American Comics: The Force Awakens

Black Mask's chemical factory, 1 hour later.

The sound of sirens broke the silence around. Heavily armed police quickly blocked every entrance and exit of the factory and the surrounding streets. Paramedics in white clothes wearing full protective suits came in and out, carrying out unconscious gang members and corpses. Special police officers on the side He was busy collecting the excessive weapons in the factory.

The person in charge of the forensics department was reporting the situation to the sergeant leading the team.

The team is led by James Gordon: the young one-on-one king of Gotham, current police chief, a man who never returns home, and the conscience of Gotham.

"The current confirmed death toll is 7 people, all of whom died from inhaling clown toxin." The police detective reported, "Others are confirmed to have just inhaled sleeping gas, and they will wake up in about 3 hours."

"Control all the people who are still alive. No matter what, this place has been determined to be a drug manufacturing site for gangsters. Question them one by one." Gordon took a puff of cigarette, threw the cigarette butt on the ground irritably, and stubbed it out with his toes. .

"So who did it, the Joker? But isn't he still in Arkham Asylum?"

"No, Sheriff, there are no signs of forced opening of these security doors and safes, and there are no signs of any personnel being coerced, so we suspect that an insider committed the crime."

"So the gangs are fighting among themselves. Tsk, that's good news for us," Gordon mocked. "Seal down the factory first."

"But Sheriff, we are under heavy pressure from above. Members of Congress have repeatedly accused us in public of blocking the properties of kind and innocent businessmen for no reason."

"Kindness? Does this word have anything to do with these things?" Gordon asked angrily. "Is it with white powder or marijuana? Go and seal it. I will bear any responsibility."

"Okay sir." The detective turned and left without saying another word.

"It's not an insider crime, at least not entirely." Another deep voice came from behind.

"Batman." Gordon turned around, "What did you find."

"Fear toxins were detected in the blood of these comatose people. The stolen money in the factory was missing. There was a trampled clown mask on the ground. The clown went in and his gang members are still in the city."

"So it's Klein? Since he escaped from prison last time, he has never been seen in public again. However, the fear gas continues to circulate on the black market."

"What is certain now is that Scarecrow is involved." Batman reasoned, "There is no need to use fear gas on this occasion. Ordinary sleeping gas is enough. Only Scarecrow will insist on using his most proud work on every occasion."

"Although we do not rule out the possibility that others want to mislead us with this kind of thinking, the chance is very small, and the problem now is that he is not alone."

"This person knows the location of all security personnel, the passwords for security doors and safes, and even knows where the gang's arms are hidden. This is not something that ordinary agents can do." Gordon asked, "And he can also do it To deal with these peripheral guards quietly is not something ordinary people can do."

"A skilled thief who likes to steal money from gangsters." Gordon said, "He is good at opening secret rooms and safes. There is a person we are all familiar with."

Catwoman, whose origin is unknown, is keen on stealing various high-value gems and works of art, and has a special interest in gang property. Her skills can also easily deal with the secret sentry upstairs.Her position is unclear, but she has also helped Batman and the police.Could this be her handiwork?

"It's possible, but not very high." Batman was silent for a while and took out a clown mask that was split in half from under his cloak. "One of the people stepped on the mask before leaving. I checked the shoe prints. Although incomplete, they should belong to a male, and they do not match Klein's related records."

"Really, we can only go so far until there are other clues, I guess." Gordon sighed. "To be honest, at this moment when we are concentrating on dealing with Falconi, I really hope These people can settle down a little bit.”

"I went back to check. You should be careful lately." Batman turned around, his broad cloak covering his whole body, blending into the night. "You have to know that we are not the only ones who have been eyeing Falconi, but also these lunatics."

Maybe he had something on his mind, but it was rare that Gordon was able to see the whole process of Batman disappearing into the dark corner.

He lit another cigarette.

............

"So you are telling me now that someone asked the police to close down my factory, take away my gun, and take away my money?" The hoarse roar of the man in a black mask and white suit filled the entire luxury building. Office "And I found out about this even later than the police? That's unacceptable, you losers!"

The solid wood desk was thrown away and hit the wall with a loud sound.This silenced everyone else standing in the office.

Even among Gotham's gang of heroes, Black Mask is known for his irritability and cruelty. His men can be said to be the most dangerous group in the workplace besides the Joker Gang.

Fortunately, Black Mask usually sets up his first assistant and has a single line of contact with him. Others usually only need to contact the assistant to work.Unfortunately, as long as Black Mask is not satisfied, all they can see is the body parts of their assistant in the kennel.

"Have you found out who did it?" He picked up one of the men and asked.

"Sorry, the scene is still cordoned off by the police. Our people..." He only said half of what he said before he was punched hard in the abdomen and fell to his knees in pain.

"Trash, you answer." He then turned to another man.

"We overheard Gordon's conversation at the police station. He thought it might be related to Scarecrow, the Joker and Catwoman, but there was no other progress and the information may not be accurate." The man looked at the terrifying black mask in horror. He hesitated.

"That's a good answer, but if you keep staring at my face like this, he will be your role model." Black Mask whispered, and punched the person who answered the question in the face again, knocking him to the ground.

"Scarecrow, Catwoman, whether they are real or not, I want to offer them a reward of 50 dollars for any clues related to my factory." Black Mask announced loudly, "If someone can bring them to me alive, 100 Ten thousand U.S. dollars."

"Now, my message has been conveyed, as for you." Black Mask turned his head and looked at his current first assistant, who had been looking ashen since just now.

A few gunshots with silencers rang out, and the assistant fell into a pool of blood.

"It's also a waste of my imported high-end carpet." Black Mask slowly put the pistol back into his arms. "Drag him out to feed the dogs."

"Now, who wants to be my first assistant?"

Except for the groans of the two people who were knocked to the ground, Black Mask's luxurious office fell into silence.