It was rush hour, the morning commute.
New York City was gridlocked, the roads choked with stationary cars, and pedestrians jostled on the sidewalks.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a man riding a flying skateboard, draped in a bizarre battle robe, shot across the sky above them like a meteor.
The sonic boom drew the attention of many.
"Huh!"
"A flying skateboard? Is that Harry Osborn?"
"No, this guy has nothing to do with Osborn Company… He's new! Something's definitely about to happen!"
People exchanged glances at the sight.
Some people still thought this guy was Harry Osborn, who had just announced his debut as a superhero. Others, more knowledgeable, immediately denied it, realizing with a great sense of foreboding that something was about to happen.
The bolder onlookers, unable to contain their curiosity, quietly followed the figure in the air, arriving at the docks on the edge of Manhattan.
They saw the strange figure, standing on a flying skateboard, hovering above the docks, looking down at the rows and rows of bungalows below.
"Come out, Flint Marko!"
The strange figure in everyone's eyes was none other than Phil, who had just stepped onto the stage of his debut.
At that moment, his calm words echoed throughout the entire dock.
Many dockworkers, seeing the figure overhead, sensed something was amiss, that something might change, and immediately fled the scene.
They retreated, hiding in a safe place, and looked back at the scene.
Phil was still standing in mid-air.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The surrounding wind gradually intensified, and the sky was filled with yellow sand that blew into people's faces, making it difficult to open their eyes. It was as if the sandbags carried by the cargo ships at the docks had all been blown out by this strange wind that came from nowhere.
The audience watching from afar had already realized something was wrong.
The sandstorm appeared very strangely.
"Who are you?"
A deep voice came from the sandstorm.
"Heh heh!"
Phil heard this and revealed a proud smile: "I'm Oni, a formal member of the Justice League, and I'm here to deal with you on Batman's orders. However, on behalf of Batman, I can give you a chance to surrender... If you honestly hand over Justin Hammer, you'll only have to spend a dozen years in prison before you can get out."
"Hmph!"
Another cold snort echoed through the swirling sandstorm. Flint Marko clearly wasn't about to surrender just because of Phil's words.
Whoosh!
The next moment, the sand seemed to coalesce into a tornado, possessing immense power as it hurtled towards Phil in mid-air.
At the same time, the words Phil had deliberately revealed were heard by the onlookers.
Everyone present displayed expressions of shock.
This strange figure was actually a formal member of the Justice League!
Oni?
Another new superhero, huh?
Also.
From the conversation just now, they heard that the Oni was going to deal with the guys who kidnapped Justin Hammer!
"Hiss—"
Someone gasped.
"This is no small matter!"
Going back about ten minutes.
Anton got off the plane at the New York airport and took out his phone to check his messages.
It was a message from Phil.
At this crucial moment, Phil, of course, wouldn't forget to report his plan to his boss.
After Anton agreed, Phil decisively took action.
Arriving in New York and checking the time, Anton knew Phil would be starting his move. He then called the Continental Hotel.
"Anton, our people are ready!"
Winston wasn't nervous when he received Anton's call.
He had contacted Phil before and knew the purpose of Anton's call.
"Excellent, have all your people mobilize."
Anton instructed, "Phil will be tying up Flint Marko. Your target is to capture Justin Hammer."
"No problem."
Winston nodded, patting his chest on the other end of the phone, guaranteeing the completion of the task.
As one of the High Table's most important spheres of influence in the United States, the Continental Hotel has become a rather unique part of the High Table's forces.
The reason, of course, lies with Batman.
The High Table cannot bypass the Continental Hotel to contact Batman. To communicate with Batman, or to pass a message to him, they must go through the Continental Hotel's channels.
This was a rule established from the very beginning.
If the High Table members were to go to the Daily Bugle, or DC Company, as they did at first, and find Anton or Eddie, intending to communicate with Batman, it would be equivalent to breaking the rules.
It is worth mentioning that the High Table is an organization that is very strict about rules.
Therefore, Winston, with the unique status of the Continental Hotel, held a special position within the High Table, becoming almost an unlisted elder, second only to the few elders.
At the same time, the Continental Hotel's power expanded, completely occupying Hell's Kitchen and covering all of New York.
Winston had almost replaced Kingpin as the person in charge of New York's underworld.
Of course, Winston knew clearly that all the changes now were brought about by Batman.
He also couldn't forget how, on that night a few months ago, a figure in black armor, with a flowing cape, had easily broken into his safe house, speaking calmly, as if without killing intent, yet making him shudder.
"See you later."
Winston finished speaking.
Beep beep!
The call ended.
Anton got into the car that was waiting for him and headed towards the Continental Hotel in Manhattan.
