Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 148 I’m just a bastard

Black Mask was a little confused about the attitude of the young man in front of him.

According to reports from his staff, Terry Pickles' performance was actually somewhat lower than he expected.

He is frivolous, vulgar, full of joy and anger, and the city can't see it at all.

Although these characteristics do fit the external age.

He brought more than a dozen of his men to the scene, and paid enough attention to this guy who was so bold and had deceived him by pretending to be the Penguin.

But as soon as this guy came over, he said something shocking.

If Terry really wants to take away the assets that were annexed by Penguin after his death, shouldn't he show a more prudent attitude?

Black Mask calmed down, took a deep look at the smiling young man, then turned around slightly and stretched out his hand to signal.

"This is a considerable asset. Why don't you go to my office to discuss it in detail?"

"Okay."

The remaining people wanted to follow, but Terry glared at them rather dissatisfied.

"But boss, we can't guarantee your safety like this!"

"I'm discussing business with your boss, why are you coming here?"

But when he saw Terry's smiling expression from the corner of his eye, he seemed to have thought of something, and stretched out his hand to signal his men to stop.

After arriving at the office, as Black Mask walked to the wine cabinet and took out two glasses to pour wine, Terry entered the room, looked around, and raised his foot to close the door.

Then Terry hummed a tune with an expressionless face, wandered to the edge of Black Mask's desk, stretched out his two hands, and groped around the desk with the pace of his feet.

Terry walked past the man arrogantly, pouted, and deliberately clicked his tongue twice.

Black Mask didn't speak, but looked at the thug quietly.

Then Terry raised his left hand and shook it at the black mask.

Terry said something faintly from the side.

The man was stunned for a moment, gritted his teeth, and looked a little unwilling, but finally lowered his head and retreated.

Black Mask turned around with the bottle in hand, and was about to speak, but saw that Terry's expression had calmed down, and he just stretched out his hand to make a gesture on his lips indifferently.

These lawless guys had never been treated so arrogantly. For a moment, Terry's great achievements were forgotten by them, and they gathered around with angry eyes.

Between the index and middle fingers, there were three button-sized listening devices.

Black Mask was shocked, and before he could express his attitude, he saw Terry taking out a small box from nowhere, casually throwing the bug in, and snapping the box shut.

"You guys watch the scene outside, and I'll talk to the rookie alone."

Terry nodded in agreement without hesitation, seemingly not caring about the reactions of the gun-wielding thugs around him, and kept up with Black Mask's pace.

Black Mask originally didn't want to care. In fact, he suddenly had doubts about whether this young man was really the Terry Pickles.

Then, before the man could get angry, he followed the black mask and disappeared into the crowd.

"Hey, it seems that the people below you don't like to follow your orders very much."

A thug who was suspected to be Black Mask's henchman took a step forward and said anxiously.

Throwing the box on the table casually, Terry leaned against the desk, stretched out, straightened his back that had always been a little lumpy, and raised his eyebrows at the black mask.

"You collaborated with the Joker?"

Black Mask glanced at the box that was thrown on the table, lowered his head and continued to pour the wine: "How do you say this?"

"Without Penguin, 80% of Gotham City's underground arms business is now in your hands. Tonight's prison robbery will not only rely on the bomb. According to the on-site news broadcast, those guys from the Joker Gang They have heavy firepower on their hands.”

"If someone pays me, there's no reason why I shouldn't do business."

Black Mask came over with the wine glass, pretending to hand it to Terry, but after a false push, Terry took the wine glass and pressed it against the box.

Black Mask didn't mind either, and sat on the sofa with his cup in his hands.

"Is this why you came to me to ask?"

"Of course more than that."

Terry stared at the glass of wine in Black Mask's hand with interest, raised his hand, pointed at the mouth with his index finger and turned it around.

"I'm more curious now, how do you drink it when you wear a mask all the time?" Black Mask paused, raised his hand and touched the position of his left ear - his black mask is said to be a mask, but it is actually a precision-structured, half-shaped A black helmet covering his head.

After a slight sound, the lower part of the black mask popped open, just enough to expose his mouth. He put the wine glass to his mouth and took a sip.

"Hey, you really don't mind the trouble."

Terry's tone contained a hint of disdain for such pretentiousness.

"to be honest--"

Black Mask put down his wine glass, and his voice sounded a little impatient.

"You always talk about these boring questions when we first meet? I thought we weren't that familiar before."

"Didn't you realize that your power has been infiltrated by the Joker?"

Terry also said something shocking, and immediately dropped a piece of news that made Black Mask frown.

After a brief silence, Black Mask leaned on the sofa, obviously not believing what Terry said.

"With all due respect, although your escape from that place did surprise many people, you were alone after all. According to the information I collected, you don't seem to have any trustworthy sources - so where is the evidence?"

"evidence?"

Terry spread his hands and shook his head.

"I don't have anything like that, that's what the police care about."

"Then it's based on your empty words?"

"Believe it or not, it's up to you. If something happens, there will be no loss to me."

Terry narrowed his eyes and picked up the wine glass with his backhand. He held the rim of the glass from above with his fingers and sloshed the amber liquid inside.

Black Mask was vaguely angry. He actually didn't want to talk anymore, but after hesitating for a moment, he suddenly remembered Terry's previous behavior at the door of the bar and on the dance floor, which was completely different from his current behavior.

"Who were you showing those deliberate performances just now?"

"Oh, some old acquaintances, such as the two at your door. I've met them before when I was a member of the Clown Gang."

Black Mask stood up suddenly, his pupils shaking.

"Have you ever been with the Clown Gang?!"

"Just like you said."

Terry seemed to have finally had enough. He brought the wine glass to his mouth and took a sip, then put it down.

"I have been alone before, and I have been doing a lot of sneaky things. I have been hanging out at the bottom of Gotham City. Every day I am trying to find ways to get food to maintain my body's functions-"

Terry smiled.

“In the end, I unexpectedly discovered that Clown Gang is actually the most convenient place to fill my stomach.

Whenever I see the news about a clown being caught, I smear a thick layer of funny paint on my face, put on a wig stolen from the circus, and then find a venue where the clown fanatics gather. , just follow them and shout a few slogans, and you can get a good piece of food. "

Terry put down his wine glass again, seeming to reminisce about those days.

"Although I have never met that dangerous guy, I can recognize most of the members of the Clown Gang by their body shapes and voices.

Unfortunately, Mr. Black Mask, I just walked through your place and saw at least thirteen acquaintances.

Even the guy who seems to care about you. "

Black Mask lowered his head, seemingly judging the credibility of Terry's words.

Then he quickly discovered a logical problem.

"But you came here for me from the beginning, how could you..."

"Is there a possibility that I have been involved in more than one gang?"

Terry suddenly bowed to the black mask, pretending to be affectionate.

"My respected Mr. Boss, who rarely cares about his subordinates at the bottom?"

(End of this chapter)