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

"I called the police when I was in danger."

Jack, leaning on a rusty steel pipe, limped over to the bearded man.

"Just two hours ago, when those three thugs broke down my front door, I called the Gotham Police Department."

Jack's bloodshot smile looked extremely horrifying in the dim light.

He tilted his head, looking at the men in police raincoats in front of him.

"The operator told me the patrol car would arrive in five minutes."

Jack suddenly bent down and leaned close to the bearded man, their noses almost touching.

"But I waited for a full twenty minutes."

"My mother was shot through the chest by a stray bullet, and my fiancée died in a pool of blood."

"Guess where that damn patrol car went?"

With a gun pointed at his head, the bearded man trembled with fear, cold sweat mingling with the rain.

"I...we're on duty in the South District tonight...Boss Falcone said there's a riot there..."

"riot?"

Jack tilted his head back and let out a piercing, maniacal laugh.

"So Falcone is your director after all!"

Jack abruptly stopped laughing and looked at Cobblestone, who was hiding behind him, with a playful expression.

"Hey penguin bro, wanna come up here and give me a couple of punches?"

Copport froze, his cheeks twitching.

"What? You want to be the King of Gotham, but you don't even have the guts?"

Jack's tone was seductive as he gestured for them to proceed.

"Let out all the anger you suffered at Falcone's place, and all the grievances you felt from having to act like a coward in front of these corrupt cops."

Cobb swallowed hard, glanced at the two nutcrackers on the ground, and then at Jack's crazed face.

He had no choice.

Cobbler gritted his teeth and stepped forward, gripping the handle of the black umbrella tightly with both hands.

"You bunch of scum who take bribes! You've been taking plenty of kickbacks from me!"

Copeport grew angrier the more he thought about it, and the fear and anger that had been building up over the years finally erupted at this moment.

He swung the black umbrella and smashed it down hard on the head of the bearded, tall, thin man.

boom! boom! boom!

The dull knocking echoed in the corridor.

The four corrupt police officers were pinned against the wall by the thugs around them, unable to fight back and only able to scream in agony.

Kobot was panting heavily, his tuxedo in disarray, but his eyes grew increasingly fierce.

He even found the feeling of controlling other people's lives and deaths to be wonderful.

"Boring."

Jack yawned and reached out to stop Copport from throwing the black umbrella down.

"Physical suffering is too brief and insufficient to cleanse them of their sins."

Jack threw away the steel pipe in his hand, opened his arms, and walked step by step toward the four corrupt policemen who had been beaten black eyes and swollen faces.

"What are you trying to do!"

The tall, thin man screamed in terror and struggled desperately.

Without a word, Jack swiftly placed his hands on the shoulders of the tall, thin man and the other two corrupt cops.

Pop! Pop! Pop!

Three plumes of white smoke exploded in the dimly lit corridor.

The smoke dissipated.

The three living people who were just cursing loudly vanished into thin air.

Three plastic dolls dressed in miniature police uniforms and wearing peaked caps appeared on the ground.

They held toy police batons in their hands, and their facial expressions were exaggerated and comical.

The audience was silent.

The black umbrella in Copport's hand clattered to the ground.

The gangsters around them, all holding guns, stared wide-eyed.

A living person, turned into a toy just like that?

The bearded man collapsed in the puddles, his crotch soaked.

He watched as three people around him turned into plastic lumps, and this irrational fear shattered his psychological defenses.

"Don't kill me! Please don't kill me!"

The bearded man kowtowed desperately, his forehead slamming against the concrete floor with loud thuds, blood streaming down his face.

"I'm willing to turn over a new leaf! I'll never take dirty money again! I'll give you all of Falcone's money!"

Jack crouched down, a wildly enthusiastic smile spreading across his face.

"Repent and start anew? What a wonderful phrase."

Jack reached out and patted the blood-soaked cheek of the bearded man.

"Since you want to atone for your sins, then bring all your corrupt associates from the police station to the chemical plant."

The bearded man trembled and looked up in terror.

"Call them here? This..."

"You want to refuse?" Jack's fingers slid down the bearded man's cheek and stopped at his throat.

"I'll call them right now! I'll call them immediately!"

