Half an hour later, the two men leave ahead of the police's arrival.
Nolan is no longer in the mood to tangle with Daredevil. Daredevil, whose identity has been exposed, has no energy or motivation to stop Nolan from taking the stolen money.
And since those remains were discovered, Nolan's chest seems to burn with swelling anger. It makes him want to kill all the gangs in New York.
However, on the way home, after Nolan disposes of most of the disposable equipment along the route, the gradual return of reason stops his impulse.
The tracksuit gang has been destroyed. The crisis involving him and his aunt has disappeared. The rest is no longer his task.
No matter how incompetent the federal government is, when facing such a sensational incident, it's time to mobilize forces among various departments. Maybe S.H.I.E.L.D. will be involved in the investigation.
If the media learns more inside information and engages in massive reporting, Stark, who's far away in Los Angeles, will probably get involved too.
In this age of technology, facing the all-pervasive artificial intelligence Jarvis, even the cautious Nolan has no confidence he can remain hidden.
He will face the authorities one day, but not yet. Keep a low profile. Keep developing.
Until Nolan masters more powerful strength and can face everything more calmly—that is his primary goal.
He was never a hero. Just an ordinary person fighting for his family.
Four o'clock in the morning.
Nolan, returning from Hell's Kitchen, enters the apartment. Instead of going straight home, he heads to the basement.
Reinforcement work is now complete. It can temporarily serve as a secret base.
Nolan, who isn't sleepy, counts the stolen funds. 1.98 million in cash.
If you add the remaining 680,000 under the bed in Nolan's bedroom, it's a total of 2.66 million.
Nolan has become a millionaire overnight.
Unfortunately, large amounts of black money can't be deposited into the bank at once. Unless Nolan is willing to spend time like ants moving, saving it little by little.
After collecting all the cash and hiding the Catachan Fang, Nolan, who carries the plasma pistol with him, locks the iron door of the basement. He goes upstairs and home.
When Nolan steps into his home, he seems to have left everything behind. He showers carefully, then finds some food from the refrigerator for a snack.
As the cold food slowly enters his stomach, Nolan, who was somewhat disturbed, gradually finds the feeling of the past. That is the security of home.
Not waking his aunt, who's still sleeping, Nolan finishes the food and returns to his bedroom. He places the plasma pistol next to his pillow and slowly falls asleep.
The bodies of twenty-three children are lined up, placed neatly on the ground.
Thirteen mutilated, bloody heads are piled into a terrifying mound, standing before the children's bodies. It seems like a memorial, but also seems to be simply venting anger.
This is what a large number of New York police officers, arriving belatedly after stepping into the messy Treasure Mall, see at first glance.
For a time, both experienced officers and new police who just joined the force have their faces suddenly change. Unable to bear the rising desire to vomit, they all run to the parking lot outside the mall and empty their stomachs as hard as they can.
Even with repeated orders from superiors, no one wants to enter the scene a second time. Being punished at work is still a secondary issue. Psychological trauma is something that will follow you for a lifetime.
Hence, this embarrassing situation continues until the FBI intervenes early. Only then does the basic investigation process for Treasure Mall reluctantly begin.
But even well-informed federal agents, faced with numerous crime scenes where the identities of the deceased are complex and the nature of the case is ambiguous, are at a loss.
In particular, the remains of children may be implicated in previous news reports of child abductions. The FBI begins to hope this is a hot potato. As reports are escalated, other departments will take over the investigation...
The sleeping Nolan is woken from sleep by his aunt.
He opens his eyes to see his aunt standing before his bedroom door in her nightgown. His aunt never enters his bedroom without permission unless something happens.
Nolan takes a deep breath, sits up and asks, "Aunt? What's wrong?"
"Big news! Stark!"
His aunt excitedly describes, nearly dancing, "That billionaire Tony Stark admitted his hero status!"
Nolan's brow furrows slightly. He blinks.
No way, so fast?
He gets up and follows his aunt into the living room. The image of Stark admitting his identity as Iron Man is being played over and over on TV.
Even as Nolan keeps jumping channels, every TV station is reporting the same story. Billionaire Stark returns from his disappearance. The prodigal son has turned around and become a superhero.
This is absolutely breaking news right now. Even the previous child kidnapping incident is completely suppressed, becoming yesterday's news.
After all, even after Nolan's deception, his aunt, who knew about the hero's existence in advance, has fallen into a strong desire for gossip. Not to mention those people who need entertainment every day.
However, Nolan isn't very excited.
Stark's hero identity being made public means the whole world has entered a chaotic era with monsters crawling everywhere.
Especially heroes like the "Devil of Hell's Kitchen." In the past, they were just frequent visitors in police files, urban legends circulating in the steel city. But from now on, while superheroes continue to appear, those super villains who are far more harmful will continue to emerge...
Seeing his aunt pick up her phone and begin sharing various gossip with her friends, Nolan, gradually enveloped by a sense of crisis, decides to conduct the next simulation as soon as possible.
The consumption of cooling time requires him to buy a large number of guns to replenish resources. Anyway, so much black money must find a way to be converted into Nolan's power.
Nolan says goodbye to his aunt and returns to the bedroom. He doesn't start the simulation immediately but sits cross-legged on the ground.
Nolan, calm and composed, prays briefly and powerfully to the Emperor.
"Emperor, bless me!"
Nolan, with a solemn expression, opens the simulator.
Because he encountered the evil god Tzeentch when he chose the identity of a Krieg Grenadier last time, Nolan hesitates for a moment and chooses to descend randomly.
[Simulation starting...]
[Current identity: Catachan recruit, Krieg Grenadier]
[Please choose your descending identity first]
[If you refuse, you will descend randomly]
[Identity selection has been refused]
[Simulation starting...]
[You descended into the Warhammer universe]
[Location: Milky Way · Unknown Star Region · Pelia]
[You descended to the surface of the planet]
[You found yourself inside an escape pod]
[You didn't have time to observe the surrounding environment]
[You were attacked by a suffocating stench so strong that it made you violently ill]
[You fell into an unstoppable coma]
["...Commissar...One more..."]
[You seemed to hear some noise, and then completely lost consciousness]