Prostrate on the ground, Roman raised both hands high, trembling at gunpoint.
"Don't kill me! Not if you want to know the Joker's plan!"
Jason turned his gaze to Qin Wei, who raised an index finger and tapped his earpiece, trying to contact Mr. Hacker.
"Wait, wait, wait, I'm locating the phones near you.
"Connected! Whoa, this one's full of porn... sorry, wrong phone!
"Got the right one now. Let me download everything on Roman's phone.
"Just as I guessed, he was acting on someone's orders. Judging by the tone of their chats, all the gangs that have emerged in Gotham over the past six months are connected to the Joker.
"They're all after that evidence. As for the plan-the Joker never told him."
"Got it. Try not to talk so much next time."
Qin Wei hung up and drew a finger across his throat.
At the signal, Jason prepared to carry out the execution.
"Wait, wait, wait-"
Hearing the gun being cocked, Roman abandoned all other concerns and dug his fingers into the gap beneath his mask.
"My powers-all come from-this!"
Amid rapid, agonized gasps, he slowly peeled the mask away.
The mask seemed tightly fused to Roman's skin, and the sticky tearing sound of glue being peeled away echoed through the tunnel.
Hiss-aaah!!!
The two watched as Roman tore off his mask, exposing a face of torn flesh to the air. Most of his facial skin remained stuck inside the mask, while bright red muscles contracted and writhed across his face in agony, and thick blood dripped steadily from his chin.
"As long as you put-put this thing on-and use my specially made masks, you can theoretically control anyone!"
Bang!
Before Roman could finish his explanation, Jason, unable to bear the sight any longer, fired.
The black mask