Becoming a Phantom Thief from the World of American Comics

"What? Where is he?"

Black Mask heard the voice of White Skull and asked looking around.

"There! I just saw a figure running over there!"

The white skull pointed at a thick tree not far away and shouted.

"Split up and outflank."

Black Mask winked at White Skull, who immediately understood.

The two of them separated, one to the left and the other to the right, and walked around the big tree from two directions.

However, there was nothing behind the big tree.

Not to mention human figures, not even a single footprint was seen.

"This shouldn't be the case! I...I did see someone hiding here just now, boss, what I said is true."

White Skull said with disbelief on his face.

"Did I see it wrong? But that figure looks very real..."

Black Mask ignored his subordinate's self-doubt and observed nearby with an expressionless expression.

"Oh, I must be too nervous and hallucinating. Boss, let's continue looking for-"

White Skull sighed, and just when he was about to tell Black Mask to leave here, the latter suddenly pointed in a certain direction.

"Look at that!"

The white skull looked stunned, and then looked in the direction pointed by the black mask.

About thirty meters away, I saw a black shadow moving rapidly, constantly going back and forth between trees.

The black shadow was very fast and his movements were so light that he could barely hear any footsteps.

In such a dense forest, the field of vision is already limited, and it is late at night, so the visual range is even smaller.

If you don't open your eyes and look carefully, you may not be able to spot this black shadow.

"It turns out he ran there, and I said I was right! Could that be Bruce Wayne?"

White Skull asked in surprise.

"Follow me!"

Black Mask spoke concisely and concisely.

The two of them quickly chased after the black shadow.

The white skull ran very actively in front, while the black mask looked down at the ground from time to time, showing a meaningful expression.

Black Shadow seemed to feel the pursuit of the two men, and his speed suddenly increased, so fast that Black Mask and the two almost lost him.

"Isn't a billionaire like Bruce Wayne supposed to be very weak? Why does he run so fast?"

White Skull gasped.

A tense and exciting chase began. The White Skull, who was running very far ahead, was gradually overtaken by the Black Mask and lost a few positions.

However, judging from the appearance of the black shadow, although he was very fast just now, his endurance seemed to have reached its limit. After a brief burst, the gap between the two men began to become shorter and shorter.

"Boss, look! He seems to be tired from running, and his speed has slowed down a lot!"

Not long after, the white skull pointed at the approaching black shadow in front and shouted.

Black Mask said nothing and chased silently.

At this moment, the black figure fleeing in front suddenly staggered and fell to the ground as if he had tripped over something.

"Hahaha! He fell down! Even God comes and can't save him now!"

White Skeleton laughed happily, and with this excitement, his speed actually became faster.

Following closely behind Black Mask.

As the distance grew closer, the shadow's features began to become clearer.

It was a man wearing a high-end suit. Although the clothes were stained with dirt, they still could not hide the top quality of the fabric.

The man was tall and well-proportioned. He looked almost 1.9 meters tall.

All the above signs are consistent with the characteristics of Bruce Wayne.

Before he could get up from the ground, Black Mask and the two men had already completely caught up with him, surrounding him one after the other.

Looking closer, isn't this man's face that of Bruce Wayne?

"You win, Roman, you got me."

When Bruce saw this, he probably knew that he couldn't escape, so he stopped getting up and just kept lying on the ground.

"What do you want to do, Roman? Kill me? Or torture me?"

"snort!"

Black Mask snorted and stared at Bruce on the ground without speaking.

The look in his eyes was a little strange, and there was no trace of the excitement of seeing his enemy, nor the excitement of being about to kill him.

Some are just extreme coldness and... a trace of suspicion.

Black Mask took out a pistol from his arms, stepped forward, and put the muzzle of the gun to Bruce's head.

"Oh no!"

The moment Black Mask's gun was pressed against Bruce's head, a cry of surprise came.

That was not Bruce's voice, nor was it shouted by Black Mask or White Skeleton, but by the journalists who were watching the live broadcast.

"Is Bruce going to die? Is Black Mask going to kill Bruce?"

People in the media thought with trepidation.

"Where's Batman? Where is Batman? Please help!"

Although the death of the head of the Wayne family was destined to be sensational news, no one in the media was excited about it.

They just feel scared.

Bruce's death will have a far greater impact than the death of Thomas Wayne and his wife, because the Waynes at least have Bruce as their orthodox heir, but Bruce only has an adopted son who is not related by blood...

What will happen to Wayne Group if Bruce dies? What will become of Gotham?

I can’t even imagine it!

On the other side, Robinson Park, deep in the forest.

Black Mask held the gun to Bruce's forehead and put his index finger on the trigger.

"Boss, you are so amazing. How did you know Bruce Wayne would take this path?"

Beside him, the white skull said to the black mask in amazement.

"How long are you going to keep pretending?"

Black Mask said coldly.

"Pretending? Boss, do you mean that Bruce Wayne's current embarrassment is just an act? Could it be that he has an ambush nearby!"

Upon hearing this, White Skull quickly became vigilant and carefully examined the surrounding environment.

"I'm talking about you, White Skull."

Black Mask said slowly, moving the gun from Bruce's forehead and pointing it at the White Skull.

"You are not a member of the Mask Club, who are you?"

"This, this, this...boss, you must be kidding me, right?"

White Skull laughed dryly.

"I must say, your simulation doll is very well made. I almost thought he was the real Bruce Wayne."

Black Mask kicked Bruce hard, and the latter immediately rolled back under the force.

Strangely, Bruce didn't make any sound at all, as if he couldn't feel the pain.

"Are you trying to say you don't know what's going on with this doll, White Skull?"

Black Mask's muzzle was always pointed at the White Skull, and he asked coldly.

"I guess you think I won't remember everyone in the Masked Club, because this organization was just established today. You are right. I do not remember the names of every one of my subordinates, but you overlooked one thing... …”

"Who provided the Mask Club with hundreds of different masks?"

The white skull's face froze, and his expression instantly became calm.

"I see, I didn't expect that you have so many masks in your personal collection, and you still clearly remember the appearance of each mask. I thought which store the masks of the Black Gate prisoners were robbed from. "

"You don't feel like Bruce at all to me. Who are you?"

The black mask stared at the white skull and asked.

(At the request of most book friends, I deleted the leave request note. It is definitely not because of embarrassment, but mainly because I am afraid that later readers will see the leave request letter and cause misunderstanding)