Naho Island, which is the ghetto of Gotham, is also the place where the elite of the upper class and the police are the least willing to set foot in it.

Compared to Sullivan Island, which is rampant with smuggling, the narrow island in the northwest corner of the city, which has always been known for its chaos and crime, is even worse to live on.

The humble buildings, which have no rules and regulations, are stacked on top of each other like ugly beehives, and the poor people living in them are like worker bees, busy with life all day long.

Standing on Nai Ho Island, looking in all directions, it is a city that never sleeps with towering skyscrapers and brilliant lights.

It's heaven outside, but it's hell here.

The boundary between the two is a strong barrier to money and power.

"Boss, as I said, this is hell on earth, and the Palm Lake in Star City is like heaven compared to it!"

Death shooter Lawton walked behind and chattered.

He was wearing a leather jacket, jeans, and a pair of black ultra-sunglasses, perfectly playing the role of a bodyguard.

Death Shooter himself was born on Nahe Island, and he naturally knows a lot about this dark slum.

Crime and violence are always the main themes here, and the poor are only the objects of oppression.

In order not to be bullied, many children who drop out of school will join gangs and then become the lowest level of gangsters.

They don't have any future at all, or they die unexpectedly in gang conflicts; Either they are put in prison as prisoners.

A few may be able to rise to power and become the backbone of the gang.

But that's just going from useless cannon fodder to a slightly valuable minions.

"What news have you heard these days?"

Leo walked on Nai Ho Island with a calm expression, and the expensive suit made him incompatible with this place.

If it weren't for the death shooter following him, the thieves and pickpockets hiding in the shadows would have rushed over a long time ago.

Leo, who was walking on the streets of Nai Ho Island, had the breath of a fat sheep all over his body.

"It turned out that the underground force that controlled the island was the Falcone family, but after the Roman left Gotham, a guy called Black Mask gathered a gang of bandits to loot this territory."

The Death Shooter follows Leo into a humble fast-food restaurant and orders a glass of happy water each.

"The Black Mask is very mysterious, no one knows his true identity, he wears a black skull mask all year round, has an extremely murderous personality, and likes to torture his enemies."

The death shooter biting the straw remembers the bars and nightclubs of the port area these days.

From the mouths of several intelligence brokers, I got a lot of useful information.

That's why he was absent from the Wayne Group's celebratory banquet, so that his boss was actually kidnapped by a gang of red-hooded robbers.

Fortunately, there were no accidents, otherwise if this was spread out, wouldn't the golden sign of the death shooter be greatly devalued in the future.

"Black Mask usually stays in the port area, which is the territory of his gangs, and even the police don't dare to go there."

Almost 80 percent of Gotham's monthly disappearances occur in the port area of the island.

The gangsters have always liked to put enemies, gamblers, loan sharks, etc., into sacks and sink to the bottom of the river.

If you are a little more particular, you may choose to stuff it into an iron bucket first, pour cement on it, make a thick pier, and then throw it down.

All in all, under the port area, there are many lonely ghosts buried.

"Falcone ......"

Leo muttered the name of the Roman, and there was a vague guess in his heart.

…………

In the port area, a group of hoodie-clad street thugs are busy outside, loading cargo boxes onto trucks with their hands and feet.

And in the warehouse not far away, a violent and bloody torture scene is going on enthusiastically.

"Jonny, the gang conflict you had with the Maroni family last month cost me a lot of money."

A chandelier swaying from side to side reflects a tall figure standing in the center of the warehouse.

The man was dressed in a white striped suit, lit a match with his right hand, and smoked a cigar in his left hand.

The movements are methodical, as if enjoying the process.

He turned his head, the black skull mask that clung to his face, full of horror and eerie horror.

The subordinates behind him bowed their heads one by one, as if they didn't dare to look directly at their boss.

"Sir, I'm ...... The Maroni family knew the news of the smuggling ship in advance and caught us off guard...... In order to get the goods back......"

The fat man named Jonny struggled to argue.

He kneels under the chandelier with his hands tied behind his back.

His anxious face was covered with sweat, like a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered.

"But why do Marone's people know?"

Black Mask asked in a calm tone.

Hearing this question, Jonny was even more nervous, and fear was written on his fat face.

All the men who followed Black Mask knew that their boss had an incredibly bad temper, and almost everyone had been scolded.

No one can endure those violent and vicious personal attacks.

But if Black Mask suddenly calms down and talks to you like a polite university professor, then pray quickly.

Because that means that something more horrible than verbal abuse and beatings is about to happen—

For example, you are invited to experience first-hand the torture of black masks.

"Johnny, I don't like deception, I don't like betrayal, but you've done both."

Black Mask's voice suddenly rose sharply, and he said coldly: "You secretly bought a house in the Diamond District, thinking that in the name of your mistress, no one will find out?" It was the ridiculous and funny penguin that made you do this, right? To provoke a war between me and that bastard Maroney! ”

In Jonny's eyes, the black skull mask suddenly enlarged, and a lit cigar pressed against his forehead.

The sound of "zizi" sounded quietly, accompanied by the faint smell of roasted meat.

Jonny gritted his teeth and remained silent.

He knew that if he cried out, he would provoke even more rage.

Black Mask extinguished the cigar, looked at the frightened fat face, and said in an indifferent voice: "I don't have any interest in having fun today, your fat body, to be honest, makes me a little sick." ”

"Normally, I will pull out your nails with pliers, smash all your fingers one by one, and then ignite the fat all over your body, and make a human torch to admire."

The cruel punishment spoken by the Black Mask made Jonny tremble.

He kept begging for mercy, tears and snot on his fat face.

In the past, when the Black Mask tormented his opponents, Jonny was just a bystander, the one who shouted and cheered.

But once you become an experiencer, the huge pain is terrifying just thinking about it.

"Jonny, look at the way you look, what good that penguin has done you to do like a fool...... Stupid guy, I hate Maroni, that damn fat Italian man, but I'm not going crazy enough to go to war over the slightest friction. ”

Black Mask raised his hand to pinch that face, and a horrific laugh came out of his mouth, "Your pretty mistress, your lovely son, and yourself, I'll reunite your family, poor Johnny." ”

He let go of his hand, raised his head and asked, "Is the mixer truck coming?" ”

"Sir! Please......"

Jonny was on his knees, he had been completely destroyed by fear.

A hint of disgust crossed the Black Mask's eyes, and he raised his foot to kick the other person away.

"This is the most merciful punishment I can think of for you."

The gangster who controls the port area of Naihe Island, as soon as his voice landed, there was a "pop", and the lights in the warehouse went out.

Then the air flow swirled, like an object falling from a height, making a clear sound.