NOVEL NEXT Chapter 9 IT! ?
It was four in the morning, and the sky was drizzling. The cold wind at night blew through the dark and silent alley on the side of the Black Mask Club. The half-broken lampshade on the dilapidated street lamp at the entrance of the alley made an annoying creaking sound as usual.
It was early autumn now. The cold air and raindrops in the early morning made the two guards in raincoats outside the back door of the club drowsy.
Although their boss asked them to keep an eye on them, they really didn't know what to keep an eye on.
"Do you think the brothers in the port can succeed?"
"Definitely. The boss has bribed several security guards and the situation inside is very clear. That bastard rich second generation will soon be brought here and handed over all his property under torture. Eh? Did you hear anything?"
"Uh, no, did you hear it wrong?"
"It seems that I heard it wrong."
They didn't hear it wrong. An RC remote control car that can be seen everywhere on the market was following the central air conditioning ventilation duct into the core area of the second floor of the Black Mask Club.
This remote control car, which was equipped with a camera and cost only four hundred dollars, easily broke through the bulletproof glass defense line that Black Mask was proud of and entered the pipe just above his office.
Through the grille of the air conditioner exhaust vent, the figure of Black Mask making a phone call caught someone's eye.
The next moment...
"Boom!"
A large bundle of TNT exploded!
The shattered air conditioner duct fragments turned the explosion point into an oversized fragmentation grenade. The terrifying fragments, like the Grim Reaper's sickle, made a piercing scream and cut through the space.
All this happened so suddenly that Roman Sionis had no preparation at all.
Facing the dense fragments like heavy rain and the terrifying waves of fire that were coming towards him, the only thing he could do sitting behind his desk was to instinctively lean back and try to use the wide and thick desk to survive this disaster.
Too late!
Even if he had a melee ability that was not inferior to Batman and was also a sharpshooter with extremely exaggerated shooting skills, he still couldn't be unscathed in such an explosion.
The explosion splashed a basin-sized galvanized iron fragment, which easily cut off half of his right arm like tearing a rag doll apart. Not only that, the more than 30 fragments of different sizes that sprayed on him could have easily shot him into a sieve on the spot.
He didn't die on the spot because of his extraordinary physique and the Kevlar bulletproof vest he was wearing.
His subordinates were not so lucky.
Among the four armed gangsters, three were killed on the spot, and one fell in a pool of blood at the time, and it seemed that he was dying.
The black mask on Roman's face broke because of the explosion, revealing the handsome face behind the mask. Perhaps due to the confusion of time and space, he did not have his face burned when Batman arrested him like in the comics. Today, he is still a handsome middle-aged uncle.
However, what Batman failed to do, someone helped him do.
"Boom boom boom!"
Continuous explosions sounded throughout the second floor of the Black Mask Bar.
Not one, not two, but a bunch of TNT explosives exploded in a series.
The huge explosion collapsed part of the ceiling of the nightclub downstairs, and the lamps fell down fiercely, and the flames and electric sparks filled the entire dance hall.
Fortunately, it was already late at night, and there were not many people in the nightclub. The guests who were originally looking for fun immediately screamed and fled from this terrifying place.
Sean knew that the Black Mask Club was finished.
The other party was obviously going to uproot him.
As luck would have it, he heard a commotion and the sound of rifles firing from the street corner. He struggled to crawl out from under the table, untied his belt, tied his broken arm with his mouth and left hand to stop the bleeding, stood up straight, and leaned to the window.
He saw a large group of clown gangs rushing over from a distance, and were fiercely exchanging fire with his men deployed at the street corner.
"Clown gang--" His resentful voice seemed to come from the deepest part of hell.
There were at least a hundred people on the other side.
With his current manpower, he couldn't handle it at all.
Without any lingering feelings, after urgently treating his injuries, Sean rushed to his safe, opened it quickly, took out the most important things, and left immediately.
He staggered out of the messy office, and had to forcefully knock open the door frame that was deformed by the explosion.
"Is anyone there? Is anyone else alive?"
