Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 165 Unexpected

"Now, I guess you all have no objections, right?"

The man sitting at the dining table let out a long sigh of relief, leaned back, and sounded quite proud.

"As expected of me, I saw the potential in this kid back then. If it hadn't been for that damn orphanage, he would probably be our greatest 'claw' now!"

At the moment when the word "greatest claw" came out, March's head trembled slightly, but because he lowered his head, no one saw his expression at this moment.

The other projections present also fell into a brief silence.

Although Terry Pickles is indeed a little older, this seemingly unremarkable resume combined with his incident of killing the Penguin, undoubtedly crushed Jason, who was still just a circus boy at the moment.

(The origins of Jason and Dick cannot be said to be similar, they are exactly the same)

The man standing by the floor-to-ceiling window stared at Terry lying on the ground with meaningful eyes.

"March, are you saying that after he miraculously came back from the dead in the garbage dump, all the seemingly ordinary actions he did were in preparation for revenge against the Penguin in the future?"

"Based on the current situation, yes, and he not only killed the Penguin, but also seemed to be hunting down everyone in the Angel House Welfare Home one by one. Among them, after Terry escaped from Arkham, the guard Smith at that time was Borg is dead. According to the autopsy report of the Gotham Police Department, Borg's skin was carved with the word liar before his death.

Recently, Terry Pickles has been frequenting Mrs. Laufen Tiffany's restaurant. That woman also worked at the Angel House Welfare Institution, and she is suspected to be the next target of revenge that Terry Pickles identified. "

It's so featureless that most upper-class people with some money might wear it like this, and it doesn't speak with a local Gotham accent, so it's harder to infer anything from the available information.

"interesting."

Judging from the extra decoration in the projection, he is indoors, wearing a vest on his upper body, and a flat ironed shirt and tie underneath.

Although the style of this mask is simple, it is obviously designed with reference to the appearance of an owl.

It was only at this moment that Ma Qi, whose muscles reacted faster than his brain, exclaimed angrily: "You actually woke up long ago!"

A V-shaped breathing port opens in the center of the white oval mask, and where the eyes are are two round holes, embedded with fog-colored crystals.

The man waved his hand, and a strange chuckle came from under the mask.

Feeling the chill coming from behind him, Ma Qi's originally angry eyes immediately shrank. He lowered his body and took on a more humble posture.

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the field was stunned. Only Madge reacted the fastest. He immediately turned around and threw a blue ball, which disintegrated in the air and turned into a series of chains, which completely destroyed Terry's body. The ground was tied up.

Just when Terry was tied into a ball, Heicai was able to leave the spiritual world and opened his eyes in reality.

Hei looked over March's head and looked at the masked projection.

After trying hard, he didn't move, but the restraint became tighter.

"Madge, Madge, you were too careless this time. How could a person with such a resume be captured so easily by you?"

"I'm afraid he was never unconscious at all, or he was caught by you on false pretenses."

"It was my negligence, please forgive me."

The faint blue projection left the window, and the corresponding mechanism didn't know how it was done. It actually made the man walk over step by step and stay behind Ma Qi.

"I don't care who he wants to kill or how many people he plans to kill. What I'm more concerned about is - Madge, do you remember the Locker incident?"

Black looked at the masked man and said quietly.

"what?"

The man raised his head and looked down at Terry, who was lying on the ground unable to move. "There are not many rich nobles in Gotham, but I really didn't expect someone like you. You seem to be different from those fat-headed idiots, don't you?"

The man snorted softly.

Terry raised the corners of his mouth and looked at the other projections.

"If you don't have such high-level technical skills, don't show it off. It's not new to have projections in meetings, but you actually turned on the projections so openly after I woke up - you didn't realize that some of the small objects in your environment were exposed. come yet?"

Terry was the first to look at the man sitting at the dining table, who was just proud of having personally added Terry's name to the Claw candidate list.

"The tea cup of Feilkapuke won the special prize in the IDEA Design Awards three years ago with its chrysalis pattern design. The designer is Turkish. After the competition, the entire set of tableware was auctioned off at a high price, although the purchase was not disclosed. The name of the author, but at the same time, a new express delivery company specializing in transporting valuable and fragile items was published in a Manhattan tabloid in South City. It opened with a large order worth $4..."

The man at the dining table calmly pushed his beloved tea cup away from the projection range with the back of his hand. Then he looked at the other companions who looked at him with incomprehensible expressions, and shrugged with some annoyance.

"What? Even if he has hacking skills, he has to have a device connected to the Internet to find me, right? But it only takes me ten minutes to erase these traces of the past."

"I hate people who like to arrange my life privately. You have been put on my list as an urgent number, although unfortunately I don't know your name."

Terry interrupted the man's explanation, then stuck out his tongue and spit out a headset on the floor next to him.

Ma Qi's expression changed, he suddenly took the headset into his hand, and then crushed it with his index finger and thumb.

But obviously, it's too late.

The man at the dining table stood up in panic and looked at the man standing by the floor-to-ceiling window in horror, waving his arms: "Wait a minute, he is underground, there is no signal!"

The masked man standing behind March shook his head: "It's a pity, that's Batman's monitoring technology."

Then, no movement was seen from the masked man. The head of the man standing at the dining table exploded with a bang, covering the projection with brains and blood covering the background wall.

The masked man lowered his head, and no emotion could be seen in the fogged lenses: "You killed one of our companions as soon as you came up. Isn't it a little rude?"

"Your men stabbed both of my kidneys when they came up. I thought it was quite rude. Are you going to treat me as a clean slate now?"

Terry raised his neck hard: "Also, I don't like people talking to me like this, but it is probably impossible to let me go, so why don't you condescend to kneel down and communicate with me? If you are sincere? "

"Hehehe, of course, I have always been sincere."

The man stretched out his projected hand, which was also wearing gloves without any patterns or labels, and made a gesture to March, who had just quietly moved away.

"Summon the Scarlet Envoy first, brainwash him, and then talk about more things."

March nodded immediately, then took off his gloves directly and pointed his palm at Terry's head.

A bloody seam quietly opened from Madge's palm.

Terry's expression suddenly changed dramatically.

'You feel an evil presence watching you! '

How could it be the appearance prefix prompt of Eye of Cthulhu?

(End of this chapter)