"Oh...it seems you are not as gentlemanly as I thought." Natasha was not at all shy about Mark's gaze. Instead, her expression showed that she was looking forward to the conditions Mark would offer.
Mark couldn't help swallowing his saliva. What a beauty! If his self-control was a little weaker, he would have fallen into the trap of this woman.
"My condition is very simple. I need the information you have." Mark said without any hesitation.
Natasha was slightly startled, then smiled and said softly: "It seems that I think too much. If it is just this, I can agree to it."
The other party agreed so easily that Mark was caught off guard. Of course, this was the best thing. With Natasha's information, he could save himself a lot of unnecessary trouble in the early stages.
After all, the superhero template only lasts seven days, and it is not easy for him to completely destroy a large organization like Black Mask. But if he can get the help of Black Widow, things will be a different story.
And Mark also believes that there is room for mutual benefit and assistance for both parties in this matter.
"He's yours." Mark lowered his chin and put down the gun in his hand.
Barnard's face suddenly turned darker. After all, he had been a black-faced little leader before, but now he had fallen to this point. But no matter what, he is a well-informed person. Mark's cruelty and Natasha's calmness are definitely not people he can afford to provoke.
"By the way, what are you going to do with those people?" Natasha put a hood and handcuffs on Bernard and looked at the upper-class dignitaries in the corner of the room.
Mark slapped his head and remembered that there were still these scums that had not been dealt with. He picked up the gun again and walked straight towards them.
Natasha frowned, looked at Mark in shock and said, "Wait a minute, are you planning to kill them too..."
"Well, they are not good people, so it's better for them to die." Mark nodded lightly, as if those people's lives were worthless like ants.
"Don't kill me, I'll give you as much money as you want!"
"Do you know who I am? If you dare to touch me, you will be doomed! Your family will not be able to escape either!"
"Please! I haven't done anything bad!"
Seeing Mark approaching like the god of death, the few people who had been silent just now became anxious, either threatening or begging for mercy.
Mark didn't say anything. The only response they got was the flickering light from the muzzle of the gun.
Natasha witnessed all this and became more curious and wary of Mark.
After exchanging contact information, Mark and Natasha left separately. At this time, the police officers arrived one after another.
Andrew rushed in first. The entire club was empty, with many corpses piled on the ground.
Everyone who saw this scene was shocked. Who did these blind guys like the black-faced man provoke?
Following the corpse all the way up, Andrew led the police officers to the room where the tragedy first occurred.
"How many people died?" Andrew frowned, and the more he looked at it, the more troubled he became. He could even imagine the headline on the front page of tomorrow's morning newspaper.
Apart from anything else, the police have suffered a complete loss of face, although their reputation was not good to begin with.
"Sheriff Andrew, come and take a look at these people! And these words seem to be the same as before!"
"Um?"
Andrew didn't bother to think and walked quickly to the innermost part of the room. The moment he saw the identities of the bodies clearly, his legs went limp and he almost fell to the ground.
These cold corpses, no matter which one, have a significant status in Gotham City!
Now that they are all dead here, isn't this going to put them at the center of public attention?
As for the writing on the wall behind him, he was very familiar with it. It was the same writing he had seen at the door of the police station before.
"This is just the beginning!"
Looking at the big bloody characters, Andrew suddenly felt dizzy and couldn't help but curse: "Who did these damn beasts like the black-faced man offend?"
About five minutes later, before they had finished disposing of the body, a large number of reporters came after hearing the news and rushed into the club.
Mark, who was standing on a roof not far away, watched all this. After an unknown amount of time, he disappeared silently into the night.
The next day, everyone in Gotham City knew what happened in the Black Jack Club last night.
The front page headlines of the newspapers were all about the Black Jack Club being massacred by a mysterious man, and the pictures on the pages were almost all of the bloody words left by Mark.
For the black-faced men, who are a cancer in the city, this kind of thing is of course welcomed by people. No matter in the streets or alleys, you can see countless citizens joining hands to celebrate.
Of course, there were also a lot of rotten eggs and spit in front of the Gotham City Police Department.
"System, open the contribution mall."
[Ding! The host has insufficient points, and only supports the D-level contribution mall! The redeemable items are as follows...
After last night's killing, Mark returned to his residence, ready to take a good look at the contribution mall of this system.
After all, I got a lot of contribution points last night. Compared with the three robbers before, this time the system is much more generous. One person has a full 2 contribution points.
Although he was prepared not to get anything good in exchange, Mark couldn't help but twitch his lips when he saw the items on the list.
"What the hell! Mark II battle suit design! Only 20 contribution points? Wolverine bone claws only need 30 points! Damn, there's even a shadow clone technique...
Looking at the dazzling array of products, although none of them were extremely powerful, Mark was still very happy. With this system, wouldn't he be able to do anything in the future?
After thinking it over for a while, Mark first spent 20 contribution points to exchange for the design of Mark II's battle suit, and then spent 30 contribution points to exchange for Colossus's tempered organizational ability.
Since we have to complete the main quest, exchanging the blueprints is the most effective and convenient way. As for Colossus's abilities, although they are only partial and cannot fully obtain all the abilities of a hero like a template, they are still very good for saving lives at this stage.
Homelander is powerful, but the defense of this trial version is still too weak. If I really encounter any heavy firepower, it will be quite dangerous.
The exchange was completed. Looking at his pitiful 5 points, Mark sighed. It seemed that he had killed too few last night. They were not enough for him to squander.
At this time, the phone on the table rang. Mark picked it up and saw that it was Natasha calling.
"Good morning. Did you sleep well last night?" Mark spoke first after answering the phone.
"Great, the information you requested has been sent to the encrypted email address I gave you. Don't forget our agreement!" Natasha's voice was a little lazy, and she sounded like she had just woken up.
After chatting for a few more words, Mark hung up the phone and opened the encrypted mailbox on his mobile phone. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart that Black Widow was indeed worthy of being an agent and her professional ability was absolutely solid.
After carefully browsing the information about the Black Mask Organization, Mark's smile gradually became brighter, and he murmured: "It seems that tonight should not be boring."