There was almost no response, only a few painful groans occasionally.
The other party was too cruel.
The explosion affected the entire second and third floors. This three-story building, the upper two floors were almost swept away.
Roman abandoned his seriously injured subordinates without hesitation. The garage door at the back door of the club collapsed, and he could only rush out from the side door on the back street.
Fortunately, he saw that the two guys guarding the door were not dead yet.
"Follow me! Protect me!"
"Ah! Okay, boss!" The two gunmen were confused at first, and then instinctively obeyed the order.
The black mask put too much pressure on people, and no one dared to resist him until they were sure that he was really no good.
At this time, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and it was almost impossible to see things twenty meters away.
One gunman cleared the way in front, and the other supported Sean.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang in the sky and thunder.
With the dazzling lightning, the three people suddenly saw that in a sewer outlet that was constantly pouring with rainwater, there was a terrifying clown face grinning at them.
At this moment, time seemed to stop.
The hearts of the three people also stopped beating.
The pair of white eyes with yellow pupils, coupled with the huge red paint on the corner of the mouth, how weird this scene is.
"Joker——" The three screamed in unison, and subconsciously pointed the muzzle of the gun at the sewer.
Too slow!
A black claw, or something else, popped out from the sewer like lightning, and grabbed Roman's left ankle with great accuracy. Before anyone could react, Roman had already been pulled to the ground and dragged into the sewer desperately.
"Ah! Save me——"
"Boss——"
The boss blocked the muzzle of the gun, so the gunman naturally couldn't shoot. They wanted to catch Sean but caught nothing.
Roman instinctively waved his remaining left arm, but he only scratched the ground. Under extreme force, five fingers scratched five clear blood marks on the muddy ground.
Because he was too strong, Mr. Black Mask didn't even notice that his nails were flipped.
The Joker inside was so strong that he dragged the 1.86-meter-tall Black Mask into the room in just a few moves. In order to avoid being blocked, the opening of the sewer in Gotham City is quite large, one meter wide and thirty centimeters high.
Who knew that this would become the biggest horror.
The dark hole, the surging rain that kept pouring in, and the screams that kept echoing inside, this is not a sewer entrance, this is simply a huge mouth of the abyss that will swallow anyone.
"Save me! Save me!"
No matter how Roman screamed for help, the two gunmen were nailed to the spot. They looked at each other tremblingly, and no one dared to say "Let's go down and save people together". The trembling pupils told the fear in each other's hearts.
"Or, let's run!"
"Okay!"
The gunman ran away in fear without looking back.
The nightmare of the Black Mask inside was not over.
To be honest, he was also confused at the beginning.
He struggled instinctively, not knowing what was holding him, but when he fell into the sewer, a huge net bag was waiting for him. The nylon mesh as thick as a thumb made his powerful martial arts completely useless.
Before his eyes could adjust to the darkness inside, a piercing pain came from the left side of his neck.
It was a sharp iron claw.
The Joker Gang often made a pile of broken iron into claws, which were sharp and had terrible rust.
Roman instinctively fought back and hit it with his elbow, but it hit nothing.
Because there were only iron claws stabbing at him, no human hands.
Another trap.
Mr. Black Mask finally launched his biggest secret weapon - mind control!
Originally, he thought the other party was a clown, so he gave up this trick on his own, after all, mind control is ineffective for lunatics. Unexpectedly, the other party was actually caught.
"You are not a clown! Who are you?"
Roman did not expect that his invincible mind control would be greatly reduced in power because of the damage to the black mask on his face. He didn't expect that the opponent's mental resistance was higher than he thought.
The only answer he got was a physics holy sword - a crowbar!
Another thunderclap in the sky.
His questioning voice had long been drowned out by the thunder. Even if it could be heard, his two subordinates who had already fled would not be able to hear it.
With the little light penetrating into the sewer, the last image reflected in Sean's pupils was the gorgeous arc drawn by the crowbar in mid-air.
The 'holy sword' fell and blew half of Roman's head.
There is no more [Black Mask] in the world!