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

Jack didn't stop; instead, he walked faster and faster.

He's a monster now.

A monster that can turn gangsters into plush toys.

He doesn't need a gun.

His hands are the most terrifying weapons in the world.

"I'll say it again," Jack said hoarsely, "let go of my mother."

He lunged forward, his hands aimed straight for the bald man's throat.

"court death!"

The bald man's eyes hardened, and he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Bang bang bang!

The Thomson submachine gun spewed fire.

The bullet grazed Jack's shoulder, leaving a trail of blood.

Jack frowned, but his speed increased instead of decreasing.

He had only one thought on his mind right now.

I ran into him!

Turn him into a toy!

Erase him from this world completely!

On this crazy, rainy night, Gotham City's future kingpin of crime finally took his first step toward the abyss.

At the same time, hurried footsteps could be heard in the hallway outside the door.

The piercing gunshots and the loud crash of shattering glass inside drew their attention.

"There's something going on inside!"

"Break down the door! Quickly!"

Bang bang bang!

"Fuck, what are you doing..." The bald man's angry curse was stuck in his throat.

Boo!

A cloud of white smoke exploded in the center of the living room, and the gunfire stopped abruptly.

The assault rifle slammed onto the floor with a loud thud.

The bald man disappeared, replaced by a bulldog doll wearing a small black leather jacket.

The doll's button eyes showed extreme terror, and its mouth opened and closed, but could only make a barking plastic sound.

Jack was panting heavily.

He did it.

He turned all three gangsters in the room into dolls!

"Jack..."

The old woman slumped to the ground, staring in disbelief at the unbelievable scene before her.

Jack turned around, veins bulging on the back of his hand, and grabbed his mother's arm.

"Mom, get up, let's go!"

Bang bang bang!

A sudden loud noise interrupted Jack's words.

A burst of gunfire erupted from outside the corridor.

Hearing the commotion inside, the gang members outside, disregarding whether any of their own men were still inside, began indiscriminately firing through the thin wooden door and walls.

Wood chips flew everywhere.

Large patches of plaster were peeling off the walls.

"Get down!"

Jack roared and desperately pulled his mother behind the sofa.

But he was a step too slow.

The reaction speed of ordinary people seems utterly laughable in the face of firearms.

puff!

A dull thud of flesh tearing rang in Jack's ears, and the old woman's body stiffened abruptly.

Blood stained the gray-white sweater on her chest.

"mom!"

Jack's eyes were bloodshot, his knees slammed heavily onto the floor, and he grabbed his mother, who had collapsed.

Warm blood gushed out wildly from between his fingers.

No matter how hard you try to cover it up, you can't hide it.

The gunfire outside the door continued.

Several stray bullets grazed Jack's shoulder and calf, spraying blood everywhere.

Jack screamed in pain and collapsed to the ground.

The excruciating pain spread throughout my body.

Jack then realized a fatal problem.

Although he possesses the terrifying power to turn people into toys, his body is still that of an ordinary person.

A single shot from the gangsters outside the door could easily kill him.

He turned his head sharply, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at the three dolls on the ground.

Two teddy bears and one bulldog.

"Go get the gun."

The three dolls were completely unable to disobey Jack's orders. With their stiff, short plastic legs, they wobbled as they picked up the Thompson submachine gun from the ground.

"Open the door! Kill them all!" Jack roared, looking up.

The bulldog plush toy kicked open the dilapidated wooden door.

The gangsters outside were stunned to see three plush toys rush out.

Da da da da!

All three submachine guns fired simultaneously.

The two gangsters in the front row were riddled with bullets and fell into pools of blood, screaming in agony.

"Fire! Smash them!"

The gangsters in the corridor launched a frenzied counterattack.

Bullets rained down on the doll.

Cotton lint and plastic fragments flew everywhere.

The teddy bear's arm was broken, and the bulldog's head was chopped off in half.

But they feel no pain, and they cannot stop charging.

As long as Jack's orders remain, they are tireless killing machines.

The screams and gunshots outside the door mingled together, turning the corridor into a living hell.

Jack didn't care about the battle situation outside at all.

He knelt amidst the mess, pressing his hands tightly against the bloody hole in his mother's chest.

"It's okay, Mom, it's okay..."

Jack mumbled incoherently, tears streaming down his face, mingling with the rain and mud.

"I'll take you to the hospital, we'll go to the hospital now!"

The old woman struggled to raise her hand, her blood-soaked palm touching Jack's cheek.

"Jack..."

The old woman's voice was extremely weak, accompanied by a hissing sound as air leaked from her lungs.

"Don't cry..."

"Mom's here, don't say anything, don't say anything!"

Jack shook his head frantically, veins bulging on the back of his hands, his hands gripping his mother's clothes tightly.

"Leave Gotham and live a good life..."

The old woman's gaze gradually became unfocused, but her hand remained stubbornly fixed on her son's face.

"Go somewhere...where you can be happy, somewhere that makes you...smile..."

Jack was trembling violently.

He was crying, crying his heart out.

But seeing his mother's pleading eyes, he forced himself to move his facial muscles.

His lips curled up in a strange way, forming a smile a hundred times uglier than crying.

"Okay... I'm laughing, Mom, look, I'm laughing..."

Jack burst into tears, but a twisted, grotesque smile remained on his face.

"It's all my fault, I've dragged you all down with me..."

The old woman looked at the smile on her son's face, and her fingers fell limply to her sides.

His last breath escaped.

The old lady slowly closed her eyes.

The room was completely silent.

The only sounds were the incessant torrential rain outside the window and the occasional convulsions of someone on the verge of death coming from the corridor.

Jack stood frozen in place, his stiff smile looking particularly eerie.

After a moment, he came to his senses, slowly put down his mother's body, and crawled on his hands and feet through the broken glass and blood.

He climbed over to the TV cabinet and nudged his father's shoulder.

The old man's forehead wound had stopped bleeding, and his body was already cold.

Jack didn't say anything, and continued crawling forward, looking at Jenny curled up in a pool of blood.

He reached out and brushed the sticky hair off his fiancée's face.

The face that once smiled so brightly at him was now completely bloodless.

All dead.

He obtained strength from that Eastern merchant and ran back at breakneck speed.

In the end, nothing changed.

Jack slumped onto the carpet, looking down at his hands, stained with the blood of his loved ones.

These hands can turn people into toys and erase the traces of their existence.

But he couldn't save the person he loved most.

"happy……"

Jack muttered to himself.

"Smile..."

His shoulders began to shrug.

A strange gurgling sound came from its throat.

At first the sound was very soft, but gradually it became louder and sharper.

"Haha...hahahaha!"

Jack threw his head back and burst into a hysterical laugh.

Laughter pierced the rainy night, echoing through the dilapidated apartment building.

He laughed so hard that tears streamed down his face, and he was so overwhelmed with laughter that he collapsed on the ground, unable to straighten up.

Jack, the cowardly, honest chemical plant engineer who only wanted a peaceful life, died on this night of torrential rain.

The one who crawled out from among the corpses and cotton wadding was a madman who had completely broken free of his shackles.

"Gotham..."

Jack stood up unsteadily.

"You stole my smile."