The bearded man was terrified. He frantically pulled his phone out of his raincoat pocket and dialed a number with trembling hands.

beep...beep...

The call was connected.

"Feed? Ma Wen?"

"Have you got everything sorted out on your end? Did you receive Falcone's allowance?"

A lazy voice came from the other end of the phone.

Jack crouched down beside him, staring at the bearded man with amusement, his knuckles tapping lightly on his knees.

The bearded man swallowed hard, his voice trembling violently.

"We got it... but Penguin said that Boss Falcone was in a good mood today and gave us a large sum of money, so we brothers should come and share it..."

"They gave us a huge amount more? Has that old miser Falcone changed his ways?" The person on the other end of the phone was clearly excited.

"Bring your men over here right now. I'll be waiting for you at the back gate of the chemical plant."

The bearded man finished speaking through gritted teeth and quickly hung up the phone.

He looked up at Jack with a fawning expression.

"I finished fighting, and they immediately brought over with about twenty men..."

Before the bearded man could finish speaking, Jack's large hand was already on his head.

"Well done, officer."

Boo!

The last plume of white smoke exploded.

The bearded man's words abruptly stopped, leaving only a large police doll in the spot, holding a plastic walkie-talkie.

Jack stood up and dusted off his hands.

He looked at the four police dolls lined up on the ground and nodded in satisfaction.

"Listen up, my little darlings."

Jack bent down and gave instructions to the dolls.

"From this day forward, you will dedicate your lives to upholding justice and peace in this city."

"Go and arrest all those scum who took bribes!"

The four police dolls made a crisp plastic sound and gave a uniform salute.

"Yes, sir!"

The mechanical electronic sounds echoed in the empty corridor, sounding utterly absurd.

Copeland felt a chill run down his spine as he watched this scene.

He now fully understood that the man with the blood-red smiley face in front of him was not a magician at all.

He's a complete madman! A demon!

"Alright, Penguin buddy, it's time to discuss how to make you...

Before Jack could finish speaking, something unexpected happened!

Whoosh!

An extremely sharp whistling sound tore through the air, shattering the deathly silence of the chemical plant.

The speed was extremely fast!

In the darkness, a black cross-shaped dart flew straight toward Jack's face.

Jack seemed to sense something and quickly dodged to the side.

A black dart grazed his cheek, leaving a trail of blood.

puff!

"what!"

The 300-pound fat thug standing behind Jack didn't have time to react.

The dart pierced his right shoulder, and blood spurted out.

The fat man screamed and fell heavily to the ground, his shotgun flying a great distance.

Chaos erupted throughout the venue.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Frightened, Cobb retreated and hid behind a rusty metal barrel.

Several gang thugs immediately raised their guns and opened fire wildly into the darkness at the end of the corridor.

Da da da da!

Flames spewed out, and bullets struck the wall, sending up large amounts of sparks.

There was no response in the darkness.

boom!

The huge skylight glass on the top of the factory building shattered with a crash.

Countless shards of glass, mixed with the torrential rain, fell from the sky, crashing into the puddles with a crackling sound.

A tall figure shrouded in a black cloak landed amidst thunder and lightning.

The armor was pure black, with a bat emblem with outstretched wings printed on the chest.

The two sharp ears on the helmet pointed straight to the sky, and the white goggles emitted a cold light in the darkness.

Underworld of Gotham.

batman.

He really came.

The gangsters around them were so frightened that they could barely hold their guns, and their legs went weak.

In Gotham's underworld, the name Batman is the most terrifying nightmare.

Batman ignored the henchmen; his goggles were fixed on Jack, who was getting up from the ground.

Jack patted the mud off his clothes and straightened up.

Looking at the tall, imposing black figure before him, he felt no fear whatsoever; instead, he trembled with excitement.

"Hahaha! Hahahaha!"

Jack let out a shrill, maniacal laugh, bending over with laughter, tears welling up in his eyes.

He suddenly straightened up, spreading his arms wide to the sides in an extremely exaggerated hugging gesture.

Welcome!

Jack's voice echoed through the empty factory, filled with boundless fervor.

"Gotham's main character has finally taken the stage!"