MTL - Godslayer In the Comic World-Chapter 9 The clown is back! ?

  Chapter 9 The Clown Returns! ?

At four o'clock in the morning, it was raining heavily, and the cold night wind blew through the dark and dead alley beside the Black Mask Club. On the old street lamp at the entrance of the alley, the half-broken lampshade creaked annoyingly as always sound.

  It is early autumn, the air-conditioning and raindrops in the early morning make the two guards in raincoats outside the back door of the club drowsy.

  Although their boss asked them to follow, they really don't know what to watch.

   "Do you think the brothers in the port can succeed?"

   "It's definitely possible. The boss has bought several security guards, and the situation inside is very clear. The **** rich second generation will be brought here soon, and he will obediently hand over all his property under torture. Huh? Did you hear anything?"

   "Uh, no, did you hear me wrong?"

   "I seem to have misheard."

  They heard it right. An RC remote control car that can be seen everywhere on the market is entering the core area on the second floor of the Black Mask Club along the central air-conditioning ventilation duct.

  This remote control car with a camera installed and priced at only $400 easily broke through the bulletproof glass defense line that Black Mask is proud of, and entered the duct directly above his office.

  Through the grille of the air-conditioning vent, the figure of the black mask on the phone fell into someone's eyes.

  The next moment...

   "Boom!"

   A large bundle of TNT explosives detonated!

  The blasted air-conditioning pipe fragments turned the explosion point into an oversized fragmentation grenade. The terrifying fragments that looked like the death scythe pierced through the space with piercing screams.

   It all happened so suddenly, Roman Sionis was not prepared at all.

Facing the fragments that were as dense as rain, and the terrifying waves of fire rushing toward his face, the only thing he could do while sitting behind the desk was to instinctively lean back, trying to use the wide and thick desk to survive the catastrophe .

late!

  Even if he has a hand-to-hand combat ability that is not inferior to Batman, and is also a marksman with extremely exaggerated marksmanship, it is still impossible for him to be unscathed in this kind of explosion.

  A piece of galvanized iron sheet the size of a basin was splashed out by the explosion, easily cutting off half of his right arm like tearing apart a rag doll. Not only that, more than thirty fragments of various sizes were sprayed on him, almost shooting him into a sieve on the spot.

   Thanks to his extraordinary physique and the Kevlar bulletproof vest he was wearing, he didn't die on the spot.

   His subordinates were not so lucky.

  Among the four armed gangsters, three were killed on the spot, and one was lying in a pool of blood at that time, dying.

  The black mask on Roman's face was broken due to the explosion, revealing the handsome face behind the mask. Maybe it's the relationship between time and space. He didn't burn his face when Batman arrested him like in the comics. Now he is still a handsome middle-aged uncle.

   It's just that, what Batman couldn't do, someone did it for him.

   "Boom boom boom!"

  The sound of continuous explosions resounded throughout the second floor of the Black Mask Bar.

   Not one, not two, but a bunch of TNT explosives explode in series.

  The huge explosion collapsed part of the ceiling of the downstairs nightclub, the lamps were smashed down, and the flames and electric sparks filled the entire dance hall.

   Fortunately, it was already the middle of the night, and there were not many people in the nightclub. The guests who were having fun, screamed and fled this horrible place.

  Sean knew that the Black Mask Club was over.

  The opponent obviously wanted to uproot him.

   He couldn't die, he heard the noise and the sound of rifle fire from the intersection. He struggled to crawl out from under the table, took off his belt, tied his severed arm tightly with his mouth and left hand to stop the bleeding, stood up straight, and leaned over to the window.

  I saw a large group of clowns rushing over in the distance, and were exchanging fire with his subordinates at the intersection.

   "The Clown Gang—" His resentful voice seemed to come from the deepest part of hell.

   Talk to at least a hundred people on the opposite side.

  With his current manpower, he couldn't carry it at all.

   Without the slightest bit of nostalgia, Sean threw himself into his safe after emergency treatment of his injuries, quickly opened it, took out the most important things, and left immediately.

  He staggered out of the messy office, and had to forcefully smash open the door frame deformed by the explosion.

   "Is anyone? Is anyone alive?"

   There was almost no response, only a few painful groans occasionally.

