"All right, gentlemen, step forward a little and let me see your faces!"
Black Mask adjusted his suit collar. His words drew no response.
So the attendants behind him, also wearing masks, fired a burst at the crowd huddled in the corner. Several people immediately clutched their stomachs and crumpled to the ground, writhing in pain.
"Step forward. Don't make me repeat myself!"
Amid the crackling of the bonfire, the crowd shuffled reluctantly forward. Most had just been woken, their faces filled with bewildered fear. Workers in suits supported old women, while children hid behind the burly men of the Croc Boss Gang.
No one knew what the man in the skull mask intended to do. Everyone was steeped in fear of the unknown, unable to breathe.
If Killer Croc had still been there, he would have braved the whistling bullets and torn these scum apart with his bare hands. But now the settlement had lost its guardian, and the sheep could only bare their throats as the wolves surrounded them.
As the gatekeeper, Hans decided to do something, even though the earlier explosion had thrown him into a wall and broken several of his ribs.
"I need this place, and a few capable men."
"What's going on?"
Inside his tent, Qin Wei contacted the hacker before he had even finished dressing.
"There are no cameras. I don't know what's happening over there."
Qin Wei told him everything that had happened.
"A man wearing a black skull mask? Oh! That's Roman Sionis, a guy who set a fire himself to kill his parents. Let me check."
The clatter of a keyboard came from the other end.
"Oh! So that's what happened."
Black Mask had been having a rough few days. Late the night before last, a mysterious man wielding two