Marvel’s Shadowed Knight

Even at night, the sound of heavy objects crashing and the agonized wails of people were impossible to ignore.

In a quiet neighborhood, residents paused whatever they were doing to see what was happening.

Among them, Kingpin's men blended into the crowd, watching the commotion unfold. But upon realizing the fallen man was one of their own, they merely turned away indifferently.

Clearly, someone was making a move against them.

But who would dare?

Spider-Man was already dead at their hands. Was there still some fool out there bold enough to challenge them?

Perhaps one of those kids who used to fight alongside Spider-Man?

Regardless of who it was, the message was clear: they were being targeted.

"Boss, one of our guys got thrown off a building. He's not dead yet, but he's probably crippled." A low-level thug, stationed there to keep an eye on Spider-Man's family, immediately reported the incident.

No one knew what the person on the other end of the call said. But before leaving, the thug glanced back at his fallen comrade—his eyes filled with pity.

His fate was already sealed.

Meanwhile, the Spiders Heard Everything

But they didn't rush out.

As the only one among them with a background as both a detective and a superhero, the Black-and-White Shadow Spider stopped the others from acting recklessly.

There were eyes everywhere—spies whose allegiances were unknown.

If they rushed out now, wouldn't that be walking straight into a trap?

For now, the best move was to wait and observe.

Kingpin's men, being experienced in dealing with superheroes, knew better than to assume their enemy had stuck around.

Still, they proceeded with caution, moving to another location and quietly standing by.

Wayne Waits in the Shadows

He hadn't paid any attention to the thug's call. Instead, he simply waited for the man he wanted to see.

Manhattan's luxury apartments?

There were far too many high-end apartments in Manhattan—enough that Wayne wouldn't be able to search them all in just three days.

But some events were bound to draw out the higher-ups overseeing the thugs monitoring the Parker family.

Like a ghost, Wayne trailed the small-time gangsters from a distance—close enough to observe their movements, but far enough that they couldn't spot him.

It was the perfect distance.

The moment that man showed up, Wayne would ensure he was right there in front of him.

And sure enough, Wayne's instincts were correct.

As soon as the thug made the call, the man on the other end decided to check out the situation in person.

The circumstances were simply too sensitive.

Spider-Man had just died, and now their surveillance men were getting taken out?

No matter how they looked at it, this was a chilling development.

Could a superhero be coming after them without their knowledge?

Especially since just yesterday, one of their factories had been attacked by a masked vigilante.

Already on edge, the man was now outright furious.

A Car Arrives, Leaving No Room for Subtlety

A vehicle screeched into view, making no attempt to conceal itself.

The sudden stop sent black skid marks streaking across the pavement.

This crude, aggressive parking alone spoke volumes about the driver's boiling rage.

"I hope the next thing I hear is good news."

A man, dressed entirely in gray and white, stepped out of the driver's seat.

As soon as he appeared, he was already reprimanding his underlings.

"If things were really as simple as you say, the world wouldn't be the way it is now."

"Sorry, boss. There were too many people there—we couldn't make a move." The subordinate who had called Tombstone earlier immediately stepped forward to admit his mistake.

The commotion had been too loud, drawing the attention of all the surrounding residents. Even if they had wanted to act, they simply didn't have the time.

By the time they arrived, calls to both the police and emergency services had already been made.

The only thing they could do was leave and make sure they weren't implicated.

Tombstone took a deep breath. He knew that killing someone in broad daylight was out of the question.

But things had been going far too poorly lately.

"Does anyone know who exactly did this?" Tombstone forced himself to suppress his anger, keeping his voice as calm as possible.

But his underlings only exchanged glances before lowering their heads, bracing themselves for the storm.

"So you're telling me that not a single one of you saw who attacked them?"

Tombstone couldn't believe how many brain cells he must have lost when he decided to recruit these fools—to use them as informants to keep an eye on the Parker family.

If it weren't for the flashing red and blue lights in the distance, he would have pulled out his gun and shot every last one of them right then and there.

"Listen up—once that guy is in the hospital, I don't care how you do it, but take him out. Otherwise, I'll deal with you instead." Leaving those words behind, Tombstone got into his car.

What he didn't notice was that, the moment he shut the car door, a small black device had already latched onto the trunk.

Tombstone had come here hoping to gather some information about the person who had destroyed their factory.

But to his frustration, his men hadn't even gotten a glimpse of the attacker.

Then again, thinking about it, that made sense.

The survivors from the factory had all said the same thing—that the attacker moved like a bat in the night, leaving no trace behind.

Those who had faced the masked figure head-on had all ended up in a vegetative state.

One person had managed to catch a glimpse of the attacker's outfit, but it was only a fleeting silhouette.

The only useful piece of information Tombstone had was this:

The man wore an all-black battle suit with a cape that spread like bat wings.

Compared to the old Spider-Man, this new vigilante might have spared their lives, but his methods were far more ruthless.

"Think you're Batman or something?" Tombstone muttered through gritted teeth, his hands tightening around the steering wheel.

Being taunted like this was beyond infuriating.

Meanwhile, Wayne watched the small red dot moving across his gauntlet's map display.

He was certain that after what had just happened, Tombstone would report to Kingpin.

If this was just Tombstone acting on his own, there was no way he would have so many informants planted in the area.

The only possibility was that Fisk wanted to see if anyone was trying to help Spider-Man seek revenge.

What Fisk likely never considered was this—

Some people might indeed want revenge for Spider-Man.

But others… had their sights set on Fisk's empire itself.

Tombstone finally came to a stop, but it wasn't where Wayne had expected.

Contrary to his earlier guess, Tombstone hadn't stopped in Manhattan or the wealthier Long Island.

Instead, he had pulled into Brooklyn.

Given this universe's Fisk and his obsession with Vanessa and his son, this was likely where their so-called warm and happy home was.

Cracking his neck, Wayne prepared himself for the battle ahead.

(End of Chapter)

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