HP black wizard in the United States comics

In Gotham late at night, the street lights emitted dim light, but they could not illuminate this city of punishment.

Criminals and scum roam the streets.You can often see people covering their faces with peaked caps standing under the street lights on the roadside, holding white powder in transparent packets in their hands.After haggling over and over again, the dollar tied with a string was stuffed into the cuff of his pants, while the white powder fell into the hands of passers-by.

And the deep alleys beyond the reach of light nurture deeper darkness.

An Asian man with long black shawl hair was walking in the alley. The figures on both sides turned their heads and glanced at his waist and upper body.But dare not take action.

After all, there were too few normal people who dared to walk at night in Gotham, not to mention the lights were too dim, and no one could tell whether there was a weapon hanging under his long windbreaker.

But eventually someone couldn't help it anymore.

Four black men who relied on their racial talents to hide rushed out from the corner. Even if the Asian boy hid an MP5 under his windbreaker, it would be okay as long as he attacked people first.

The leader was carrying a Remington 59 with a wooden gun body. This old-fashioned gun has a large output and is widely circulated. It is difficult for the police to identify the target when it is used to kill people.

His younger brothers were holding pistols, with blood stains on the muzzles, apparently having shot people at close range.

The black man didn't want to talk nonsense. The material of the clothes on that man looked very particular.Anyway, it shouldn't be here.This was suspicious, so he wanted to just pull the trigger, cleanly and without leaving any trouble.

But he couldn't. The shotgun in his hand, which was as durable as an AK47, couldn't be pulled. "Shoot," he shouted.

However, the gunshot did not sound. Instead, the man opposite moved and took out the hand hidden in his pocket. Between his slender fingers was a slender wooden stick or branch with strange patterns carved on it.

"Weird, weird, freak." The black man was afraid. There were many freaks in Gotham, and he had seen many of them, and the people in front of him were supernatural beings just like them.

The man said nothing, or felt it was unnecessary.

He waved the strange weapon in his hand, and the next moment, the slender Remington 59 in the black leader's hand bent and deformed, turning into a colorful snake. The snake turned its body upside down, and its fangs pierced the leader's neck and shin.

The leader fell, and the younger brother, who was screaming like a woman, threw down the gun that could not be pulled and tried to leave.However, the man raised his weapon again

"Avada Kedavra"

Fatal light surged, and after a moment, the alley returned to darkness, peaceful darkness.The windbreaker caressed the lifeless body and headed deeper.

The pace continued, but the shrill screams of fear drove away the criminals who were afraid of death.As the man walked, he waved the stick as if lifeless.

When he reached a dim streetlight, the man turned his head away with joy, and then used a wooden stick to brush against the exposed concrete wall.

Finally, after finding the right position and using a little more force, an incredible scene appeared. The wall trembled and cracked, revealing a long passage behind it.

The man wrapped his windbreaker tightly to prevent dirt and dust as he walked along the path.

At the end of the path, there is a vaguely ancient gate. The gate is inlaid with silver dragons. I don't know if it is an illusion. The dragon head in the center of the door seems to be swaying from side to side, with its mouth wide open.

The man was muttering in front of the door, and his strange tone echoed in the ancient wall, like an ancient sacrifice.

Outside the wall, a bat-like man appeared in the darkness. He looked thoughtfully at the closed wall.The index finger clicks, and his eyes flicker amid the bang bang sound.