American Comics: The Force Awakens

Night, Black Mask's chemical factory

Karl silently looked through the skylight at the scene below the factory.Under the dim light, workers in black masks were working.Around them, many masked members of the Masked Gang patrolled around carrying firearms.

The process of sneaking into the roof is very smooth. First, use the Force to sense the location of the surrounding hidden stakes, and then use the Force to choke or push the sight of the card to knock them down remotely one by one.In just a short time, Black Mask's security force outside the factory disappeared.

The whole process was silent and without any ripples.

But the plan is still a little flawed.

There was a sound of heavy breathing in the ears, but it was the Scarecrow carrying all his equipment on his back, panting all the way from the fire escape to the roof.

"Mentor, how long has it been since you were chased by Batman? Your physical fitness needs to be improved." He teased.

"I hate high places." Klein muttered and began to debug the equipment. "Why do we have to go to the roof? Wouldn't it be the same if we put poisonous gas down below? My technology can ensure that no fish will slip through the net."

"Just like you must add fear gas to the sleeping gas, this is also my insistence. I firmly believe that as long as we occupy the high ground, all actions will be invincible." Karl replied.

Klein only felt that he could not understand the student's thinking more and more, although he had never understood it, so he just silently opened the gas valve he carried with him.

Through the slightly opened skylight, the poisonous fear gas mixed with sleeping gas will soon fascinate everyone.After a night of nightmares, they wake up the next day to find that everything is gone.

While waiting for the poison gas to take effect, Karl raised his head. There was no moon in the sky, and the eye-catching bat logo was reflected in the thick clouds.

Klein also looked up and smacked his lips, seemingly expressing his disdain for the bat.

"If you want to get ahead in Gotham, have you decided how to face the bat?" He asked casually.

"Actually, getting ahead does not mean that I need to attract the attention of bats. On the contrary, if I succeed, I will still be no one. I will only become the shadow of anyone."

"So, you want to become Gotham itself, like Penguin, the Romans did. Build your own empire." Scarecrow asked. "Batman is only one person, and when the whole city turns against him, even he can't save himself."

"It's very close, but different. Ruling... is not my purpose. In comparison, my thoughts are more fun." Karl replied. He glanced down and simply counted the time.

"But now, before it's time to think that far ahead, let's keep our feet on the ground. It's time to go down and get our spoils."

He took out the spare gas mask he had received from his mentor from his arms, covered his face, opened the skylight and jumped directly.

"I hate young people..." Klein looked at the height and murmured, "I'd better take the main entrance."

Even the fire escape nearby seemed to be laughing at his wasted effort.

Walking down the aisle of the factory, stunned workers and bodyguards were lying around, leaving only the hum of idling machines.

"Ah, marijuana, hallucinogens... what is this? White powder? It's tasteless. My medicine can bring more hallucinations to people than all these things combined." Klein commented on Black Mask's drug production factory along the way.

"The difference is that the hallucinations your medicine gives them will not be what these people want." Karl sighed and came to a heavy door. The exquisite locks seemed to highlight what the door was guarding. importance.

"Now, are you ready to hide, Professor. Inside this door are the researchers Black Mask uses to study the Joker's gas. One foreseeable fact is that they are heavily armed and they all wear gas masks.

Klein, who seemed to have become accustomed to Karl's sarcasm towards him along the way, stepped aside without saying a word. If the poison gas didn't work, he might really have some other means of self-defense.

Maybe go practice Chinese Kung Fu?I heard that there was a mercenary named Mrs. Siwa who was very skilled and used that kind of strange method.

Karl seemed to just put his hand close to the lock, closed his eyes and meditated for a while, and then the sound of the air-tight valve activating came from the door in front of him: the door was slowly opening.

But he, who was already ready to fight, put his hand down after a moment's movement.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Klein asked.

"How should I put it? It should be said that it was expected." Carl replied briefly, "Black Mask was played by the clown, that's it."

The scarecrow was startled and walked over. He saw no living people in the secret room, only a few corpses wearing gas masks and full-body protective clothing.

"What's going on..." Klein asked halfway before reacting

The personnel's protection was riddled with holes, as if they had been sprayed at close range by a shotgun.On the table is an open sealing device and some kind of instrument.

"In addition to the clown gas, the clown also gave some free gifts to his customers, such as steel ball bombs and the like. These things are not fatal if they hit people, but the damaged sealing protection is not effective against the clown gas that leaks next. It works so well.”

Carl casually took off a broken gas mask, and the face underneath was pale and twisted into a strange smile, as if the clown himself was mocking the black mask.

“And thanks to the good sealing and sound insulation of this airtight laboratory, people outside didn’t even have time to discover what was happening inside.

"So, we can't get these poison gases because they have been used up?" The Scarecrow didn't care at all how these people died, he was more concerned about the results of this trip.

"It seems so, but it doesn't matter, we can still get some consolation prizes." Karl groped under the table and found a button. When he pressed it, a floor tile opened, revealing a new underground entrance.

Sure enough, there is a hidden wall behind the secret room, which is the true meaning of hiding things.

"How do you...forget it, you have a talent, right?" The Scarecrow was too lazy to complain about why Karl, even though it was his first visit, felt as if he was at home.

"Ah, Black Mask's arsenal." Carl sighed. "On the wall in front of me, there are a wide variety of heavy weapons from pistols to rocket launchers." No matter what, a self-defense weapon that does not require registration or coding will always have its uses.

He took out a small pistol from it and hid it in his arms like magic.

"A .22 Clipper pistol, a toy for girls." The Scarecrow glanced at it and sneered, but he didn't do it himself. He trusted his own mind and works like a pathologist and would not use firearms or other weapons easily. .

"It'll come in handy, at some point," Carl said meaningfully. "Now, this is our prize." He snapped his fingers.

The safe nearby opened with a sound, and a large amount of U.S. dollars was stored in it.Obviously, Black Mask has not had time to transfer the turnover of this stronghold.

"This will remind our friends to deposit money in the bank in time." The scarecrow laughed twice and unfolded the cloth bag he carried.

Karl watched the scarecrow keep collecting money, thought for a moment, threw the clown mask he used yesterday on the ground, and stepped on it in half.

I hope that the Clown Gang and the Masked Gang can quickly fight against each other because of this. This is an important conflict.

"Now, let's welcome the end of tonight's show. Go to the phone booth and call the Gotham Police Department. They will bring this operation to a perfect end."