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"So, Adrian and the others failed?"

"Yes, sir." The subordinate bowed slightly.

"Adrian was captured, and the Rhino, along with his armor, was crushed into a meat patty."

"How were they defeated?" Kingpin asked.

The subordinate then told Kingpin everything that had happened, causing Kingpin to frown deeply.

"The Rhino doesn't matter; that kind of brute doesn't know anything. The main thing is Adrian. The other party should already know that I'm the mastermind behind this."

Kingpin gently tapped the armrest of his chair, contemplating his next move.

"Summon Dr. Cindy," Kingpin instructed his subordinate.

The subordinate bowed slightly before turning to leave.

About five or six minutes later, there was a knock on the office door.

"Come in."

"You called me, boss?" Cindy pushed the door open and entered.

"How's the preparation going?" Kingpin asked abruptly.

However, Cindy understood Kingpin's meaning and replied, "It's almost ready. If you want to move it up, boss, it's not impossible, but the success rate won't be very high."

Kingpin frowned and asked again, "What's the success rate?"

"Less than 40%, " Cindy shrugged. "That's thanks to me. If you relied on your previous subordinates, it would probably be less than 10%."

The probability Cindy gave was far lower than Kingpin's expectations, but Cindy was also telling the truth; the plan had indeed gone much smoother since she came.

"How much more time do you need?"

"Who knows for sure." Cindy was about to play dumb when she heard a creak and saw Kingpin turn around, looking at her with a gloomy face. She knew that Kingpin's patience was running out.

Cindy had no choice but to admit defeat and change her words, saying, "At the very least, three to four months."

Cindy didn't tell the whole truth. Three to four months would only increase the probability to 50% or 60% at most. These three to four months were actually the time she needed to perfect the radiated spider.

In reality, with the first experience and the data provided by Gwen, creating another radiated spider wouldn't take so long. This also included the time she needed to put on a show for Kingpin.

She originally wanted to play dumb and buy more time, but Kingpin was clearly not as easy to fool as Norman. Cindy estimated that if she had said the wrong thing just now, she wouldn't have died, but she certainly wouldn't have had an easy time.

Three to four months? That's still too long. Kingpin leaned back in his chair, thinking about his options.

He was already exposed, and the other party was ruthless (referring to the new Rhino being crushed into a patty). He would probably come knocking soon. Based on the abilities his subordinates described, his side would probably have a hard time stopping him.

However, none of this was the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing was that they still didn't know how many trump cards Yang Le had. What exactly was this power?

Kingpin frowned deeply. He was too impatient this time, and he made a bad move, but it didn't matter; it wasn't a dead end yet, and there was still room to play.

Kingpin took out his phone, found a number, and dialed it.

"I have something I need you to do, now."

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In the secret base located on the Atlantic seabed—the Bathtub, Yang Le and Gwen were preparing for the upcoming battle.

Now that the mastermind had been identified, it was time to take the initiative. It was a good opportunity to settle both old and new scores at the same time.

Gwen was checking the ammunition in her web-shooters while also observing whether Snowball had eaten enough.

Yang Le was also making preparations. After today's battle, he decided to invent something that could resist sound waves.

Yang Le was still shaken by the battle he experienced today. Fortunately, the Omnitrix had a protective function, or an ordinary Petrosapien would have died.

In fact, Yang Le had already started creating auxiliary tools for some of his alien heroes, but after today's events, he decided to move up Diamondhead's order.

Yang Le finished checking his equipment, stretched, and glanced at the time, realizing it was already late at night.

"Ready, Gwen?" Yang Le stood up. "It's time to go."

"I've been ready for a long time." She reached out to the table, and Snowball understood, climbing up Gwen's arm and onto her back, disguising itself as a spider logo.

Just as the two were about to leave, a pop song suddenly rang out; it was Gwen's ringtone.

"Harry?" Gwen took out her phone and saw the caller ID.

"Hello, Harry? What's wrong?" Gwen answered the phone, her voice hoarse, pretending to have just woken up.

In fact, Gwen was a little flustered, after all, she had just beaten up Harry's father and kidnapped him, although she had sent him back, she couldn't help but feel guilty.

"Hello, Gwen! Don't sleep! Big news, big news!" Harry's voice sounded excited.

"Big news? If there's big news, go to the Daily Bugle, why are you calling me?" Seeing that Harry wasn't calling to question her, Gwen pretended to be angry and wanted to hang up.

"I'm going to sleep, bye!"

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Harry quickly said, "Don't, let me finish, this matter is related to you."

"Me? What's related to me?" Gwen frowned.

"It's related to your dad," Harry's tone carried a hint of admiration.

"Your dad just arrested Kingpin, didn't you know?"

Gwen was stunned, and it took her a long time to utter a sentence.

"Huh?"

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Across from the New York Police Department, Gwen, wearing her battle suit, and Yang Le, transformed into Ghostfreak, were standing on the roof, observing everything that was happening below.

The New York Police Department welcomed its most lively day since its construction. Reporters, gangsters, onlookers, surrounded the police station.

They were all there for one person, the former New York underworld emperor, now a prisoner—Kingpin, who was currently sitting in a police car on his way to the police station.

"He's here! He's here!"

Someone shouted, and people immediately spotted the transport vehicle. Normally, it should have been escorted by police cars, but Kingpin's size was extraordinary, and ordinary police cars couldn't hold him, so they had to urgently dispatch a transport vehicle.

The crowd immediately rushed towards the transport vehicle, but they were blocked by the police who were already prepared with guns outside the cordon.

The transport vehicle stopped, and Kingpin got out of the car under the guard of heavily armed police officers.

"Mr. Kingpin, is your crime a fact? Are the police framing you!"

"Mr. Kingpin, can you confess your criminal history?"

"Mr. Kingpin! Mr. Kingpin!"

Kingpin ignored the reporters who were risking their lives for news and walked into the police station surrounded by the police officers, who seemed to be escorting him, not arresting him.

"It's like bodyguards," Gwen said in disbelief when she saw this scene.

Soon, the map will be changed. I've been in a universe with low popularity all the time. I'm afraid you'll get tired of it. Of course, it's only temporary. It's like entering a small dungeon, but the 65B thing is almost finished. There's only one event left and there's nothing to write about.