studiobondurri Chapter 127, Section 24: Roman Siennis
Chapter 127, Section 24: Roman Siennis
Chapter 127, Section 24: Roman Siennis
"Alright, gentlemen, please step forward now so I can see your faces!"
The man in black adjusted his suit collar; his words elicited no response.
Then the masked entourage behind them swept a burst of bullets at the crowd huddled in the corner, and several people immediately clutched their stomachs and squatted on the ground in pain, writhing in agony.
"Come forward, don't make me repeat myself!"
Amid the crackling of the campfire, the crowd reluctantly moved forward. Most of them had just been woken up, their faces showing bewildered fear. A migrant worker in a suit helped Old Ji, while children hid behind burly members of the Crocodile Gang.
No one knew what the man in the skull mask was up to; everyone was suffocating in a state of unknown fear.
If Killer Croc were still alive, he would have torn these scum to pieces despite the whistling bullets. But now, the settlement lacks its guardian, and the sheep can only helplessly endure the wolf pack's attack.
Hans, the goalkeeper, decided to do something, even though he had been hit by the blast wave and broken several ribs after hitting the wall.
"I need this place, and some capable guys."
The black-masked figure's gaze swept across the terrified faces, his eyes beneath the mask haughty and cold.
"What's going on?"
Qin Wei, who was still dressed in the tent, was the first to contact Mr. Hacker.
"There are no security cameras, so I don't know what happened there."
Qin Wei told the other party everything that had happened.
"The man wearing the black skull mask? Oh! He's Roman Siennis, the guy who set fire to his parents' house and killed them. Let me check."
The sound of clattering keyboards came from the other end.
"Oh! I see."
Black Mask has had a really tough time these past few days. The night before last, a mysterious man wielding two guns broke into his territory and slaughtered many of his men. The next day, the Red Hood gang came to the battered Masked Company, demanding that they hand over their heavy weapons and, incidentally, get out of the East District with their bags.
Hmph, fine, get out then!
Black Mask knew, of course, who was behind all of this, but he had no way to resist and could not. He could only move to a new base and start developing again.
So he set his sights on the territory that was once the killer Crocodile Weylen's, now the tunnel settlement in the no man's land.
Of course, he was different from other gangs that divided up territory and expanded their power; he carried a heavy mission on his shoulders.
On the very night Roman was released from prison, he roamed the Upper East Side like a stray dog. After brutally murdering several innocent passersby and robbing them, a freak in a purple suit approached him as he was cutting off the victims' faces.
"Hahaha, you're a man destined for great things, Roman. This city is about to undergo a massive upheaval. Are you prepared to spend your life venting your twisted desires through murder, or will you rise to a high position and exact revenge on the jury that threw you into Blackgate?"
His voice seemed to possess a magical power, miraculously calming Roman, who was engrossed in the killing.
He told Roman that the only way to climb to a high position was to find evidence of Maroney extorting Gotham's elite, and when the time was right, he would hide it somewhere in Gotham like a pirate's treasure.
At that time, the bank robbery had not even happened yet, and Maroni, sitting firmly on the sidelines, showed no signs of collapse.
Roman thought he had met a madman who was even crazier than himself.
But what the other party said soon came true. With Maroni's downfall, Gotham, which had been stagnant, was instantly turned upside down by the struggle of the behemoth.
The Masked Company was founded amidst the turmoil, and the dutiful son Roman donned a mask made from his father's coffin, preparing for the impending chaos along with other gang leaders incited by the Joker.
Just wait, the Age of Exploration is about to begin.
Roman's power was already considerable; they had found a number of heavy weapons in a collapsed auto repair shop. But with Red Hood's interference, everything was back to square one.
He doesn't have enough time left.
"Come forward!"
Roman reached out and called a tall man from the crowd.
"Do you swear allegiance to the Masked Company and are willing to fight to the death for Black Mask?"
"I—I do."
The man swallowed hard; under the dark muzzle of the gun, he was unable to refuse.
"very good!"
The man in black sneered and took a mask from the suitcase behind him.
He had asked the same question more than a dozen times, and whenever someone swore allegiance, he would take out a mask and put it on them personally.
Like a cult initiation ceremony, in the flickering light of the campfire, the light in the eyes of those wearing masks vanishes instantly, and they walk behind the black-masked figures like puppets. After the ceremony, no one points guns at them anymore, but they neither resist nor run away, as if they truly believe their insincere prayers and willingly become members of the Masked Society.
This bizarre scene alerted Hans. Most of those recruited were members of the Crocodile Gang, and he knew that his compatriots would never betray Wei Lun in this way.
The strange-looking Hans licked his dry lips, and just as he was about to shrink back into the crowd, the black-masked man pointed a finger at his head.
"You, come up here!"
If Hans disobeys Black Mask's orders, a resident of the settlement will immediately die at the hands of a gunman. In order to inherit Weilen's will and protect the homeless, he has no choice but to bite the bullet and step forward.
The good news is that Black Mask didn't confiscate his weapons when he entered; he still had a dagger hidden behind his waist, ready to strike when the time was right.
Three steps.
Two steps—.
step..
He walked up to the man in the black mask, and suddenly drew his dagger, stabbing it into the man's heart.
But the next second he was swarmed by burly men and pinned to the ground.
Those who made the move were all former members of the Crocodile Gang, but now, wearing masks, they seemed like completely different people. Jack, Charlie, and Fisher looked up at these familiar yet unfamiliar faces, and Hans felt as if his heart was being torn apart.
And the feeling of being heartbroken will soon be more than just a simple metaphor.
Black Mask effortlessly seized Hans's head.
"I will first cut off your face, then rip out your heart while you are still alive. You will remain absolutely conscious until then. Human fear and despair give blood a special magic, which is smeared on the inside of the mask so that I can continue to enslave their souls through it."
Just as the dagger was being thrust at Hans's face, a tent in the corner suddenly overturned.
Before the man in black could give the order, two henchmen stepped forward with their guns drawn to check.
Just as they reached the tent entrance, a pair of black hands reached out, grabbed their ankles, and dragged them into the tent.
The man in the black mask glanced around, and then a burst of machine gun fire roared from behind him.
These mind-controlled individuals paid no attention to their comrades in the tent, and soon a layer of spent shell casings piled up at their feet.
Strangely, there was no one else inside the shattered tent except for the exterior of the tent, which was riddled with bullet holes.
The man in the black mask gasped.
He keenly sensed that things might be a bit tricky.
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