That was their agreed meeting place.
The driver of the car, who had come to meet Anton, was his employee, Eddie Brock.
"I just got off the phone with Captain Stacy. He's already arranged for the task force to go to the place Phil specified for the pickup."
Eddie said as he drove, "George will be waiting for us at the Continental Hotel."
"Phil did a good job this time." Anton nodded in satisfaction, praising him, "When he gets back, let him write tomorrow's news himself. He can brag as much as he wants."
"That's what I was thinking too."
Eddie let out a laugh.
Manhattan, dock area.
Phil and Flint Marko, the Sandman, immediately engaged in a fierce battle.
As a mutant, Flint's abilities were difficult to defend against. Fortunately, Phil already understood Flint's abilities and had received guidance from Anton. Over the past few weeks, he had gotten Donatello to create a batch of Ice Guns and prepared plenty of ammunition.
The Ice Gun's freezing bullets not only had a powerful impact but could also instantly generate extremely low temperatures, freezing a target into ice in the blink of an eye.
This was similar to the Flash's villain, Captain Cold, the leader of the Rogues.
This guy had an Ice Gun that could produce absolute zero, which was quite similar to Phil's.
Of course, the one Phil had wasn't nearly as powerful.
But it was more than enough to deal with the Sandman.
"Damn it!"
Flint Marko's face was grim. The Ice Gun had posed a significant threat to him.
It was like a Logia Devil Fruit user encountering a Haki master; most of their abilities were rendered useless.
Without his ability advantage, Flint couldn't afford to be arrogant.
"Phil... Oni, we're here!"
Suddenly.
A truck sped towards them, drawing cheers from the onlookers.
They were all too familiar with this vehicle!
The entire truck was plastered with a pattern that was instantly recognizable to the citizens of New York—the iconic images of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
"You're just in time!"
Phil, who had been suppressing Flint Marko and stealing the spotlight, couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Everything was going according to his plan.
Although Phil intended to make his debut in the public eye, he was cautious and hadn't put all his eggs in one basket.
Calling in the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles was his backup plan.
Near the battlefield between Phil and the Sandman.
Specifically, the dock area.
Inside a certain bungalow, Justin Hammer's expression turned grim as the Oni, in Phil's form, attacked.
He realized he was exposed in the eyes of certain people.
"Batman, the Justice League… what exactly are you trying to do?"
From the guy called the Oni, he could tell that the "certain people" here referred to Batman and others.
Justin pondered for a moment.
Even without an answer, he didn't hesitate. He told the Sandman, Flint, to hold off the attacker while he packed his things, intending to leave immediately.
Bang!
The door had just opened.
"Hello, Mr. Hammer, the Continental Hotel welcomes you!"
At the door, a black man looked calmly at Justin Hammer, smiling.
Justin's expression changed dramatically, and he immediately slammed the door shut.
Bang!
Seeing this, the black man from the Continental Hotel didn't hesitate. He kicked out, forcing the door, which was about to close, to open again. Then, he grabbed Justin's collar, lifted him up, and brought him into a car parked on the side of the road.
Vroom!
The car started and quickly drove away.
The battle between Phil and Flint Marko was still ongoing at the scene.
However, the arrival of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles added to the fight. The appearance of the four turtles made Flint Marko feel unprecedented threat.
"Surrender," Phil said, hovering a few meters above the road on his flying skateboard, a smile visible beneath his mask.
The four turtles stood beside him, forming a line to face their enemies not far away.
"I will never surrender!"
Flint Marko, the Sandman, glanced at the Ice Gun in Phil's hand, clearly wary.
After some thought, he gritted his teeth, his expression one of extreme reluctance.
"What a pity!"
Phil said calmly, "If you die, I'll find a good foster home for your daughter."
Hearing those words, Flint's pupils contracted. He seemed to lose all his strength, completely relaxing.
"Wait!"
Flint gathered the sand scattered around him, raised his hands, and, with a dejected expression, restrained all his power. "I won't fight anymore!"
"Smart move."
Phil snorted and waved at the turtles behind him. "Donnie, you brought the special stun cuffs, right?"
Continental Hotel.
Justin Hammer was brought here.
"The High Table?"
Justin's face changed as he realized something, his expression becoming strange. "You're with the High Table?"
"If you're after money, I can give you ten times what you're asking for."
He immediately offered ten times the amount, attempting to bribe them with a large sum. "You must know who I am. I can afford it. I'm the chairman of Hammer Industries!"
"The chairman of Hammer Industries certainly has deep pockets!"
A mocking voice echoed.
Justin Hammer turned to look and saw a figure he knew, appearing in his line of sight.
"You're..."
Justin's eyes widened. "Anton Jameson! It's you!"
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