HP black wizard in the United States comics

After a chaotic night, everything in Gotham remains as usual.

Streets planned 300 years ago were ill-fitting for the increasingly populous port and financial metropolis, and the congested police cars exacerbated the congestion.

The impatient citizens yelled and cursed the police for their incompetence and blocking the road, but when they saw the huge ruins.

All the curses subsided, "No wonder so many people came out this time." The citizens looked at the place once called Gotham Hotel with fear.

It was once a five-story old building, but now its upper left side is gone, leaving only a horrifyingly large hole.

The men in black clothes mixed with the police increased people's worries that they were people in black masks.

Does this explosion mean a new gang fight?

Next to the police car, the old police chief Gordon stared coldly at the bastards who were always hanging around the crime scene, but there was nothing he could do.

He knew that the Gotham Hotel, as Black Mask's property, ostensibly accepted long-term tenants, but in fact those so-called long-term tenants were international criminals who used it as a base to conduct long-term illegal transactions.

Among them are agents of African warlords, Mexican drug cartels, and Brazilian gangs.

This hotel is actually a trading center, and every transaction in this hotel has to pay taxes to Black Mask.

This is also an important source of Black Mask's income. A man like him will not take a beating without fighting back.

Gotham is in chaos again

The sergeant sighed, stroking the bridge of his nose, which was no longer straight due to old injuries.

At this time, the person who caused the explosion stood angrily on the roof of a house one kilometer away, staring at the old man in front of him who looked harmless.

"You never fucking said the idea was so tricky. You just told me there were a few Italian wizards to deal with." Lanier was furious.

The old man said calmly and calmly, "They are indeed from Italy."

Lanier laughed angrily, "They are from Sicily, or they are the Gray Robe Hunters, a mercenary organization that has become quite famous recently."

The old man's face didn't change. "Why isn't Sicily Italian?"

"Corsica was also part of Italy, so how can Napoleon and Musso XX be compared?" Rainier began to shout.

The old man couldn't say anything anymore, so he took out a piece of paper and gave it to him, "There is a batch of goblins in Gringotts. It was the last batch refined by Lord Flamel during his lifetime, and they paid a high price. They wanted to transport it to Gringotts headquarters in New York. , to cover their eyes, they used No-Maj ships to transport them. This is the time, about three days later. By the way, you are new here and need guidance from the locals. I have someone to introduce you to you. You should have the time. The address is written on The last line, that place is very conspicuous, take out the black card attached at the back, and someone will come to take you."

Lanier didn't want to press any further, so he took the paper, made a universal gesture to the old man, and then apparated away.

The old man turned his head to the black smoke that continued to rise in the distance, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Three kilometers away, Lanier jumped out of the void and jumped to a corner. He straightened his clothes and looked left and right to make sure no one noticed that a big living person suddenly jumped out of the corner. Then he stepped forward and confused. Everyone flows.

Last night's trip made him realize the underlying nature of this chaotic city. It not only alerted him, but he also hoped to unearth something from the dark side of this city to help him seize mithril from nearly a hundred goblins and restart himself. experiment of.

The sea of ​​thousands of people spread out. If you look down from the sky, Lanier's destination is already visible in your eyes.

In the sky, there was a faint black drone hovering in the clouds.