  The opponent is too ruthless.

  The explosion affected the entire second and third floors. The upper two floors of the three-story building were almost completely wiped out.

  Roman abandoned his seriously injured subordinates without hesitation. The garage door at the back door of the club was blown down, and he could only rush out through the side door in the back street.

   Fortunately, he saw that the two guards were still alive.

   "Follow me! Protect me!"

   "Ah! Okay, boss!" The two gunmen were confused at first, and then instinctively obeyed the order.

  The black mask puts too much pressure on people, and no one dares to resist him until he is sure that he is really good.

  At this time, the rain in the sky was getting heavier and heavier, and it was almost impossible to see things twenty meters away.

  One gunman leads the way, while the other supports Sean.

  Suddenly, there was a loud noise in the sky and thunder struck.

  By means of the dazzling thunder, the three of them suddenly saw a scary clown grinning at them in the mouth of a sewer that kept pouring rainwater.

  At this moment, time seems to have stopped.

  The hearts of the three also stopped beating.

  Those white eyes with yellow pupils, coupled with the huge smiley face made of red oil paint at the corner of the mouth, how weird and weird this scene is.

   "Joker—" While the three of them screamed in unison, they subconsciously pointed their guns towards the sewer.

too slow!

A black devil's claw, or something else, popped out of the sewer mouth like lightning, and grabbed Roman's left ankle with great precision. Before anyone could react, it had already pulled Roman to the ground, desperately going into the sewer drag.

   "Ah! Help me—"

   "Boss—"

  The boss blocked the gun, so the gunman couldn't shoot. They wanted to catch Sean but failed.

  Roman instinctively swung his remaining left arm, but in the end he just pulled it on the ground. With extreme force, five fingers scratched out five clear bloodstains on the muddy ground.

  Because of too much force, Mr. Black Mask didn't even realize that the flip cover was scratched by his nails.

  The strength of the clown inside was too great, and he dragged the 1.86-meter-high black mask into the whole person in three or two strokes. Gotham City's sewer mouth, in order not to be blocked, has a rather large opening, a full meter wide and 30 centimeters high.

   Who knows, this became the greatest horror.

  The dark entrance of the cave, the turbulent rainwater pouring in continuously, and the screams echoing in it, this is not a sewer mouth, this is simply a huge mouth of an abyss that chooses people to swallow.

   "Help me! Save me!"

No matter how Roman screamed for help, the two gunmen seemed to be nailed to the spot. They looked at each other tremblingly, and neither of them dared to say "let's go down and save people together", and the trembling pupils told each other The fear in my heart.

   "Or, let's run!"

"good!"

  The shooter was so frightened that he ran away without looking back.

   Inside Black Mask's nightmare is not over.

   To be honest, he was also confused at first.

  Being caught by something, he instinctively struggled, but just as he fell into the sewer, what awaited him was a huge net bag. The thumb-thick nylon rope grid made his powerful martial arts completely useless.

   Before his eyes could adjust to the darkness inside, heart-pounding pain came from the left side of his neck.

   That is a sharp iron claw.

  The clown gang often make a pile of broken iron into the shape of claws, sharp and with terrible rust.

  Roman counterattacked instinctively, and smashed his elbow, hitting nothing.

  Because only iron claws were stabbed, no human hands.

  Another trap.

  Mr. Black Mask has finally launched his greatest secret weapon—mind control!

   Originally, he thought the other party was a clown, so he gave up this trick on his own. After all, mind control is ineffective for madmen. Unexpectedly, the other party actually fell for it.

   "You are not a clown! Who are you?"

  Roman didn't even expect that his invincible mind control would be greatly reduced in power because of the damage to the black mask on his face. He didn't even expect that the opponent's mental resistance was higher than he had imagined.

  The answer to him was just a holy sword of physics—a crowbar!

   Another thunder fell in the sky.

  His voice of questioning had long been covered by thunder, and even if it could be heard, his two subordinates who had already run away would not be able to hear him.

  With the light penetrating into the sewer, the final image reflected in Sean's pupils is the gorgeous arc drawn by the crowbar in mid-air.

  The 'Holy Sword' fell, blowing half of Roman's head off.

  In this world, there is no more 【Black Mask】!

  (end of this chapter)