HP black wizard in the United States comics

"The so-called transaction refers to the exchange of interests under reciprocal conditions. I will give you the three missiles, so what will you give me?" Lanier spread his hands and looked directly into the Penguin's eyes.

"A letter of recommendation for this city, you will officially enter this game, as well as my friendship and connections." The Penguin stared back without fear.

"This one looks like a blank check, or in other words, a joke." Lanier looked unhappy.

Penguin pressed the button again, "Absolutely not, this city has everything you need, you can reach it, but you must have my guidance, otherwise you will not find the doorway."

"Well, this is exactly what I am looking for. Besides, I offended Black Mask, and the Riddler was beaten back to his hometown." Lanier leaned back and leaned on the back of the mahogany chair. "Those people, where are they?"

The Penguin relaxed after hearing this, and chuckled as he pushed out a photo and text from the table.

Lanier curled his left palm and sucked the information into his hand.After bowing slightly, he turned and left.He knew that this man who could coexist with dark wizards and other superpowers with ease must have some powerful means.

That's why he said it so straightforwardly, avoiding the rabbit and this old fritter, and establishing a temporary relationship through the exchange of interests.After all, as he said before, he offended Black Mask, the Riddler had his legs broken, Two-Face's character is unpredictable, and Penguin is his best choice.

The Penguin knew this very well, so the two sides reached an agreement neatly. Lanier even made a concession himself and used a shot as a vote.

What's more important is that the Cobra organization is weak and not worth mentioning. The real key is to seize the missile before they use it or take action.

Thinking of this, Lanier quickened his pace and held the smooth staff in his pocket.His stronghold in the British Isles has been demolished. He needs to rebuild his great achievements in this city, so this stepping stone must be done well.

Escaping from the wall, Lanier quietly blended into the chaotic crowd.

The clanking of chips mixed with the noise of the gamblers, covering up the sound of disembodiment.

Lower Gotham

In the daylight, the endless evil is slightly restrained.However, there are still a large number of unemployed people and drug addicts coming in and out of the red-brown government low-rent housing, which breeds conflicts.

In one of the shabby rooms, thugs with cobra tattoos on their necks gathered around a table, rummaging through weapons or loading bullets into magazines one by one.

There are many types of weapons on the table.

There are all kinds of weapons, from the AK47 automatic rifle with its wooden butt cut off to the Big Boss machine gun banned by New York State.

But they have one thing in common. The factory serial numbers on the guns are all worn off, and the barrels also have signs of replacement because the colors on the inside and outside of the barrels are slightly different.

A dull knock on the door interrupted the thugs' homework and preparations.They looked at each other and gently grabbed their weapons.

A man was walking and loading a silencer on his pistol. He saw an Asian man through the door.

Wait, Asians in this black community

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and through the door panel, the black pistol was pointed at the general position of the head of the person outside the door.

Open the safety and press the trigger with your finger.

The thugs behind them also took up positions, found bunkers, and loaded their weapons one by one.