A generation of masters starts from DC

Chapter 75 Black Mask and the Horror of the Ventrilogue

Harley Quinn caught a glimpse of the men in the black mask approaching, she hurriedly turned around and left from the other side, but was stopped by the men in the black mask when she was about to go out, she patted her forehead, feeling very annoyed, turned around and saw the men in the black mask again come over.

She was surrounded.

The black mask stared at her aggressively, crossed the corridor, and signaled his men to stop others from approaching here.

"You Biaozi dare to come to me, now this is my territory."

Harley Quinn gave him a blank look, with arrogance in her smirk. "Really? I thought this was an exhibition held by the Wayne family."

"Shut up, I don't want to hear these two words."

The black mask is hideous.

"Wayne, Wayne, Wayne, Wayne, Wayne..."

"Ah, I seem to be suffering from the complex recorder's repetition syndrome, what should I do? I need a doctor's help."

Harley Quinn simply repeated these two words countless times, which was driving Black Mask crazy.

The black mask said in a cold tone: "This is my territory now. You tie her into the toilet for me, and I want this woman to pay the price."

The black-masked subordinates in black suits held guns against Harley Quinn's head.

Harley Quinn's smirk was forced to stop, and she was escorted into the toilet.

"and many more."

"What? What are you planning to do?"

As soon as he entered the men's room, the black mask rushed up and punched the clown girl's pretty pink and white face, causing her nostrils to bleed and her face to be deformed.

The black mask hits Harley Quinn's belly with an uppercut. The overly exposed belly has the disadvantage of no protection.

"Damn stupid woman." Black Mask said sternly, without the slightest sense of shame for beating a woman.

He took out the knuckles and put it on his left hand, looking at the clown girl's white and delicate body with a grin. "You dare to give me a smirk and try again."

During his beating, Harley Quinn actually kept giggling.

But after the knuckles kept hitting her face, the pain was beyond the limit of endurance, her expression still deformed, and some unintelligible syllables came out of her mouth.

Finally, the black mask couldn't take it anymore, he took out a dagger and handed it to the subordinate next to him, turned his back to face the mirror, and took out a beard knife to shave.

"I shouldn't have wasted time with a lunatic like you and killed her."

The subordinate grinned grinningly and bared his teeth, walked over and grabbed the clown girl's mouth, and slashed the dagger towards the clown girl's mouth!
"Etc., etc!"

"I guess you want those three ink paintings!"

"I can help you get them."

bang~
A gunshot appeared in the toilet, and the flames burst out. The black mask turned around holding the pistol smoking from the muzzle, and the target of his shooting was the subordinate who was about to cut the clown girl's mouth!

The black mask blew down the muzzle of the gun, and put the pistol in his jacket pocket as if he were wearing a handkerchief with a gentleman's etiquette.

"I didn't have time to stop him, so I had to shoot. You said just now that you can help me grab the treasure in this exhibition, right?"

Harley Quinn glanced at the corpse on the ground behind her in fear, then turned around and smiled confidently.

"Yes, I can help you grab these things."

Black Mask took a sniper rifle from his subordinates and threw it to Harley Quinn, "Very good. I can give you this chance."

"You want to help me kill two people, one is the host who hosts the exhibition, and the other is a member of the damned Wayne family! Eaton James Wayne."

Harley Quinn was surprised: "I thought you liked to sit with this young man. Aren't you friends?"

"Fuck your friends." Black Mask hated him deeply. "Everyone in the Wayne family deserves to die."

"I want to use his death to create panic, deter all the big shots in this building, and make them obediently hand over all the cash they brought over to me, as well as those three priceless treasures!!"

Harley Quinn thought for a while, then raised her head and gave him a smile. "OK!"

……

The ventriloquist below the booth notices that the black mask leads the person away and into the toilet.

He said to the advisor next to him, "What trick is Black Mask playing?"

The consultant turned his head and said in astonishment: "Boss, I am your subordinate, how could I know what the black mask is thinking. I think they just caught someone who had a grudge before."

The ventriloquist looked at him meaningfully. "I guess so. You're smart, my advisor, and that's why you're my right-hand man."

"Let's go to the lounge on the second floor and sit for a while."

"Ah? Why do you want to go at this time..." The consultant's eyes shrank and his palms trembled.

He left his seat under the orders of the ventriloquist, and followed him to the lounge alone.

In the lounge, the ventriloquist sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette.

"Sit down, my smart left and right hand. I want to hear how you are a spy between me and Black Mask and Mr. Polart. I really admire young people like you, you young people The brain is flexible."

"Give me a part-time job in the morning, go to Black Mask's in the afternoon, and go to the Portland family in the evening."

"Young man, you... are really a master of time management. But do you take me for a fool?"

The consultant's complexion changed drastically, and he immediately took out his pistol, and said harshly, "You... since you already knew, why did you keep me by your side?"

Facing the gun pointed at him, the ventriloquist remained calm, and the expressionless puppet on the left seemed to be a demon in this small closed room.

"Why? Because... I need you to send him false news, too."

"If I don't, will his trash head who can't even run a cosmetics group notice priceless art objects on display in the East End?"

"The three paintings were originally worthless, but after the Wayne family made such a stir, the value of those three paintings can be compared to the value of a group company. I don't know what Wayne and the others are doing, maybe they are laundering money Maybe."

"Of course, my goal is all the cash here, those three paintings, and... the life of the black mask."

The ventriloquist's eyes are unfathomable. This seemingly ordinary old man speaks terrible words. "You think my goal is only money? Hehe, young man, you are wrong. My vision is not so short-sighted. My goal is money and the life of the black mask."

"And the lives of all of you."

"This is the trap I set for Black Mask today."

The puppet beside him moved, and when the consultant saw the movement of the puppet on the seat, he raised his gun and fired like crazy.

"Ah, ah, ah, you die for me.",

"Don't come here, don't come here."

But the puppet jumped on his face, gouged out his eyes with two sharp knives, and dug out two bloody eyeballs.

The advisor dropped the pistol, covering his eyes and wandering around like a headless chicken.

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me?"

The ventriloquist came over and grabbed him, showing kind eyes. "Oh~ let me take a look. After all, you have been working for me for so many years."

"I don't want that."

Pulling away the consultant's hand covering his eyes, the ventriloquist showed a perverted smile when he saw the bloody and hollow eye sockets.

"It's okay, it's just a scratch on the face."

"Ah? Am I okay?" The consultant breathed a sigh of relief, and he sat on the sofa with the support of the old man. "It turns out that I was just scratched, boss, I didn't intend to betray you at all. It was Black Mask who gave me a lot of money, and I have no way to resist this temptation."

"You know, I'm not the kind to hold back, you'll forgive me, won't you?"

The old man opened the door of the lounge and shot in the back before leaving.

The chattering consultant fell to his death.

Closing the lounge door, the ventriloquist licked the muzzle of his gun morbidly. "I will never forgive anyone who betrays me."

……

Through monitoring, Moriguang watched the performance of these two people in the basement.

Ventrilogue and Black Mask.

Moriguang showed a mocking look, "Take this exhibition as your battlefield, and think that all of us are stepping stones for you to achieve your goals? Huh, I hope you two don't overturn your car."

You want two tigers to fight each other!
I just wait for the snipe and the clam to fight each other, and the fisherman will benefit.

(End of this chapter)