socalfunplaces Chapter 135 Death Knocks on the Door
Chapter 135 Death Knocks on the Door
Chapter 135 Death Knocks on the Door
Two figures walked side by side down a luxurious corridor.
One of them said, "I know you've never seen Black Mask before, but when you see him later, stay calm."
"If you show any excessive emotion, he will beat you to death."
"Believe me, I'm not kidding."
Daniel nodded in agreement quite seriously.
He was a new member of Black Mask, and the tall, muscular guy next to him was Black Mask's subordinate who had introduced him.
The Black Mask henchman continued, "Gotham's underworld has been reshuffled a long time ago. Black Mask now basically controls the entire city. Joining him might be the best decision you've ever made."
Just before they reached the door of Black Mask's office, a roar suddenly came from inside.
"My money!!!!!!!!!"
The black-masked subordinate's expression changed, and he sighed in resignation.
"Well, now he's furious. You can only say you're a bit unlucky."
"ah?
"My money!!!!!!!!!"
A roar echoed in the bright office.
The man in the suit wearing a black skull mask slammed his fists on the desk, wanting to vent all the anger in his heart!
"I need to know who leaked my Amozzo robot!!!"
The man in black walked up to one of his men, his eyes like those of a jackal, and gave him a stern warning.
"Is that you?!"
His subordinate shook his head, his body trembling.
A punch landed with a bang.
The black-masked man struck his subordinate's face with ruthless force, knocking out one of his teeth.
He stormed up to another of his men, yelling, "You bunch of idiots, do you know how many clients are waiting to auction off this robot?!"
The other subordinate, recalling the old man's behavior earlier, stopped shaking his head and nodded vigorously.
The result was that the black-masked man punched him in the jaw.
"You know nothing!!!"
If the ebony black skull mask on his face hadn't been completely glued to his skin, Black Mask would definitely have ripped that damned thing off and shown them just how furious he was!
The man in black mask stretched out his hands in front of his chest and then looked at his subordinates who were sitting in the office.
"The list of those puppet dictators and mentally ill people is as long as my arm! Tens of millions of dollars have just gone down the drain!!!"
"This deal could have turned the tide of the battle!"
The man in the black mask was so angry that he spun around in place like a top.
He said, "Auctioning Amozhuo will allow me to step into a higher level of international business circles."
The sound seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
"Now look what's happened! I'm stuck in this godforsaken, rainy place, and to make matters worse, I've attracted that bat freak!"
"That idiot just destroyed my robot!!!"
"So what if it's destroyed! But he even went so far as to collect the wreckage, not even giving me a chance to sell it as scrap!!!"
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"He's a cross-dresser and a collector, he's the biggest lunatic in Gotham!!!!"
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The man in the black mask was like a child whose toy had been taken away, venting his anger wildly in the office.
He walked up to a stranger and brought his head close to the other person's.
"The new guy, Daniel?!"
Daniel swallowed hard and stammered, "Yes, sir..."
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"Don't be nervous, kid, but if you keep staring at me, I'll gouge your eyes out alive and then make you eat them."
Daniel's eyes darted around, no longer looking at the black mask, but instead staring intently at the floor-to-ceiling window behind him.
Just as I was wondering if it was a red date, I was punched in the face by the black-masked man!
"Investigate!!!! Even if it means turning Gotham upside down, find this damn leaker!!!!"
The man in black turned and walked toward the desk, a few steps away from the chair.
He spotted the shadow of a bat among the dark clouds above the French windows.
"The plan has changed. We'll check again tomorrow night."
The man in black angrily plopped down on the soft sofa.
He poured himself a glass of wine and downed it in one gulp.
The assistant who had been standing quietly beside him suddenly spoke up: "The drug dealers who controlled several blocks of Gotham under your command have suddenly disappeared... It's as if they've been eliminated."
The man in black mask turned his chair around and stared intently at the bat-like shadow in the dark clouds, thinking to himself that the city's police station should just be renamed the Bat Police Station!
"You can arrange it yourself."
"clear."
The man in black stared at the bat-like shadow for a while, then turned around to pour himself another glass of wine to moisten his throat.
As he turned, he seemed to catch a glimpse of a bright red date in his peripheral vision.
So he stood up, walked to the French window, and carefully looked at the location of the red date.
It's on a high rooftop above the building across the street; it's not easy to spot unless you look closely.
Just as he squinted, preparing to investigate, a red dot suddenly appeared on his suit collar.
"!?"
The man in the black mask looked up and realized it was a figure wearing a red helmet.
The figure noticed his reaction, waved, and seemed to be greeting him.
"This is a ghost!!!"
Without a second thought, Black Mask turned and ran, striding quickly out of the office.
The other subordinates were somewhat bewildered by their boss's reaction. When they came to their senses, they found that the black-masked assistant had already followed them.
They had just taken a step when a loud bang came from behind them!
It was as if a missile had struck the building; a violent burst of flames suddenly erupted throughout the office, engulfing the entire floor in the blink of an eye.
The explosion turned this floor upside down!
Even the black-masked man in the escape tunnel was affected. Under normal circumstances, he would have remained calm and escaped in an orderly manner.
But what happened today was like a stupid God suddenly going crazy and slapping him in the face!
Enraged, he lost his footing and landed squarely on his buttocks in the stairwell with a thud.
Before he could even get angry, the iron door of the escape passage above was affected by the explosion, and with a tearing sound like someone ripping cloth, it slammed precisely half a meter away from the black-masked man.
The iron gate was embedded in the corridor wall, and the black mask was only half a meter away from it.
Calculated?
Or was it just good luck?
Or perhaps Death came knocking on his door, saw no one answer, and left?
In short, Black Mask had no idea; all he knew was that his head was almost dislocated.
He stood up, looked at the iron gate embedded in the wall, and subconsciously touched his neck for a while.
The assistant behind him promptly asked, "Are you alright, sir?"
The man in black mask was as calm as a bull. It was probably the closest he had ever come to death, so much so that his usual volatile temper did not rise at this moment.
"He's not dead yet, but he's almost dead."
The image of that red date head appeared in the black-masked man's mind.
A red-hooded figure wearing a red helmet.
This outfit evokes a sense of nostalgia.
But Black Mask knew this must be a new guy; the one he knew had long been sent home by Batman.
Moreover, if it were that madman, he would never choose this method.
The man in black suddenly said, "This guy is declaring war on me."
The assistant asked in confusion, "Who?"
"The guy who attacked me."
Black Mask instantly regained the aura of a crime tycoon.
"Trying to change the course of Gotham City so soon after arriving? Interesting."