Becoming a Phantom Thief from the World of American Comics

"Black Mask, real name Roman Sionis, gang leader, founder of the Mask Society, mentally insane."

"Abilities: Top hand-to-hand combat, superb marksmanship, torture to extract confessions, and mind control."

"Evaluation: Madness has given Black Mask physical strength close to the peak of human beings and criminal talents far beyond ordinary people. He will become one of the underworld overlords that cannot be ignored."

"Black Mask's mind control ability comes from his ebony mask, which can invisibly affect human thinking. Only those with a strong will can avoid this influence."

After activating the Eye of True Seeing, Dean instantly learned the general information about Black Mask.

To his surprise, this black mask actually had super powers!

Moreover, it is a mental ability that is invisible, intangible, and extremely troublesome to deal with.

No wonder so many vicious and lawless criminals in Black Gate Prison are willing to hang out with Black Mask. In addition to the same interests, I am afraid that this ability also takes a lot of credit.

"Black Mask's mask seems to be made from his father's coffin, right? What kind of ghost wood is this that can actually affect the human spirit?"

For a moment, Dean wanted to ask Black Mask where he bought his father's coffin. He also wanted to buy one.

Oh, don't go to so much trouble, just tell him what kind of wood the coffin is made of, and he will do the hard work and cut it himself.

"It feels a bit tricky..."

Dean thought.

Black Mask's other abilities don't matter, but this mental control makes Dean unsure of how to deal with it.

Although the information seen by the Eye of True Seeing shows that as long as the will is strong enough, one can ignore Black Mask's mental control, but this "strong will" statement is a bit too ambiguous.

Does it require a strong willpower like Batman's, or is it enough to have a strong will within the scope of a normal person?

There is no big reason. Dean instinctively feels that in this world, the former is probably more likely to match.

"Well... just to be on the safe side, let's change to a disposable spiritual amulet first."

After thinking about it, Dean decided to increase his error tolerance and give Black Mask a small system shock.

Spiritual protection items are really not cheap. Even a spiritual talisman that can only be used once requires 1,500 points of exclamation points.

This amulet is also automatically triggered. It can sense the mental control released by the outside world on the wearer, and then it will open an invisible halo to protect the wearer, and will ignore any form of mental control for the next thirty seconds.

Once the aura is formed, the talisman will be completely damaged beyond repair.

It's not that Dean must rely on the talisman to deal with Black Mask, it's just a safety measure as a last resort.

After all, no one can predict the future situation. If Dean is mind-controlled, he may not even have a chance to open the system.

Facing Black Mask, who has reached the extreme level of madness at this time, Dean must not expose any flaws, otherwise he will be dead.

Wearing the spiritual amulet around his neck and covering it with clothes, Dean's figure escaped into the darkness.

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Just as the whole Gotham was attracted by the big riot.

In the Diamond District, which is relatively peaceful at the moment, in the Iceberg Club.

Several leaders of the Penguin who stayed to guard the base camp gathered in the conference room, and the atmosphere was a bit delicate.

I saw Ogilvy standing next to Penguin's position, holding an umbrella in his hand, the style was exactly the same as the one commonly used by Penguin.

His attire at this time was also very different from usual. He was wearing a clean high-end suit with a mink coat on top, his hair was combed into a bun, and he also wore a black monocle.

It looks like...a tall and thin version of Penguin.

Ogilvie's outfit was indeed a bit subtle, which made several other Penguin gang leaders frown and their eyes became wary.

"What do you mean, Ogilvie?"

One of the leaders couldn't hold back his emotions and asked Ogilvie in a bad tone.

"Didn't you just say that we wanted to discuss our next plan when the boss was away, so let us come to the meeting room? You made us wait so long before showing up to change your clothes. What do you want to do? "

"What do I want to do?"

Ogilvie raised his eyebrows, smiled slightly and said, "Like I said, I want to discuss the next plan with you."

