Everything happened so fast, in a flash, the whole room was in chaos.
Those upper-class dignitaries lay under the table, not daring to show their heads. They frantically took out their phones, some calling the police, some asking for help.
Barnard was sweating all over, but he didn't know that while he was stunned, Mark was already standing behind him.
Mark picked up the wine bottle beside him and smashed it hard on Bernard's head. Blood gushed out like a fountain and poured onto the card table in front of him.
Bernard fainted instantly after being hit hard. Seeing this, his men who rushed in from outside the door became red-eyed and pointed their guns at Mark.
Mark sneered, his eyes glowed red, and two red lasers shot out from his eye sockets, and the high-temperature rays instantly engulfed those men!
The few people who rushed to the front were directly pierced by the rays, and the big holes in their chests looked so shocking!
With the Homelander template, his strength has already surpassed that before. How can he be controlled by these little minions?
Guns, I'm sorry, in an environment like the Marvel Universe and the DC Universe, ordinary guns are the most useless things.
The sound of gunfire, screams, and shouts resounded throughout the Black Jack Club, and people rushed to the exits below in panic, with some flesh-colored scenes among them.
The club here is just a branch of the Black Mask Organization. It does not have too many armed forces, with only dozens of security guards carrying pistols.
But for ordinary people, these can be regarded as iron barriers. What's more, this is Black Face's territory, and no one dares to provoke him.
From the petty thieves at the bottom to those who move between black and white, the power of the Black Mask in Gotham City has long been deeply rooted.
Due to the weakening effect of the template, the energy of the ray was gradually exhausted. Mark rolled over without haste, picked up the pistol from the corpse on the ground, strode to the corridor outside, and continued the killing tonight!
At this moment, the Gotham City Police Department's phone was bombarded with calls, with countless calls indicating that a gunfight was taking place at the Black Jack Club.
Andrew kept smoking in the police car, with veins bulging on his head. The previous incident had already caused quite an impact, and he didn't expect that something big would happen in those guys' territory tonight.
"It's terrible, Sheriff Andrew, the citizens have all come to the streets! Our car can't get through at all!" The police officer driving the car looked at the congested vehicles and crowds on the street, his face full of anxiety.
When they saw the police car, the kind and simple citizens of Gotham immediately booed and made international friendly gestures on their hands to cheer them up.
Andrew was so angry that he put out the cigarette in his hand and slammed the car window: "Why are you still sitting there? Why don't you get out of the car? If we continue to wait here, we won't be able to get through here until after Christmas!"
Then, he slammed open the car door and walked towards the Black Jack Club with a depressed look on his face, followed by the rest of the police officers.
At the club, Mark had completely massacred all the subordinates in the club. His windbreaker was covered in blood, although not a single drop was his own.
After closing the door, Mark walked past the corpses. Now, except for this room, there was no living creature left in the entire club.
Those upper-class dignitaries who had been enjoying themselves at the card table before were now huddled in a corner of the room, their eyes dull and dazed.
Barnard, who had fainted just now, rubbed his head and opened his eyes with difficulty. The scene in front of him was undoubtedly a purgatory on earth.
"What do you think? Am I right? This is not a declaration of war, it is destruction!" Mark pulled a chair and sat in front of Bernard.
Barnard looked at the murderous strange man in front of him and brainstormed rapidly in his mind, but he couldn't remember when they had offended such a number one figure.
"Who are you? We should have no grudges against each other, right? If it's for money, I can give you double it!" After thinking fruitlessly, Bernard had to say tentatively.
Mark shook his head helplessly. In the minds of these guys, do they think everything can be solved with money?
"I'm sorry, I'm afraid this can't go as you want, but I still choose to grant you the last mercy." Mark grinned and raised the pistol in his hand.
"Wait! You can't kill him now!" Just as Mark was about to pull the trigger, the girl who had been curled up beside him suddenly stood up and stopped him.
Mark was a little confused. Could this be the so-called Stockholm syndrome? He had been bullied like this, and he still couldn't bear to see him die?
But now, when Mark carefully examined the girl, he suddenly discovered that the feeling she gave him was completely different from before.
If she was a helpless and pitiful little girl before, she now gave people the feeling of a shrewd and capable agent. It can even be said that she has a dangerous yet charming beauty.
The deep dark red hair, the mysterious and moving eyes like sapphires, and the calm heroism and sharpness between the eyebrows were all fully revealed at this moment.
Moreover, this woman seemed to be too beautiful. No wonder Bernard kept her by his side on purpose. There was a reason for this.
In addition to her exquisite facial features that look like models, her noble temperament and tall figure are also a beauty that no man can resist.
"Beauty, I'm curious, who are you?" Mark asked in a deep voice.
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Natasha Romanlev, and I'm an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D." Natasha tidied her messy hair, and her every move showed elegance.
Natasha...Romanlev! Could she be the Black Widow?
Mark looked at the beautiful woman in front of him. This kind of thing was indeed something she could do.
"Okay, then can you give me a reason not to kill him?" Mark played with the gun in his hand, obviously still having no intention of putting it down.
He knew very well that since two different cosmic worldviews were blended together, many things were not as simple as he had imagined.
Bernard had just closed his eyes, ready to accept his own death, but this sudden scene made him a little dazed.
"Hey, what's going on? Are you playing tricks on me..." Bernard couldn't help but complain, but before he could finish his words, he was slapped by Natasha.
"There is no place for you to talk here!" Natasha said coldly.
Bernard covered his face and dared not say anything, but his terribly dark eyes expressed his anger all the time.
Natasha ignored the guy and then expressionlessly took a piece of clothing from the corpse on the ground and put it on her somewhat exposed body. She turned around and looked at Mark seriously: "I'm sorry, Barnard has the information we want, so we can't kill him now."
Mark nodded. It is not difficult to imagine. I am afraid that behind Barnard, there is more than just the Black Mask organization involved.
"I can give him to you, but I have a condition." Mark looked up and down at Natasha's seductive body and said with a smile.