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

No one answered.

The Falcone family's large army was completely wiped out without even touching a hair on his head.

The fact that the fruit, which had erased most of the traces, made the explosion an unsolved mystery.

Jack struggled to his feet.

He was shot in the right leg. Although the bleeding stopped, every step he took was excruciatingly painful.

He doesn't care.

On this crazy night, the pain will only make him more alert.

"Chemical plant..."

Jack whispered, the familiar place appearing in his mind.

That was where he worked for five years.

It was also the stronghold where the Falcone family laundered money, smuggled goods, and hid weapons.

The $100,000 worth of goods were the ones the chemical plant owner forced him to sign.

……

Two hours later.

ACE Chemical Plant, on the outskirts of Gotham City.

This place no longer produces legitimate chemical raw materials; instead, it's filled with rusty iron drums and pungent chemical waste.

Heavy rain.

There wasn't even a guard outside the factory.

Jack pressed himself against the wall and wiped the rain off his face.

The blood-red smile on his lips had been washed away and was somewhat blurred, but the madness in his eyes grew even stronger.

"The password is..."

He went around to the side of the sewage pipe opening, skillfully peeled back a piece of camouflaged metal, and pressed a series of numbers.

Click.

The hidden door opened.

Jack crawled inside.

Inside was a dark, narrow corridor, filled with a sour, rotten smell.

He knows this place very well.

He knew exactly where the security cameras were broken and where the floorboards creaked.

He now possesses godlike power, but he does not intend to launch a direct attack.

Killing can be an art.

He wanted to gradually break down these people's psychological defenses.

Jack groped his way down the corridor, the pain in his right leg causing him to leave a bloody footprint with every step.

After turning two corners.

Ahead is the chemical plant's control room, and over there is a medical clinic where he knows the doctor very well.

Jack stopped and leaned against the wall, panting heavily. His vision was starting to blur from blood loss.

"Heal the wounds, and then let this city be filled with laughter again..."

Jack laughed nervously.

Just then.

Click.

Suddenly, I heard the crisp sound of a gun bolt being pulled back behind me.

In the hushed, silent corridor, this sound was nothing short of a death knell.

Jack's body stiffened abruptly.

In the darkness, three burly figures emerged from the shadows.

Three cold shotguns were pressed firmly against the back of Jack's head.

"Don't move, kid."

A rough voice rang in Jack's ears, filled with murderous intent.

"Turn around, slowly."

Jack didn't raise his hand; he slowly turned around.

Using the dim light from outside, I could see the three people in front of me.

Three cold shotgun muzzles were pointed directly at Jack's head.

"Don't shoot, everyone," Jack said hoarsely. "I was just a passerby looking for shelter from the rain, and I accidentally went into the wrong house."

One of the burly men sneered and pressed the muzzle of his gun hard against Jack's forehead.

"Wrong door? Do you think you can just go to the wrong door here?"

"Hey, look at your face, are you playing some kind of Halloween costume game?"

The burly man noticed the bloodstains on Jack's face and his eyes lit up with amusement.

Jack chuckled twice. Facing the gun barrel, he didn't back down; instead, he moved forward slightly.

"Actually, I'm a magician," Jack said in a low voice.

"Magic?" another burly man cursed impatiently. "Tie him up and take him to see the boss."

Jack raised his hands high, seemingly giving up the fight.

Just as the two burly men reached out to grab the rope, Jack lowered his hands, which had been raised high, and grabbed the wrists of the two men on either side.

Pop! Pop!

Two wisps of white smoke suddenly exploded in the dimly lit corridor.

The two burly men who were just standing there vanished into thin air.

Instead, there were two wooden nutcrackers lying on the ground.

The Nutcracker is dressed in a comical red and blue uniform, with an exaggeratedly wide mouth and lifeless wooden eyes.

The third burly man was stunned.

He was taken aback at first, then pointed his shotgun at Jack.

"What the hell are you doing? Why do your dolls have two guns in their hands?!"

"Go, cuties, dance for him."

Jack grinned, his shoulders shaking with laughter.

The two nutcrackers on the ground suddenly started moving.

They trudged along on their stiff wooden legs, creaking as they charged toward the third burly man.

"What the hell is this thing?!"

The burly man was so frightened that he backed away repeatedly, frantically pulling the trigger with his finger.

boom!boom!

The shotgun's power sent shards of stone flying from the corridor walls.

However, the Nutcracker is too small, and although its movements are stiff, they are extremely strange.

One of the nutcrackers climbed up the burly man's trouser leg and bit his wrist.

"what!"

The burly man screamed and dropped his shotgun to the ground.

The other Nutcracker jumped up and pulled the trigger of his shotgun.

boom!

With a gunshot, the last remaining strong man was mangled beyond recognition, and the nutcracker was shattered into pieces by the recoil.

Jack didn't even glance at it, dragging his bleeding right leg, and limped towards the abandoned reactor at the end of the corridor.

Heavy breathing could be heard from the shadows of the reactor.

"Come out." Jack stopped and tilted his head, staring into the darkness.

"Your henchmen are having a party, aren't you coming?"

The person in the shadows remained motionless.

Jack sighed, then suddenly reached out and grabbed the collar of a finely crafted tuxedo.

He pulled hard, dragging a chubby young man out of the shadows.

The young man staggered a few steps with a limp, and the black umbrella in his hand fell to the ground.

He had a long, bird-beak-like nose, and his eyes were filled with terror and disbelief.

Oswald Copport, a low-level mob boss, nicknamed Penguin.

"You... what kind of monster are you?!"

Copeport's voice trembled, and cold sweat streamed down his chubby face.

He was hiding behind and saw everything.

He said he was a magician, and as a result, two people turned into two toys.

Although he forgot who the two people were, it didn't diminish the chilling nature of the scene.

Most importantly, he didn't see any lines, yet the two toys were moving as the wizard commanded.

"monster?"

Jack leaned close to Copport, their noses almost touching.

The smell of blood filled Copport's nostrils.

"I'm just an ordinary guy who wants to bring laughter to Gotham," Jack whispered. "What should I call you, weirdo?"

"Cobbler... Cobbler." The Penguin swallowed hard, trying his best to remain calm. "People in the underworld call me the Penguin."

"Penguin? That's a good name. I like animals."