DC Heroes in Marvel

The turtles were dragged to the distant battlefield by the flying skateboard, their combined weight pushing the load to its limit. Anton and the others stayed behind, watching the scene unfold.

George glanced at the stranger lying on the ground, pondered for a moment, then touched his chin and looked at the two men standing in front of him.

"Is this the guy who caused the commotion at the booth?"

"You're talking about someone else," Anton shrugged. "This one escaped from Oscorp."

"I see! So it's him!" George exclaimed, suddenly piecing it together.

Oscorp had alerted the NYPD during the Max Dillon mutation incident. However, by the time the police arrived, Max had already fled, leaving chaos in his wake. 

The NYPD managed to gather some information and retain video footage, but the Max they encountered back then and the Max lying unconscious on the ground now were like two different people.

The former had been an imposing figure, his body crackling with electricity. The latter resembled a lifeless corpse.

After speaking with Anton, George finally understood the full story. 

However, Anton deliberately downplayed his own role in the battle, ensuring no one—including the public—would learn of his involvement.

This kind of recognition didn't matter to Anton. Solving the Max problem had already earned him his due.

[Arrest Electro: Reward 2 million Justice Points]

[Justice Points Balance: 32 million]

To Anton, the 2 million Justice Points earned from dealing with Max was the greatest contribution the villain had ever made to the world.

"So, you're saying there was a fight between Iron Man and some other iron soldiers?" George asked, stroking his chin. 

He turned toward Anton and Eddie. "Since you were there, you must know who the enemy is, right?"

"Ivan Vanko," Anton replied. "If you've been keeping up with the news, you'd know he's the Russian who attacked Tony Stark in Monaco."

"I know him!" George squinted. "After that attack on Stark, he was brought back to the U.S. and placed in a special prison. Certain agencies were interested in his technology. But I never expected him to escape!"

"You're well-informed," Anton remarked, glancing at the NYPD captain. 

He couldn't help but notice that George resembled a Marvel equivalent of James Gordon—resourceful, with access to special intelligence.

George chuckled, a hint of pride in his tone. "Of course. Ivan Vanko was detained in a prison near New York. It's my job to know these things."

The implication was clear: since Vanko had been incarcerated in New York, George, as the NYPD captain, would naturally be aware of his situation.

"Then I bet you don't know who helped Ivan escape," Anton said, his smile turning sly as he stared at George.

George's smug expression faltered. His eyes widened, and he turned to Anton sharply. "Who was it?" he demanded, his tone serious. "Who had the audacity to help Ivan break out and create such outrageous armor?"

"At this expo, there aren't many companies capable of manufacturing armor," Anton said. "Aside from Stark Industries and Oscorp, who else do you think has such capability?"

"Hammer Industries!" George immediately caught on to what Anton was implying.

The scattered clues in his mind connected in an instant. Without hesitation, he understood the credibility of the information Anton had just shared. 

There was only one person to suspect: Justin Hammer.

"If that's the case, this could escalate into something major!" George frowned, the gravity of the situation sinking in.

He turned to the officer beside him and barked an order. "Find Justin Hammer and arrest him immediately!" He paused briefly, then added, "If I'm right, he should still be nearby."

The chaos at the expo had thrown everyone's plans into disarray, including Justin Hammer's. The sudden appearances of Whiplash and Max Dillon (the so-called "Electro") had caught everyone off guard, Hammer included. 

In such circumstances, it was unlikely Justin would flee the scene outright. Instead, he'd probably attempt damage control.

And the easiest way to do that? Find a scapegoat.

If the NYPD could get to Justin Hammer first, there was a good chance they could extract valuable information from him. 

It would not only be a win for the department but also a significant achievement for George himself.

"Understood!" The officer nodded sharply and began issuing orders. Soon, officers were spreading out in all directions, searching for Justin Hammer's whereabouts.

Meanwhile, the unconscious Max Dillon lay restrained in front of Anton and the others. George secured him with a pair of specially designed handcuffs—crafted by Donatello for the NYPD. These handcuffs were made to restrain individuals with extraordinary abilities, ensuring even someone like Max couldn't break free.

At this moment, Max posed no threat. His body had short-circuited after the intense water impact, and whatever electricity he had left had completely dissipated. 

Without an opportunity to recharge, Max was effectively reduced to an "ordinary person," albeit one with enhanced physical fitness.

Anton observed this without much interest. Max, to him, was a minor threat—not worth any further attention.

The real focus was elsewhere. Anton turned his gaze toward the distant battlefield, where he guessed the showdown between Iron Man and Whiplash was nearing its climax.

"I wonder if the turtles made it in time," Anton murmured, glancing up at the now-calm sky. He suspected Tony Stark had already dealt with the rogue drones and was now locked in a direct fight with Whiplash.

Elsewhere

The officers dispatched by George quickly tracked Justin Hammer to a gathering area for Hammer Industries just outside the expo.

"Mr. Justin Hammer," one of the officers announced, stepping forward, "please come with us. There's a case that requires your assistance in our investigation."

The officers surrounded Hammer, but his bodyguards immediately stepped in to block them. Despite the tension, Justin appeared unfazed.

"I'm not sure if you're actually police officers," he said smoothly, his cold gaze scanning the group. "For all I know, you could be enemies disguised as law enforcement, here to kidnap me."

"This is our badge!" one officer retorted, pulling his credentials from his pocket.

Boom!

Before anyone could react, a fierce gust of wind and sand swept in from the side of the road, hitting them like a physical blow. 

It enveloped the entire group in a whirlwind, forcing everyone to shield their eyes against the onslaught.

When the sandstorm finally subsided, the officers opened their eyes—only to realize Justin Hammer had vanished.

"What the…?" one officer muttered, glancing around in disbelief.

"He's gone!" another exclaimed.

Even Justin's bodyguards were shaken. One of them cursed under his breath. "It's him! Damn it! The boss has been kidnapped!"

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