HP black wizard in the United States comics

Ribs collapsed, broken bones piercing the heart and lungs.

The severe pain and blood loss caused the killer's vision to turn black.The sanity he mustered up randomly disappeared.He couldn't even ask for mercy.

Because blood was rising up his throat, blocking his ability to speak any words.

He struggled and stretched out his hands, trying to beg for mercy.But to no avail, all that could be seen was the man raising his left hand.He held a slender wooden staff in his fingers.A strange light flashed at the top of the glitch.

"Insomnia."

Lanier grabbed the wand and said coldly.

The vast hall was in a mess.

Lanier grabbed the wand and sat on the solid wood table.

He glanced at the lifeless old man and sighed helplessly.

Life is not easy, not like this.The accommodation I recently acquired with great difficulty may be lost again.

Thinking of this, Lanier suddenly felt a little more disgusted with the black mask he had never met before.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and the angrier he became, the more he thought about it. Finally, he picked up the phone almost furiously.

"Hey, Penguin, that guy called Black Mask is doing this. He's planting spies under your nose. How can you not think about it? No matter what you do, I'm going to kill him anyway. Are you coming or not?"

Whether the penguins want it or not, the war begins.When Black Mask made the decision to assassinate Lanier, the fact that he had spies inside Penguin had already been exposed.

And Penguin is not one to swallow his anger.The reason why he doesn't fight with other gangsters is because he doesn't need to. His main income comes from his casino and other industries.He doesn't need to compete with others for Baifen's territory, but just because he doesn't, doesn't mean he won't, nor does it mean he doesn't have the strength.

But now, Black Mask completely pissed him off.

"Black Mask has crossed the line, then he will pay the price with blood. By the way, I have a list here. It has addresses, names, and faces. Do you want it?"

Lanier smiled. "If you ask for it, please pass it to me."

Gotham is a dark and gloomy city, and even during the day, the sun doesn't penetrate the ground.

But even though it has such bad weather and the highest crime rate in the country, its tourism industry is extremely developed.

Nothing else.There are no legal restrictions on casinos, and roadside pubs with lively entertainment.There are also touching beauties, which is the biggest focus of the tourism industry.

Here, bars are even open 24 hours a day, just like convenience stores.Even during the day, the door is open, and music and music are heard from inside, providing free drinks for the rich from all over the world.

But today, a large bar on Weiss Road, a large dance hall famous throughout the city, had its door closed and made no sound.

But in the closed bar, the staff inside were not idle.They swept the bottles to the floor.He got under the counter, pulled out a handful of firearms from the hidden drawer, and spread them out on the table.

The yellow and orange bullets collided with each other, making a tinkling sound.

Those in bartender costumes.They all pulled open their coats to reveal the bulletproof vests underneath.And started to oil and inspect the gun in his hand.

"Hey, Lanier, have you checked everything? Black Mask has given the order. The boss wants us to rush over today and attack Black Mask."

A manager-looking man opened his suit.Sit behind the bar and pour yourself a drink.After he finished pouring the alcohol, he threw it away and smashed the glass bottle to the ground.

"Almost. We have to hurry up. Penguin has probably guessed the relationship between our boss and Black Mask. We have to leave before his people arrive." Another muscular henchman closed the revolver in his hand. Go up and turn on the insurance.

"It's almost done. But where is the car? Didn't they say they would come back to pick us up?" asked another person who looked like a commander.

People looked at each other blankly, no one knew where their cars were.

Unfortunately, what awaits them may not be a car, but their death.

Lanier stood outside the store, tapping his feet impatiently through the glass doors and windows made of wooden slats.