He was selling gashapon toys in Marvel Studios, and at the beginning, Tony turned into Kuuga.

Jack reached up and dabbed the blood on his face, then smeared it heavily on his lips.

Bright red bloodstains stretched from the corners of his mouth to both sides, drawing an exaggerated clown smile.

"Falcone..."

"police……"

"And this utterly rotten city..."

Jack turned around, his eyes filled with madness.

"I will make you pay the price."

"I'm going to take over all of Gotham..."

Jack opened his arms as if to embrace the whole world.

"Everyone, smile happily!"

Boom!

A bolt of lightning ripped through the night sky, its pale light illuminating Jack's twisted, maniacal grin.

Just then.

A series of rapid footsteps could be heard downstairs.

The sound of leather shoes stepping in puddles, the crisp sound of a gun bolt being pulled back, and the sound of rough cursing.

"He's upstairs! Find that kid for me!"

"Boss Falcone said, chop him up and feed him to the fish!"

The main force has arrived.

This time, it wasn't just a few people, but dozens of fully armed gang elites.

The horrific state caused by the three dolls in the corridor had clearly alerted the guards below.

Heavy footsteps rapidly approached down the stairs.

Death is knocking frantically at the door.

Jack stood in the center of the living room, with the corpses of his loved ones and blood everywhere at his feet.

He just stood there quietly, his maniacal laughter growing louder and louder.

"bring it on……"

Jack's hands hung naturally at his sides, his ten fingers twitching excitedly.

"The show has only just begun."

"Open fire! Unleash all your bullets downwards!"

Jack leaned against the bullet-riddled wall, a sinister smile on his face.

He swept his large hand across the gangster, whose body was riddled with wounds and who was barely clinging to life.

The three transformed into toys riddled with holes, carrying Thompson submachine guns, and walked stiffly downstairs.

The muzzle of the gun peeked out from around the corner.

Da da da da!

Gunshots echoed through the narrow stairwell, and spitting flames illuminated the mottled walls.

The four or five gangsters at the front were instantly riddled with bullets, blood spurting out, and they rolled down without even letting out a scream.

Downstairs was in complete chaos.

"Fuck! The firepower from up there is too intense!"

"How many people are up there?!"

The gang leader, hiding around the corner, was furious.

He peeked out to see what was going on, and the next second, he froze.

"What the hell is that?" He stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

There were no armed thugs, and no resisting chemical plant engineers.

There are only three toys!

They pulled the triggers emotionlessly, their plastic eyeballs reflecting the firelight.

Even more terrifying is that, under the rules of the Childlike Fun Fruit, all memories of those three gang members were completely erased.

In the minds of these gangsters, there were no one of their own in higher positions.

"Holy crap! The doll is firing a gun!"

Panic quickly spread within the gang.

"Monster! There's a monster here!"

Some people were so frightened that they backed away and accidentally stepped into a hole and tumbled down the stairs.

Jack listened to the screams and terrified shouts from downstairs and laughed so hard he almost fell over.

"Is it fun?"

He tilted his head and tapped a light rhythm on the switch box with his knuckles.

"The game has only just begun."

Jack yanked the power strip out and threw it into the sink next to him.

Click.

The entire apartment building was plunged into darkness.

The gunfire stopped.

The corridor was completely silent.

Only the sound of the torrential rain outside the window continued to grow louder.

"Lights! Grab a flashlight!" the gang leader shouted.

Jack pressed himself against the wall and silently slid into the darkness.

This is where he lived for ten years.

He could find any step or protruding water pipe with his eyes closed.

A gangster, holding a gun, shakily groped his way up the wall.

Suddenly, a cold hand patted his back.

Boo!

A wisp of white smoke exploded in the darkness.

A living, breathing man disappeared and was replaced by a tin frog in a suit.

His accomplice next to him suddenly turned around, the beam of his flashlight sweeping across him.

"Where did everyone go? Why is there an empty seat behind me?"

He shook the beam of light in confusion.

The tin frog on the ground suddenly jumped up, and the dagger in its hand plunged deep into his thigh.

"what!"

A scream pierced the night sky.

"Fire! The tin frog is biting me!"

Da da da!

In the darkness, his accomplice picked up his gun and fired wildly.

They missed the frog and hit one of their own people downstairs instead.

"Are you blind?! Where are you shooting?!"

"Someone's firing! Return fire!"

The gang, which was already in a state of extreme panic, completely collapsed.

In this absolute darkness, even the slightest breeze can trigger a chain reaction.

Guns were pointed at each other.

Flames intertwined in the darkness.

Jack moved through the chaos like a ghost.

Touch it.

A fat man with a flashlight turned into a clown doll.

Touch it again.

A skinny man who was changing a magazine turned into a puppet.

"Go, kids, make this party even more exciting."

Jack laughed unrestrainedly, issuing orders from behind the load-bearing wall.

The newly conjured toys immediately joined the battle, picking up guns from the ground and mercilessly firing at their former comrades.

"What kind of witchcraft is this?!" the gang leader roared. "Retreat! Retreat now!"

Their lack of memory left them completely unaware of what had happened.

Why are there so many monster dolls out of nowhere?

Why are our own people so far apart?

Jack stood at the end of the corridor, bullets whizzing around him.

He dragged his injured right leg and slowly retreated back to his room.

The ground was covered in the blood of loved ones.

Jack didn't even glance at it and went straight to the kitchen.

He yanked off the old gas pipe, and a pungent gas smell filled the air.

"Let's have a grand finale."

Jack walked to the window and pushed open the glass.

The wind and torrential rain poured into the house, making his bloodshot smiling face look particularly ferocious.

He turned his head and looked at the last teddy bear that was still with him.

"Wait until those idiots rush into this room."

"Just shoot at the gas pipe."

Teddy Bear nodded stiffly.

Jack climbed out the window and clung tightly to the rusty fire escape ladder.

He endured the excruciating pain in his legs and climbed down step by step.

I had just climbed to the bottom of the second floor.

Boom!

A deafening roar shook the heavens and the earth.

A fireball erupted from the top floor of the entire apartment building.

The shockwave sent debris flying everywhere, and the flames illuminated half the block as if it were daytime.

Dozens of elite gangsters who rushed into the house were instantly reduced to ashes by the high temperature and explosion.

The mangled limbs of the doll fell from the sky and landed in the puddles.

Jack clung tightly to the fire escape ladder, but the blast wave knocked him to the ground.

He fell heavily into the mud, feeling as if all the bones in his body were about to fall apart.

"Cough cough..."

Jack spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with rainwater.

He looked up at the burning apartment building, his eyes filled with a crazed and gleeful gaze.

"So beautiful..."

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