"Why do you go out of your way to change your clothes and still look so...the boss?"

The leader continued to ask.

Ogilvie pondered for a moment, then said: "That's a good question."

He put on a serious expression, and said, "Everyone, Roman Sionis has gone mad, and Black Mask's crazy behavior has caused riots that have spread throughout Gotham."

"You have lived in this city for so many years. Don't you know how dangerous Gotham was during the riots?"

"Now, our boss personally led the troops to fight with the black mask. If something happens...such as being hit in the head by a bullet flying from nowhere..."

At this point, Ogilvie sighed.

"Then who should inherit this huge Penguin Gang and this extremely luxurious Iceberg Club?"

At this moment, Ogilvy showed a smile that belonged to him, opened his hands and said, "Of course it's my personal secretary who planned everything for him!"

"I will inherit the name of the boss and become the new penguin of this city... No, in order to thank the boss for promoting and cultivating me, I will go one step further and truly control this city!"

"Not some uncrowned underground king, but the true King of Gotham!"

"I will be - Emperor Penguin!"

boom!

As soon as Ogilvie finished speaking, several leaders in the conference room slammed the table angrily and stood up.

The one who first attacked Ogilvie even pulled out his gun.

"Ogilvy, you are trying to betray the boss!"

"Don't say it so harshly. I have worked hard for my boss these years. I have done all the dirty work and I have never complained. Now I am just worried about the future of the Penguin Gang. How can I call it betrayal?"

Ogilvie waved his hand and said.

Obviously, the dog wouldn't believe what he said.

"Hmph! Ogilvy, I guess you want to bring us together to betray the boss, but unfortunately you made the wrong calculation."

The gun-wielding leader snorted coldly, "You should never say such a thing when we are in the same conference room, because you will die under my gun in the next second. .”

With that said, he was about to pull the trigger.

boom!

Gunshots were fired.

It was not Ogilvie who was shot, but the leader.

At the last second before his death, he thought he could shoot Ogilvie. Little did he know that since the latter dared to show his ambition in front of the Penguin Gang leaders, he must have something to rely on.

Ogilvy clapped his hands, and a burst of footsteps sounded.

Immediately afterwards, a dozen gunmen appeared in the conference room and pointed their guns at the remaining leaders.

"I forgot to tell you that at this moment, the Iceberg Club is all my people."

Ogilvie said calmly.

"Do you think seizing power is so easy? The boss won't let you go!"

When the other leaders saw the tragic death of the leader just now, they immediately did not dare to act rashly, but they did not immediately surrender to Ogilvy, but instead brought out the Penguin to warn him.

"Huh huh huh~"

Unexpectedly, when Ogilvie heard that they were moving out the Penguin, instead of being afraid, Ogilvie sneered.

"As I said just now, Gotham is very dangerous tonight. Even the Penguin would not be surprised if he died in a fierce firefight."

Ogilvie no longer hides his ambitions and doesn't even call Penguin boss.

"Penguin is old. Even the fierceness that he used to fight his way up from the bottom without fear of life and death has disappeared. When you see Batman, he doesn't even dare to fart. Is this the boss you regard as a god?"

Ogilvie said disdainfully.

"The reason why I tell you this is because I think your abilities still have some merit. It would be a pity to let that old penguin rot and be eliminated by the times."

"Follow me, and I will give you countless wealth and power beyond your imagination!"

Ogilvie offered an olive branch to the Penguin gang leaders.

Only two relatively younger leaders nodded and accepted Ogilvie's recruitment.

The remaining three or four leaders looked at Ogilvy expressionlessly and said their last words in unison.

"Ogilvy, you will regret it if you betray your boss's trust."

With a few gunshots, the leaders who were unwilling to cooperate died under Ogilvie's gun.

"This is my first time using Umbrella's laser gun. It's very powerful."

Ogilvie blew the hot air from the tip of his umbrella and said with satisfaction.

