HP black wizard in the United States comics

The factory burned beneath his feet, flames rising into the sky tearing the night apart.

Magically shaped winds lifted him above the clouds.

After casually killing more than 60 people and a factory, Lanier felt somewhat calmed down.

He floated high in the sky, letting the biting cold wind hit him.

Lanier closed his eyes.

Today, ever since Black Mask called him, he had been a little out of sorts.

And the moment he was angered, the murderous intent and evil thoughts that burst out almost swallowed up his entire sanity, and even made it impossible for him to think calmly for a moment.

This is wrong, so wrong.But it is inevitable.

Also, he has used too much black magic in the past few days, too much, and their backlash has begun, and has even invaded his brain, but he is unaware of it.

Lanier raised his hand and kept tapping his temple with his knuckles, trying to calm down the endless blood flowing inside.

He had to be more careful, and he had done enough revenge against Black Mask today. Let Penguin do the rest first.

He sighed and descended from the sky.Then he picked up the three-headed hell dog that had been shrunk by magic, and with a bang, it phantomed away.

At this time, on the other side of the city, in front of a large three-story villa, trucks poured in, and people with weapons descended from it.

The penguin was wearing a slender windbreaker, holding a heavy machine gun in his arms, and a pistol stuck in his belt.And in his slender boots were two daggers.

"Follow me. I've bribed the police. They won't come. Kill them all. If someone can catch Black Mask, that would be great. Whoever brings me his head. I'll give it to him. 1000 million Dollars,” Penguin growled.

His voice was usually high-pitched and thin, but now it sounded like the roar of a lion.

And the machine gun he held in his arms was even more impressive.

As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed forward immediately.He held the machine gun in his arms and fired, unleashing a barrage, hitting several bodyguards who rushed out of the gate after hearing the strange noise. Then he leaned against the pillar, took out the grenade from his pocket, and set the safety Pull it off and throw it into the open door.

After a scream, the grenade exploded, and the two door panels flew out.

Penguin raised his hand to signal his two subordinates to move forward and explore the way, but before they could fully enter the hall, they were shot through the body by bullets.

The dead fell to the ground, and blood flowed onto the floor along the large holes they had been punched through, spreading quickly.

The penguin gasped and nodded to the other one.

Then, the man wearing a bulletproof vest approached them.In other words, it must be where the gate is.He took out two metal cylinders from his pocket.

"Can this be done?" Penguin asked as he stretched out his gun and fired fiercely.

"This is bought from the black market. It should be sold by Scarecrow himself. I have tested it and there is no problem." The unnamed tool, the man's subordinate, answered while opening the safety of the cylinder and throwing it in.

Orange poisonous gas emerged from the metal cylinder and spread rapidly in all directions.Penguin and his men outside were also prepared to take out gas masks and put them on.

"Let's go." Penguin said, his voice slightly hoarse due to the gas mask.

The crowd surged in, following the penguins.

Although everyone wore gas masks, the penguins had a natural shape and black coat.So that everyone can still recognize him even under the smoke and gas mask.

In the wide hall, orange smoke is filling the air.

Some of those who had inhaled the poison were rolling on the ground and wailing, while others were holding guns in their hands and shooting continuously.People who are further away can still aim and shoot.

Penguins darted left and right under Roman-style marble columns, machine guns in their hands firing continuously.

When the bullets were exhausted, Penguin didn't try to reload, but just threw the hot gun aside.He took the pistol out of his belt.Reinforce two people who were unconscious due to smoke inhalation.

He then continued forward under cover of smoke.

But a series of bullets were fired from the corridor directly in front of him, forcing him behind a pillar.

Penguin cursed at Li Lie and fired with his pistol. Then he took the gun back and struggled to get the jammed bullet out of it.

After all, times have changed. Not only are there so many monsters in Gotham, but automatic weapons are no longer rare.Maybe, maybe he should change to a more powerful weapon, a weapon that can be used both offensively and defensively.

The penguin in a black tuxedo thought so while holding a jammed pistol.

But the violent gunfire interrupted his thoughts.He came back from his reverie impatiently.

Then he pointed at his men with the jammed pistol.

Attack, otherwise what use would I have from you?

But before Penguin's men could rush in, the gunfire inside stopped.

What's going on? The penguin stuck his head out in confusion.

Then I met Batman who was coming over there.

"Heh, what a coincidence."

The corners of Penguin's mouth froze.