At four o'clock in the morning, it was raining heavily, and the cold night wind blew through the dark and silent alley next to the Black Mask Club. On the old street lamp at the entrance of the alley, the half-broken lampshade made an annoying creaking sound as always.
sound.
It is early autumn, and the air-conditioning and raindrops in the early morning have made the two guards in raincoats drowsy outside the back door of the club.
Although their boss asked them to keep an eye on them, they really didn't know what to keep an eye on.
"Do you think the brothers at the port can succeed?"
"It must be possible. The boss has bribed several security guards, and the situation inside is very clear. The rich second generation bastard will be brought here soon, and he will obediently hand over all his family property during torture. Huh? Did you hear anything?"
"Uh, no, did you hear correctly?"
"It seems I heard it wrong."
They heard it right. An RC remote control car that can be seen everywhere on the market was following the central air-conditioning ventilation duct into the core area on the second floor of the Black Mask Club.
This remote-controlled car, which is equipped with a camera and costs only $400, easily broke through the bulletproof glass defense line that Black Mask is proud of and entered the pipe directly above his office.
Through the grille of the air-conditioning vent, a figure in a black mask talking on the phone fell into someone's eyes.
At this moment, time seemed to have stopped.
The hearts of the three people also stopped beating.
With his current manpower, he simply cannot bear it.
One gunner was leading the way, while the other was supporting Sean.
He staggered out of the messy office, and had to forcefully break open the door frame that had been deformed by the explosion.
His men were not so lucky.
"Boss——"
"Ah! Okay, boss!" The two gunmen were confused at first, and then instinctively obeyed the order.
Because he was using too much force, Mr. Black Mask even dug his nails into the flap without even realizing it.
A large bundle of TNT exploded!
The fragments of the blown air-conditioning duct turned the explosion point into an oversized fragmentation grenade. The terrifying fragments, like the scythe of death, cut through the space with a piercing scream.
"How about we run away!"
Without any nostalgia at all, Sean rushed into his safe after urgently treating his injuries, quickly opened it, took out the most important things, and left immediately.
"Is there anyone? Is anyone alive?"
Faced with the debris that was as dense as a torrential rain and the terrifying wave of fire that hit his face, the only thing he could do while sitting behind his desk was to lean back instinctively, trying to use the large and thick desk to withstand the disaster.
.
There was almost no response, only a few painful groans occasionally came.
Because only iron claws were stabbed, not human hands.
At last, he heard the noise and the sound of rifle fire coming from the street. He struggled to crawl out from under the table, took off his belt, and tied his broken arm with his mouth and left hand to stop the bleeding.
Stand up straight and lean towards the window.
"You're not a clown! Who are you?"
Roman counterattacked instinctively and smashed his elbow into the air.
"Boom boom boom!"
Too late!
The other party is too cruel.
It was only because of his extraordinary physique and the Kevlar bulletproof vest he was wearing that he did not die on the spot.
Too slow!
A black claw, or something else, popped out of the sewer opening like lightning, and grabbed Roman's left ankle with great accuracy. Before anyone could react, Roman was pulled to the ground and pushed desperately into the sewer.
drag.
The Clown Gang often makes a pile of broken iron into the shape of claws, which are sharp and frighteningly rusty.
Roman didn't even expect that his invincible mental control would be greatly reduced in power because of the damage to the black mask on his face. He also didn't expect that the opponent's mental resistance was higher than he thought.
A piece of galvanized iron as big as a basin was thrown out by the explosion, easily cutting off half of his right arm like tearing a rag doll apart. Not only that, when it sprayed onto him, more than thirty pieces of various sizes were sprayed on him.
Shoot him into a sieve.
There are less than a hundred people on the other side.
No matter how Roman screamed for help, the two gunmen seemed to be nailed to the spot. They looked at each other tremblingly. No one dared to say the words "Let's go down together to save people." Their shocked pupils told each other
The fear in my heart.
At this time, the rain in the sky was getting heavier and heavier, and it was almost impossible to see things twenty meters away.
