American Comics: The Force Awakens

Roman Sionis stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of his office and looked out. The haunting bat symbol was still hanging in the sky tonight.

Even without saying a word, his hideous and angry black skull mask can silence most of his men.

"Do you know why I do better and better under the pressure of people like Falconi?" he whispered. "Because I know how to operate in secret. Until now, no one except a few guys with sensitive noses knew. Black Mask, many people who knew about it are dead.”

"And because of your stupid behavior, the police closed down my factory." He turned around and said, "Especially you, Klein, I thought our relationship was good."

"You paid me a lot of money." Klein replied, "But sometimes, the Scarecrow also has other needs."

"If a man who is always furious feels fear, will he give in?" he asked softly.

"I don't think you'll have the chance to know, unfortunately." Black Mask replied, "But I think you know what it feels like to be betrayed by one of your own accomplices."

The gang members in black masks used force to push the scarecrow to his knees, causing his messy front hair to hang down and making his expression unclear.The strong man on the side is holding his full set of equipment, including gas cans and spray devices.

"As for you, young man, your name is..." He turned around and looked at another visitor in the room. He had dark red hair and raised his hands.Another member held his revolver to the back of his head.

"Carl." He replied, "So, when will my reward be given?" He deliberately showed fear, but with a hint of excitement.

"Don't worry, young thief." He sneered, "Bold and stupid. I have never seen you before. You are new here."

"Every year there are people like this in Gotham. They have their own little calculations and want to make a lot of money with just one vote."

"Then he found out that things were getting serious, so he turned against his accomplices and wanted to get benefits." He said, "The clown mask at the scene belongs to you, and there are your footprints on it."

He reached out and took Carl's revolver from his subordinate and pointed it at his head. "Obviously, people like this are not welcome in Gotham."

"Ah, wonderful reasoning." To Black Mask's surprise, Carl did not show panic. "Question: Why did I leave the clown mask on purpose?"

"Because you wanted to create conflict between me and the Clown Gang, thereby diverting my attention." Black Mask replied, "Unfortunately, you failed."

"So the clown defrauded you of your money and killed your people with poison gas, but you canceled it with him?" Carl asked, "This is not what a qualified boss should do."

"If you want to anger me, this is successful." Black Mask tried to keep his voice calm: "But it will not improve your situation. I am the boss here, and I will happily torture you to death. .”

Carl laughed "Do you know what courage is?"

The preface does not match the follow-up, and he is another madman. Fortunately, I have thought about the meaning of his words before.Black Mask thought, and pulled the trigger out of boredom.

There was a click, but the gunshot did not sound.

“Remaining graceful under pressure.”

Carl suddenly grasped his raised left hand, and under the squeeze of the Force, there was a hissing sound of gas leaking in the room.

"What!" In the exclamation, the scarecrow struggled downwards to break free, rolled on the spot, and escaped the control of the two people behind him.

The smoke filled the air quickly, and when Black Mask's men took out their weapons, it was already a little late.

As if they saw something terrifying, they began to shoot at everything that moved, and bullets flew around the room.

"Quiet, you losers!" Black Mask shouted loudly. He quickly took out another pistol from his arms, turned around and fired.He is a well-known expert with guns, and even survived a gunfight with Deadshot and shattered Deadshot's red eyepiece with one shot.

Soon, the room became quiet again.Black Mask dropped the empty pistol and was surrounded by the corpses of his men. His eyes were red, and he was obviously extremely angry.Looking down, the scarecrow was gone, but Karl was still standing there.

There seemed to be fire all around him. No, this was not a real flame, it was just an illusion caused by the fear gas.

Roman showed his crazed side early on when he was young. He came from a wealthy family in Gotham, but suffered from pathological domestic violence.He used a mask to hide his emotions, but he couldn't contain his rage.He designed to send his parents to the fire, then used their coffins to make his favorite skull mask, and devoted himself to criminal activities.

And now, he seemed to be back in the fire that made him change everything.

Subconsciously, he raised the revolver again, pointed it at the standing figure and pulled the trigger.

There were two clicks, and the magazine rotated one frame, and then another, and nothing happened.He let go of his hand in confusion.

The revolver did not fall to the ground, but flew back to Carl's hand inexplicably. He raised his gun and pointed it at Black Mask.

"You...what is this..." In the illusion, the fire burned bigger and bigger.

With a click, Carl pulled the trigger.

Quiet.

"Hey, what's going on!" Carl complained, "Dear Sir Scarecrow, didn't I tell you to put three rounds of good bullets in, only two?"

"Because I think it's meaningless." Klein, fully armed again, walked out of the shadows in the corner. "You have a good and complete plan, why would you gamble?"

In the original plan, except for the two guns that attracted attention at the beginning, the revolver basically became a decoration.

Just kidding, what if he went off while pointing the gun at the Scarecrow.

"But it's less dramatic. It's like we're playing Russian roulette and you already know where the bullets are." He sighed.

"Since it was your decision, Black Mask will be left to you to deal with." He took off Roman's mask and held it in his hand.

Under the mask is a pale face, showing a twisted and dull expression.

"It seems possible. He is not as good as Batman." Roman, the Scarecrow's observer, said in a low voice.

The door was kicked open violently, and Black Mask's subordinates rushed in, all kinds of firearms aimed at them: the loud gunfire attracted all the subordinates in the building.

When they opened the door they saw a mess.

"It came quickly, gentlemen." Karl turned around.Spreading his hands, he said dramatically: "As you can see, Mr. Scarecrow and I are tonight's entertainment. Unfortunately, you didn't get to enjoy the best part."

"Just now, your leader, Mr. Roman, conveyed his past and his wishes to me, along with this mask." He put the mask on his face, well, it didn't fit properly. "Including you."

"Now, I will be your new boss."