Amid the continuous news bombardment in recent days, the Black-Faced People are also in a panic.
Many of the gangsters who had joined the organization in the past have cut ties with the Black-Faced Man.At this critical juncture, anyone who still dares to continue to claim that he is a member of the Black Face Man can only be said to be courting death.
Those small minions who have done bad things, even if they are just unknown people at the bottom of the organization, are worried all day long. In order to save their lives, many of them even grit their teeth and turn themselves in to the police station to seek asylum.
Mark's swift and ruthless style undoubtedly dealt a heavy blow to the authority and status of their organization overnight.
Inside the Gotham City Police Department, Sheriff Andrew rubbed his dark circles under his eyes. He did not sleep the whole night last night, but he knew very well that this matter was far from over.
The politicians in City Hall kept putting pressure on them, forcing him to take it seriously.
It's not a big deal if those black-faced people's trash died, but it happened to affect a few unlucky guys who went to have fun.
Looking through the photos of the scene, Andrew almost vomited out his breakfast. The most tragic ones were either pierced through the chest or divided into several pieces.
Those who were slightly better were shot to death, and the muzzles of the guns were almost all concentrated on their foreheads, with a difference of just millimeters.
"Is it really possible that he did it..." Andrew took a deep breath and picked up another photo on the messy table.
The person in the photo is Mark, and attached to the side is all the information and background about him.
The police in Gotham were not all incompetent. They quickly found Mark's convenience store, and all the fingers were pointed at him.
But as a senior police officer, Andrew could never figure out that such a battle would be done by an ordinary man named Mark.Moreover, what can be found about Mark's personal background seems to be pitifully little.
"Sheriff Andrew, can I come in?" While he was thinking, there was a knock on the door.
Upon hearing this, Andrew immediately put down the documents and photos in his hands, quickly tidied up his clothes, and then stood up to open the door to greet him: "Deputy Director Perth, you are looking for me?"
The man who came was a middle-aged man in his forties. The police badge on his body and the temperament he exuded were obviously more than one level higher than Andrew.
Perth glanced into the office and said softly, "Let's go in and talk."
Andrew understood and closed the door, gave his seat to Perth, and pulled up another chair to sit down.
Perth looked at the photos on the table, gently picked up one of them, looked deeply at Mark on it, and said: "Have you checked his background?"
"Deputy Director Perth, apart from what was submitted to you before, we can't find any additional information for the time being. His convenience store was also sold at a low price in the past few days, and we haven't found his whereabouts." Andrew replied with a wry smile.
And this was what made him suspicious. A guy who stayed in the slums peacefully for so long should have been investigated clearly long ago.
But no matter how hard they racked their brains and investigated from various channels, Mark was like an uninvited guest who suddenly appeared, insignificant yet mysterious.
"Keep looking, and make sure to find him. Even if he didn't do it, he's probably involved!" Perth's tone became serious, and then he put Mark's photo in his pocket, stood up, pushed the door open and left.
"I understand." Andrew swallowed, and after a brief pause, he picked up the phone and started giving orders.
After Perth left, he changed his uniform and went straight out to the underground parking lot not far away.
There was a black Chevrolet Suburban parked there. Perth lit a cigarette and opened the back door.
In addition to the driver wearing sunglasses, there was another person sitting in the back seat, who was Hopkins, who had met Barnard before.
Seeing Perth getting on the car, Hopkins put down the newspaper in his hand and said, "Boss, have you found out about this matter? Who did it?"
"Go find this person, it should be him." Perth took out the photo from his pocket expressionlessly and handed it to Hopkins.
After looking at the photo for a long time, the expression on Hopkins' face became more and more interesting. Just as he was about to say something, Perth interrupted him.
"I know what you want to say. Just check it out. Often the cleaner the background, the more mysterious it is."
Hopkins nodded silently. Yes, who could believe that the deputy chief of the Gotham City Police Department was actually the leader of the Black Masks?
"Also, we can't be sure that Bernard is dead yet. Just to be safe, you know what to do, right?" Perth took a deep puff of cigarette and added coldly.
Hopkins' expression also became solemn. He nodded, then quietly got out of the car and left.
Afterwards, the Chevrolet drove out of the garage and soon arrived at a villa in the suburbs. This luxurious villa, which was securely guarded from the bottom of the mountain, was not only the private property in Perth's hands, but also the secret lair of the Black Face organization.
On the other side, Mark was counting the time, waiting for the night to fall.
If it weren't for Natasha's information, he wouldn't have thought that the story behind this matter would be so interesting.
"Haha, no wonder. This is Gotham, and there is such a big fish hiding even in the police station." Even Mark couldn't help but sigh when he thought of this.
But, the place where Batman and the Joker were born is destined to be turbulent.
The night soon arrived as expected, and Mark successfully found Perth's villa based on the location of the intelligence.
Looking at this luxurious and noble castle-like building from afar, Mark couldn't help but curse in his heart.
This is really duplicitous. That old guy from Perth is pretty good at hiding it.
He acted like a decent gentleman in the police station during the day, but behaved like a devil when he returned to the villa at night.
"It doesn't matter. Anyway, I must have a good time hunting tonight!" Mark shook his head, a flash of scarlet flashing in his eyes.
This is not cruelty or bloodthirstiness, but just enthusiasm for the contribution points that are about to be obtained.
Besides, judging by the bad things these people have done, it wouldn't be too much even if they died a hundred times, so Mark just regarded it as a good deed and there was no problem.
"Dudududu!"
The phone in Mark's pocket vibrated slightly. He took it out and saw that it was a text message from Natasha.
The content of the text message is short, but very concise and clear.
"The action begins!"
Mark put away his cell phone, lowered the hat on his head, and walked straight up the mountain. His light steps were no different from coming home from get off work.
But before he could take a few steps, several men in black suits rushed out from the woods on both sides.
"Who are you! This is private land, no outsiders are allowed to enter!" The leading man raised the rifle in his hand and shouted at Mark.
Mark laughed instead of getting angry, and did not stop walking. He said faintly: "Sorry, I won't pretend anymore. The person you are looking for is me!"
"He is the madman we are looking for! Shoot!" Several people reacted suddenly and were about to pull the trigger.
But long before they fired, Mark had loaded the steel organizational ability in advance.
A sharp dagger slipped from his sleeve, flashing faintly in the moonlight.
Mark is very happy. I already have such a powerful system. Do I still need to play assassination and infiltration with you?
I must destroy your organization head-on in an open and aboveboard manner.