Marvel’s Shadowed Knight

At this moment, within the vast estate of the Kane Manor, a shadowy figure was carefully searching for something.

Though the darkness made it impossible to clearly see the person's appearance, the well-defined, alluring curves of their silhouette spoke volumes.

Not to mention their highly professional movements and the various sophisticated detection gadgets they carried—it was clear they were no ordinary thief.

With a specialized handheld scanner, they meticulously swept the grand living room.

But—nothing.

"This is harder than I thought."

The woman scrutinized her surroundings, unable to stop herself from muttering under her breath.

Of course, she made sure to keep her voice as low as possible.

"If it's him, we need him." A voice crackled in her earpiece, issuing an instruction.

"I know," she replied impatiently before abruptly cutting off the communication.

The person on the other end could only sigh in frustration but refrained from saying more.

Interfering during a mission—especially one involving infiltration—was always risky.

One wrong move, and this could turn into something straight out of a Japanese action film like Secret Infiltration Investigator.

Only, with a bit more violence.

At this moment, the infiltrator was itching to turn the entire Kane Manor upside down.

A grand estate with no guards, no servants—something felt off.

Did he really cook his own meals every day?

She didn't believe it.

Especially not a notorious playboy who indulged in luxury and pleasure—there was no way he handled such mundane tasks himself.

Unless this manor was just a cover for something else.

And as someone who had met Bruce Wayne face-to-face for the first time today, she was willing to bet that the danger lurking beneath his composed demeanor was no less than that of any elite agent she had worked with.

Just as she was about to continue her search, the lights in the hall suddenly flickered on.

The once-dark room was now bathed in a bright glow.

"I don't recall scheduling a housekeeping service tonight."

Bruce Wayne, dressed in a bathrobe, leaned casually against the wall, his gaze fixed on the clearly caught-off-guard agent.

In his hand, he held a gun.

"If I said I was here to deliver documents, I suppose you wouldn't believe me, would you?"

The woman turned to face Bruce, her expression remarkably composed.

"You can try," Bruce said, settling effortlessly onto his couch.

The agent—whose name started with "W"—seemed about to say something.

But Bruce interrupted her.

Waving a finger, he studied the well-equipped agent before him and mused, "Let me guess… FBI? No, those idiots would just knock on the door and flash a search warrant."

"CIA? They like to operate under the FBI's cover, but their gear isn't as advanced as yours."

"Which means—you're from S.H.I.E.L.D."

"I have to say, I'm quite curious—what exactly is a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent hoping to find in my home?"

"Mr. Kane, do you really not know what we're looking for?" The agent, now fully exposed, no longer bothered to deny her identity.

"Why don't you introduce yourself first?" Bruce countered, deliberately ignoring her question.

The agent's striking blue eyes locked onto Bruce, scrutinizing him, searching for any hint of reaction.

Unfortunately for her, whatever tactic she was using had absolutely no effect on Bruce.

"I'm sure the press would love to hear about a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent sneaking into the home of a law-abiding citizen in the middle of the night," Bruce said, resting his chin on his hand, smiling at her.

The female agent was rather direct.

"What do you want? This body?"

As she spoke, she began removing the equipment she carried, even slowly peeling off her tight-fitting suit.

Bruce, however, remained silent, merely watching her movements.

His gaze reflected an appreciation for beauty.

There was no denying that, as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, the woman before him was outstanding in every regard.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have been so confident in her own honey trap.

Seeing Bruce's reaction, the agent was naturally satisfied. She believed that, with her charm, she could extract every last one of his secrets.

Even if he was the Bat.

Just as she sat down beside Bruce, before she could even react, she was suddenly slammed to the ground.

She tried to speak, but in the next instant, Bruce's iron fist struck the back of her head.

"Miss, you are indeed beautiful, but I'm afraid you're not my type."

Bruce looked down at the unconscious agent, his tone indifferent.

"Looks like someone's taken notice of you," came Thomas's voice at that moment.

"In a world where Batman comic books exist, the general public might not care about me—but that doesn't mean they wouldn't come knocking."

Bruce no longer paid any attention to the agent. Instead, he walked over to the various gadgets she had discarded.

Flipping through them, he contemplated his next course of action.

The arrival of this unexpected agent had completely disrupted his plans.

It was now obvious—S.H.I.E.L.D. had set their sights on him.

Perhaps someone had been manipulating events, steering everything toward him.

After all, Kingpin had been under surveillance for a long time.

And with the commotion caused by recent events, it would've been impossible for S.H.I.E.L.D. not to take notice.

Bruce frowned.

He had been wary of this possibility, but given S.H.I.E.L.D.'s current situation, they logically shouldn't have had the resources to come after him.

They hadn't even sorted out the mess in Hell's Kitchen.

Coming after him now—wasn't that just a waste of effort?

Unless… Nick Fury was truly running out of capable agents.

To the point where, even for a lead that might be false, he had no choice but to take a chance, hoping to get the answers he needed.

Seeing the communicator now shut off, Bruce relaxed a little.

At the very least, this meant their conversation hadn't been transmitted back to her handler.

That gave him much more room to maneuver.

Rising to his feet, Bruce walked over to a cabinet and retrieved a Taser gun.

After putting on a pair of gloves, he dragged the unconscious agent to a more suitable spot and placed one of her batons in her hand.

As for her pistol, Bruce had already confiscated it.

Once everything was set, he raised the Taser and fired it directly at the agent's chest.

A powerful electric current surged through her body, shocking her awake.

But before she could regain full consciousness, another jolt sent her straight back into a deep coma.

Unhurried, Bruce walked to the side and dialed a number.

"I need to report a crime, officer!" His voice was filled with panic. "Some crazy woman broke into my house in the middle of the night! She even started undressing in front of me!"

His expression, however, remained eerily calm.

"Yes, yes, my location is—"

"Please send officers over immediately."

(End of Chapter)

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