He didn't know what was grabbing him, so he struggled instinctively, but as soon as he fell into the sewer, what was waiting for him was a huge net bag. The nylon rope mesh as thick as his thumb made his powerful martial arts completely useless.
The black mask on Roman's face broke apart due to the explosion, revealing the handsome face behind the mask. Perhaps due to the confusion of time and space, he did not burn his face when Batman arrested him like in the comics. Today's
He is also a handsome middle-aged uncle.
"Save me! Save me!"
The dark entrance to the cave, the raging rainwater that keeps pouring in, and the screams that keep echoing inside, this is not a sewer mouth, this is simply a huge mouth of the abyss that chooses people to eat.
Another trap.
"The Clown Gang—" His vicious voice seemed to come from the deepest part of hell.
The next moment...
To be honest, he was confused at first.
"Joker——" The three of them screamed in unison, and at the same time, they subconsciously pointed their guns toward the sewer entrance.
It's just that what Batman couldn't do, someone did it for him.
Not one, not two, but a bunch of TNT explosives that exploded in series.
The explosion affected the entire second and third floors. The upper two floors of this only three-story building were almost completely wiped out.
Black Mask puts so much pressure on people that no one dares to resist him until they are sure that he really can't do it.
"boom!"
Sean knew that the Black Mask Club was over.
Fortunately, he saw that the two gatekeepers were still alive.
Those white eyes with yellow pupils, coupled with the huge smile painted with red paint at the corner of the mouth, this scene is so weird and weird.
Fortunately, it was already late at night and there were not many people in the nightclub. The guests who were having fun immediately screamed and fled from this terrifying place.
The gunman was so frightened that he ran away without looking back.
Black Mask's nightmare inside is not over yet.
The other party obviously wanted to uproot him.
Roman instinctively waved his remaining left arm, but he only pulled it to the ground. With extreme force, his five fingers dug out five clear blood marks on the muddy ground.
"Ah! Save me——"
Roman abandoned his seriously injured men without hesitation. The garage door at the back door of the club was blown down, and he could only rush out from the side door on the back street.
That's a sharp iron claw.
Among the four armed gangsters, three were killed on the spot and one fell in a pool of blood, unable to survive.
The huge explosion collapsed part of the ceiling of the nightclub downstairs, the lamps fell violently, and fire and electric sparks filled the entire ballroom.
Before his eyes could adjust to the darkness inside, he felt heart-pounding pain coming from the left side of his neck.
Who knew that this would become the biggest terror.
Even though he has a hand-to-hand combat ability that is not inferior to that of Batman, and is also a marksman with extremely exaggerated marksmanship, he still cannot be unscathed in such an explosion.
Mr. Black Mask finally launched his greatest secret weapon - mind control!
He originally thought that the other party was a clown, so he gave up this trick on his own. After all, mind control is ineffective against madmen. Unexpectedly, the other party actually fell into the trick.
With the dazzling light of lightning, the three of them suddenly saw a terrifying clown face smiling ferociously at them in a sewer mouth where rainwater was constantly pouring in.
Suddenly, there was a loud noise in the sky and thunder.
Continuous explosions resounded throughout the second floor of the Black Mask Bar.
The clown inside was so strong that he dragged the 1.86-meter-tall Black Mask in in just a few clicks. In order not to block the sewer opening in Gotham City, the opening is quite large, a full meter wide.
Thirty centimeters high.
With his boss blocking the muzzle of the gun, the gunman was naturally unable to shoot. They tried to catch Sean but failed.
All this happened so suddenly, Roman Sionis had no preparation at all.
"good!"
"Follow me! Protect me!"
I saw a large group of clowns rushing over in the distance, exchanging fierce fire with his men stationed at the street entrance.
The answer to him was just a holy sword of physics - a crowbar!
There was another thunderbolt in the sky.
His questioning voice had long been covered up by the thunder. Even if it could be heard, his two subordinates who had fled could not hear it.
With the little light that penetrated the sewer, the last image reflected in Sean's eyes was the gorgeous arc drawn by the crowbar in mid-air.
The 'Holy Sword' fell and blew half of Roman's head off.