You knew she belonged to the Morgan family, you useless trash!
If you hadn’t bungled the job and failed to silence the witnesses in time, would we be trapped in a corner like this?” Veins bulged across Kingpin’s forehead in pure rage.
He looked ready to crush Tombstone right then and there.
He had emphasized over and over that the job had to be neat and clean, yet an error had occurred on their own end.
Faced with Kingpin’s roaring wrath, Tombstone didn’t dare utter a word of defense.
He simply lowered his head, enduring the tirade.
He knew all too well that he had messed up.
According to the original plan, the moment his two hitmen completed the assassination, he was supposed to kill them immediately to prevent any leaks.
Who could have guessed those two subordinates were far too clever for their own good?
After carrying out the hit, instead of foolishly returning to claim their reward, they fled the country on the spot.
That had derailed his follow-up plans and led to the current predicament.
He could fully understand why his boss was so furious.
“Boss, it was indeed my failure.
Those two kids were too crafty.
If I’d known, I would have handled it myself,” Tombstone said with a panicked, lowered head.
“Shut up!
I don’t want to hear your meaningless excuses.
According to our original plan, Loren Morgan, as the sole heir of the Morgan family, should have died alongside his parents.
The brat just got lucky he wasn’t there at the time.
“Now that things have escalated to this point, we have no choice but to push forward with the original plan.
Gather your men immediately and head to Morgan Manor.
Kill that damned kid for me.” Madness gleamed in Kingpin’s eyes.
A ruthless flash passed through Tombstone’s eyes as well.
“Understood.
I’ll assemble our forces right away.
I’ll make sure Loren Morgan never sees tomorrow’s sun.” Nodding, Tombstone turned and hastily left the room.