"Now, what do we do, Mr. Ogilvie?"

The two surrendered leaders asked tremblingly.

"Mr. Ogilvie?"

"Oh no, boss, it's the boss!"

Ogilvie nodded, then said with a mysterious smile: "Next, let the terror spread throughout the city."

"What does it mean?"

The two little bosses looked at each other and asked in confusion.

"I've been planning this day for a long time, and I didn't expect a black mask to show up out of nowhere."

Ogilvie did not answer the questions of the two new men, but said something that made people even more confused.

"Black Mask started a riot in Gotham, creating the best opportunity for my plan."

At this moment, Ogilvie changed the topic.

"You two, I have a task to give you now."

The two of them cheered up. They were assigned tasks just after joining the gang?

Did Ogilvie trust them that much? Or does he really value their abilities that much?

I worked exhaustingly under the Penguins, and worked hard for many years before becoming a mediocre boss. When I first joined, it was difficult to get a job, and no one paid attention to them at all.

Now Ogilvie actually assigned tasks to the two of them personally?

Suddenly, the shame of betraying Penguin and joining Ogilvie seemed to disappear.

However, the next second, Ogilvie's words made the two of them feel like they had fallen into an ice cellar, and they wished they could die on the spot.

"I need you two to send a message to that old penguin, let him know what just happened, and then tell him that I will take his place soon. Gotham doesn't need two penguins!"

Meanwhile, in the woods at Robinson Park.

Black Mask led hundreds of thugs from the Masked Society to search along the Finger River, trying to find traces of Bruce Wayne's previous stay here.

In order to find someone, of course it is impossible for hundreds of people to gather together.

They spread out, with a distance of more than ten meters between people, and spread out bit by bit, trying to find Bruce's whereabouts in as wide a range as possible.

"Hey! Come over here, I found Bruce Wayne's live broadcast venue!"

Suddenly, a shout came from not far away.

A joyful look flashed in Black Mask's eyes, and he quickly rushed to the source of the sound, followed by a dozen of his men.

The rest of the men heard the sound and rushed there, but the overall position of the personnel was too scattered, and it would take time to reunite.

Not long after walking, Black Mask came to the place where the sound came from. Looking at the surrounding trees, it was vaguely similar to the background of Bruce Wayne's live broadcast.

Of course, the appearance of the woods is not much different no matter where you look, which is not enough to prove that this is the place where Bruce broadcast the live broadcast.

What really proves this is that there are more than a dozen cameras placed in the middle of the woods, and there are many things that are completely unclear at first glance and what they are used for, but they somehow know that they are live broadcast equipment.

The total amount of these equipment is staggering, almost comparable to a small studio.

Less than thirty meters away from here is the confluence of the upper and lower reaches of the Finger River, which happens to be the area where the river is rushing. If you listen carefully, the sound of water flow is obvious.

This is exactly what happened when Bruce was live not long ago.

At this time, a man wearing a white skull mask was standing in front of the live broadcast equipment, speaking excitedly to the black mask.

"Boss, this must be the venue for Bruce Wayne's live broadcast. He can't run far. If you look outside from here, you should be able to find him soon."

"Good observation. What's your name?"

The Mask Club has only been established for a few hours. No matter how good his memory is, Black Mask cannot remember the identities and appearances of the hundreds of people under his command. Only those with outstanding performance will go out of their way to remember them.

"My name is Shakibal Chedan, the boss."

The man in the white skull mask replied respectfully.

"I'm not asking for your name, but who you really are."

Black Mask frowned, not satisfied with this subordinate's answer.

"Listen, the mask gives us power. It awakens the soul hidden deep in our hearts. Your mask is your truest face."

Black Mask looked around, said to the men behind him, and then turned back to Shakibar.

"I understand, boss, my true self is the White Skull."

(Although there is only one update today, the number of words is equivalent to the previous two chapters, mainly because today’s two chapters are not easy to separate)